Random One-shots

Derek Morgan x Reader

"Hey Reid," the lean man spun to face Morgan looking up from the papers in his hands, " Have you seen (Y/N)?"

"Um- No I haven't actually," With a frown he looked down at his papers and walked off. Morgan sighed and ran a hand over his head. It had been an entire week since he'd seen you, you had been round his on Friday for your scheduled Movie Marathon but Monday when he came in to work you were no where to be seen. He'd begun to really worry when he asked Hotch about it and he'd had no idea either.

"Morgan," He spun to see JJ waving at him, "Case," Sighing he ran to the door having to put his worries for you aside.

**

Groaning you rolled your head on your shoulders, a dry cough racked through your body as tired eyes watched the ceiling above. You'd studied this ceiling for what seemed to be the millionth time, the grey plaster hadn't changed the haphazardly applied white paint that only covered half of its surface still looked the same as the day before, or what you could only assume was the day before. Your fingers twitched brushing the rope that kept your hands and feet bound. A week, if you were right you'd been here a week. It could have been worse, some of the unsub's you'd taken down had done much nastier things to their captives, you supposed you got off lightly with the occasional beating and not being fed.

"Hey Bitch!" The baritone voice of your captive brought you out of your tired haze and your eyes focused on the small man in front of you. He strode into the room, a metal pipe clenched in his left hand, you winced remembering the brushes and cuts the pipe had given you last time. He walked behind you and untied the rope that kept your feet bound together.

"W-What?" He chuckled and hauled you up the feeling of his meaty hand on your arm made you want to be sick.

"The boss wants you transferred." The Boss. There was a boss, oh no. You tried to focus on your surroundings, remember them so you would know where to go when you made your escape. However your tired hungry state didn't agree with you and instead gave you a head rush. You'd all but given up on the team coming to save you, you'd probably escape only to have Strauss fire you for not turning up to work.

****

"So, five girls have gone missing all with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes, there is no specific age but we do know that none of the girls have been over thirty-five." Morgan listened with interest as Garcia switched the slide to display the five missing girls. There was something oddly familiar about them.

Garcia moved to the next slide, "Most of the girls were living in this apartment bui-"

"Oh no," Everyone turned to look at Morgan, "That's where (Y/N) lives,"

The plane ride had taken too long and Morgan was nervous, more nervous then he had been in a long time. Spencer was working tirelessly to find, something anything on the location of the girls but he was coming up with little. Shouting Morgan raised his fist to the wall and struck the pain not swelling in his fist not doing much to comfort him. Closing his eyes he began to question, what if this was his fault. Normally after a marathon he would drive you home, but this time you'd insisted on walking to clear your thoughts. It had been a hard case and he wanted you to feel better so for once he agreed and look what happened.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)."

****
As you came to you noticed that you were no longer in a sitting position and instead been chained down to a bed. Worst case scenarios played through out your mind as you squirmed on the hard mattress.

"Stop," The shrill voice of a woman sounded beside you caused you to cease all movements and turn to face her. She looked a little like you, not so much in features more in eye and hair colour. She was tired and covered in dirt, dark bags hung under her eyes and a horrible cut sliced through her bottom lip some blood still remained on her chin. "They'll only punish you."

"What's going on?" You whispered trying to move your body a little closer to the end of the mattress. She shrugged and swallowed,

"All I know is they bring in girls, we all look vaguely similar and then we get chained to beds and left to rot, If you complain you get hit, you try to escape you get hit, hell you breath funny you get hit." You looked just past her and noticed the four other women all chained to beds like you.

"Why do we all look the same?" Once again the woman shrugged and went to answer before the door swung open and the smaller guard from earlier walked in.

****

"So what do we know about our unsub?" Hotch asked as the team stood around starring at the board.

"Well, we know there is more than one most likely a team of two one playing a more dominant role than the other," Spencer stated sliding his hands into his pockets.

"They have a type, young, (Y/H/C) haired, (Y/E/C) eyed, females," Rossi stated gesturing to the victims, "Could link to a past lover they lost, parent, sister, someone of importance."

Morgan kept his mouth shut as the team threw ideas in the air about the unsub, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket he pulled out the black rectangle and held it to his ear.

"Please tell me it's good news baby girl," Garcia chuckled and Derek could hear the tapping of keys in the background.

"That it is my beautiful Chocolate Waffle," Morgan sighed with relief "So, I did some research and turns out everyone of the girls including our (Y/N) recently had boiler issues and called out repair men ," Morgan waited patiently for her to continue, "These repair men where Marcus and guess what?"

"What?"

"They have a huge, and when I say huge I mean like eight pages long record filled with bad stuff like indecent assault and peeping and that doesn't even scratch the surface. Also about three years ago Marcus was done for abusing a girl called Angie Ruddlow and Surprise, surprise she looks a lot like (Y/N)."

"What's there current address?", he heard some more typing on the other end of the line before she rambled of the address and sent it to them all.

"Thank you Mama," Ending the call he nodded at Hotch, "We got him."

****

You coughed as the door opened and a unfamiliar face peeked through and got guards attention.

"Nathan, the fucking cops are here!" The man got to his feet and rushed out of the room. You writhed in your restraints, they had come, finally.

You sighed in relief as Morgan rushed in and removed the rope from your wrists.

"I'm so happy to see you Baby Girl,"

****

Morgan stared at you broken frame as you slept in the hospital bed, you looked so peaceful. Gently he let his fingers brush your hair out of your face and accidently pulled you out of your slumber.

"Morgan?" You winced as you slowly sat yourself up, he sent you a dazzling smile showing off everyone of his perfect white teeth.

"How you feeling, Mama?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"I was so scared," Bringing a hand up to run through your hair you felt tears prick in the corner of your eyes.

"I was too, I couldn't survive without (Y/N)," he took your hands in his and looked into your eyes, nothing else mattered more to him in that very moment than you, "I love you (Y/N),"

You gasped slightly as he pressed his lips to yours. Pulling away he sent you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry I shouldn't have forced yo-"

"I love you too, Derek."

Smiling wider than ever before he pressed his lips to yours again pulling you into an embrace carefully avoiding all of your injuries.

A/N: I hope you liked this, once again so sorry it was late xx