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Derek Morgan x Reader

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The case you were currently working on was a child abduction and murder case. Each one of these that pass through the bureau always hit a spot in your heart. These kids never did anything to deserve this and yet there they were; sometimes lifeless and sometimes tortured or scared out of their mind. Most cases took some sort of toll on you but these the most. Probably because of your own experiences. When you were just a child, you were taken from your bed and tied up along with tortured by a man you didn't even know. It scarred you for life. You would do anything to get back your innocence and purity.

You're flicking through the different files, analysing the different aspects of the case to try and take this son of a bitch down. Chills fall up and down your spine as you look at the photos. The gunshot wounds to the head, the bumps and bruises. All of these things all by one sick psychotic man.

Children, innocent little children, all between the ages of 7 and 10. All with brown or blonde hair. All with a life left to live.

A cold hand touches your shoulder which reacts a flinch from you.
"Hey, it's just me. I tried talking, but you were in another world."
You look up and shake your head.
"Sorry. Sorry. Um I have some stuff here if you wa-"
"I'm not here for information. I came to check up on you."
Your eyebrow cocks up and you string together a reply,"Check up on me? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"
"Y/n, all of us know, and none of us are doubting your efforts to power through these cases, but we still need to know if you're okay to go on."
"Derek, I'm fine. Trust me. Now, do you want to hear the info or not?"
"Lay it on me."
"So he has the tendency to only take from within a 2 mile radius. These are all boys between the ages of 7 and 10 and each with blonde or brown hair. I think our unsub lost a child like this recently and wants to make others feel his pain. I say we ask Garcia to find men who lost his child within the last 6 months?"
"I'll call her now."

His fingers move swiftly, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. My god was he hot. Those muscular arms and defined features. That angular jaw and confident posture. He brought out something in you that you couldn't even begin to describe. All you knew was that it was there and it was very, very real.

"Hey, baby girl. I need men who lost a little boy, 7 to 10 years old with blonde or brown hair in the past 6 months in a 2 mile radius of Bloombells and 5th."
"Your wish is my command. Garcia out."
"We're gonna find this guy." He pats your shoulder gently, before leaving to work on other arts of the case.

You're left there with your thoughts and your mind running in circles. Abruptly, Prentiss and Hotch come running in with files in their hands.
"Jilles. Mike Jilles." says Prentiss.
"That's our unsub. 2189 Westland Blvd." replies Reid.
"Get the team together." says Hotch.

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"FBI OPEN UP." Derek's voice rang through your ears as you entered the house.

Echos of clear from the kitchen, bathroom, main room and left bedroom.

The others went out the back and you finished looking in the last room. The door was locked and so you had to resort to the last option. Kicking it down. With a small pep talk and a quick back up you kick it down.

Your eyes set on a small boy. Maybe 8 years old with dirty blonde hair. He cowered in the corner, afraid of the people he may face.
"Hey, no, no, it's okay. I'm with the FBI. I'm here to help, I promise."

The team start talking over the radio, wondering for the whereabouts of the child.
"Guys, I've got him. He's okay."

The boy walks forward and meets you face to face as you were crouched down. "I want my mummy." he rings out.
"I know you do. I can get them here soon."

With no other words, the boy came over and hugged you. You hold him close, giving him some approval of the fact he was okay.
"You're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore."

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Back at the PD department, you were packing up the files before you could head back to the hotel for a 10am plane flight back to Quantico.

Most of the team have gone back to the hotel, however, you still hadn't left. While walking through the halls, you see the unsub being taken by officers. This sends you over the edge and you loose it.

Tears overwhelm your eyes. Everything goes blurry. Your balance gets wobbly and you loose it slightly. The wall next to you was the closest thing so you hold onto that for support.

"Hey, hey. What happened?"
"D-Derek?"
"Yeah, it's me. Take a breath."

You slide down the wall onto the floor and break down. Derek kneels down next to you and places a hand on your back, pulling you closer to his chest.

The rest of the world dies out, and the beat that calms you is the beat to his heart. The regular beat quickly turns your sobs into whimpers into sniffles.

"God, why did I do that. I'm so sorry."
"No, you're not apologising for this. I know that this is hard. You can't be strong all of the time. You have to let your walls come down every once in a while."

You smile and melt into the warmth of Derek Morgan. As you take deep breaths in and out, he places a soft kiss on your head.

"What was that for?" you ask softly.
He shrugs,"For you being you."
You smile and look up at him. Without hesitation, you place a kiss on his lips and his eyebrow furrows.
"Now what was that for?" he asks you.
"Because you're gorgeous."

He smiles down at you as you kiss again.