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after joining the bau, madelyn mortier's hazy past clears--allowing her a fresh start. she endevers in this newfound family but will the demons of her past seep back in to destroy it? can she start anew and put aside her ghosts to focus on...
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╭──╯ . . . . . VIOLENT DELIGHTS ܴೈ
✧.* ONEERTAXEA . . . . . ╰──╮
november 9th, 2009
the crime scene crew swarmed hotch's apartment quickly, their movements efficient and purposeful. the faint smell of chemicals filled the air as they dusted for fingerprints, swabbed bloodstains, and snapped photos from every angle. standing in the middle of the living room, i felt a heavy stillness settle over me. my phone buzzed in my hand, and i answered without hesitation.
"talk to me, garcia." i said, my voice tight with anticipation. "okay, so i called around to local hospitals, just in case hotch got himself admitted." she began, her words coming out fast. "and?" i pressed, my grip on the phone tightening. "he's not listed as a patient," she said, her tone shifting, "but... someone dropped off a john doe at st. sebastian hospital. and the person who dropped him off? registered under the name fbi agent derek morgan."
that stopped me cold. "that doesn't make sense." i said, shaking my head. "i know," she replied. "do you think they got their creds mixed up?" i froze as realization hit me like a freight train. "the reaper," i whispered. "foyet took morgan's creds." i add. garcia inhaled sharply. "but why would he leave him at a hospital?" "what hospital did you say?" i asked, already moving toward the door. "st. sebastian." she repeated.
"i'll call you with an update when i get there." i said, ending the call as i rushed out. the hallway blurred around me as i sprinted to my car, my mind racing. throwing the car into drive, i sped through traffic, weaving between lanes as the city lights streaked past. when i arrived at st. sebastian, i barely paused to park before rushing inside. flashing my credentials at the receptionist, i said, "i need to know where the john doe that was brought in is. now."
security accompanied me to the icu after i explained who hotch was, where a nurse guided me to his room. the sight of hotch in the hospital bed hit me harder than i expected. he was unconscious, his face pale and drawn, machines surrounding him with an endless symphony of beeps and hisses. i clenched my jaw, trying to keep my emotions in check. "what happened?" i demanded, turning to the doctor.
"he was stabbed nine times," she explained. "none of the major arteries were hit. it's a miracle he's alive." "when will he wake up?" i asked, my voice softer now as i sank into the chair beside his bed. "the anesthesia should wear off within the hour, but he'll be groggy for a while. are you his wife? i have some documents you'll need to review." i shook my head quickly. "no. uh, i'm a coworker—a friend," i corrected. "um, may i stay?" "of course." she said, offering a kind smile before leaving the room.
