MO GRÁ | Derek Morgan

chapter one

(I wrote this whole thing during Covid of my 8-9th grade year so it's a little rough, but im working on fixing her ALSO LISA IS SUPPOSED TO BE LEAH.... between editing these chapters and the chapters on BRUTAL sometimes I'm just typing without thinking also please comment if you see any mistakes😘)

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"No way!" I whispered-yelled into the phone, my voice a mix of shock and disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It just happened, I don't know!" Mark's voice crackled through the speaker, sharp and defensive. I could almost picture his frustrated face on the other end, "You don't get it."

I paced back and forth, my shoes clicking against the cold marble floor of the FBI headquarters. It was my first day, and Mark had made me promise—*swear*—that I'd call him before I went in. The weight of it all was starting to settle on my shoulders. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to focus, but I was too rattled.

"How could you do that to Derek?" I asked, my voice dropping low as I tried to keep my cool. My heart raced, the reality of what my brother had done sinking in deeper with every word.

"Leah, I didn't mean to," Mark's voice softened for a moment, but I could still hear the frustration behind it, the steps of someone pacing on the other end.

"What do you mean, 'you didn't mean to'?" I demanded, shaking my head as if he could somehow see me.

"Look, I called you because you're my favorite little sister, but all I'm getting is judgment." Mark's tone shifted, sarcasm lacing his words, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Only *younger* sister," I shot back quickly, rolling my eyes. "And last time I checked, you judge me on everything."

"That's not the point, Leah," he groaned. The sound of his footsteps grew louder, and I could tell he was agitated, though still trying to hide it. "Listen, I've got to go. Just let me know how the case goes later, alright?"

"Okay. Bye, Mark," I said, the words tasting bitter as I waited for him to say goodbye back. But he didn't. The line went dead before I could get another word out. I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my pants and walked through the automatic doors of the BAU, my heart hammering in my chest.

The moment I entered, my eyes scanned the room, landing on a man sitting at a desk. As soon as he saw me, he immediately stood, striding toward me with a confidence that made me pause.

"Hey?" he greeted, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

"Hi, uh, it's my first day—" I started, but he cut me off, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

"Oh yeah, Leah, right?" His voice was warm, and my nerves eased a little. At least they knew who I was.

"Yeah, that's me," I replied with a small, relieved smile.

"Well, welcome," he said, offering his hand. "I'm Derek Morgan."

"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand firmly. There was something about him—something light, energetic.

"We'll get you introduced to everyone before we jump into the case," Derek said, pulling his hand back and motioning for me to follow. He led me up a small staircase and toward an office. The door was slightly ajar, and he knocked before pushing it open.

"Hey, Rossi?" Derek called out, but there was no answer, only a guy sitting against the wall, looking like he was lost in his thoughts. "Reid, where's Rossi?"