If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals - Sirius Black
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I looked through the file, The ME still couldn't give us a full report on how the two victims died or even who they were they were to badly mutilated and too badly burned. They had been set on fire, probably to hide any forensic evidence that could tie back to him.
I groaned, I really needed Morgan right now. I was in my hotel room and it was 11 and they were still not back, but like a wish and a command Morgan opens the hotel room door and just waltzes in. I closed my file and looked over at him and profiled him as I smelt alcohol in the air.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked walking over to him, as he sat down on the bed. Tilting his head up so I can smell his breath, he breathed out on me and in fact there was no alcohol smell on his breath. Which was confusing.
I shrugged as I leaned down and brushed my lips against his, in which he pulled me down onto his lap. "Really Morgan?" I asked chuckling and he just cuddled up with me on his lap, This was not like him at all.
"Derek, What's going on?" I asked as I pulled his head up to look at me, that's when I realised the tears. "Babe, what's going on?" I asked as I felt the worry rise up in me. The way he looked at me then was heartbreaking.
"It's the anniversary of my dad's death," He whispered as he nudged his head into my shoulder and neck. I wrapped my arms around him as I heard him whimper into my neck it made my heart break into two.
"I'm so so sorry, Derek." I whispered lightly. I ran my hands up and down his back as he just let out painful sobs, I finally managed to get him into bed where he finally stopped crying and wrapped his arms around me, and my head met his chest area. I listened to his heartbeat as I felt him play with my hair.
"You know, You know all about us and we hardly know anything about you. So tell me about yourself. Babygirl." He whispered and I thought, I needed to tell him something but I didn't know what to tell him until I popped into my head, but could I trust him not to tell my brother the real truth? I would have to find out.
"My sister Hali, no my twin Hali was murdered when I was 18 in Boston. I never really recovered after that, I vowed to get the guy that did that to her. I was stabbed 68 times, It should've been me that died not her," I whispered, letting a few stray tears drop from my eyes.
"Hey." He whispered lightly as he picked up my chin to look at him "Do not think like that, a lot of people want you here including me." He said.
"You can't tell Spencer, please." I said and he nodded as he leaned down and slowly brushed his lips against mine.
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The Wind brushed against the door as Joseph watched his girl settle down in a bed next to her new found boyfriend. This angered him greatly, enough for him to pick up the phone and call the person that he was supposed to call if only it was an emergency.
"Foyet," He stated gruffly as he got on the phone.
"I've got eyes on her, but she's bedding down with another guy and I just want to get my hands on her." Joseph stated as he clenched his fists in anger.
"Patience Boy, The more we wait. The more of a shock we will give her." He said before ending the call, the ending tune playing in my ear. Fucking hell, how long were we supposed to wait?
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Fanfiction{#1 In Hotch, 8th July} Grace Reid, has always been known as a somewhat genius with her good looks and her personal duty to protect people from what she had to go through. She had three PhD's in college and is Spencer Reid's little sister. Him prob...
