“Did you just say Gonzales?” Rossi almost screams. Rossi’s scream scares Morgan in the front seat and the car swerves to a stop.
“What is it?” Prentiss asks nervously.
Morgan rolls his eyes and loads his gun.
“We were just at his house! Dang it!” He puts the car back in drive and makes a big turn.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice anything,” he takes a deep breath.
“You said you didn’t believe it, you did. It’s okay Morgan,” I try to comfort him but I don’t think its working.
“I’m gonna catch that s-” Rossi stops himself.
Emily and I can’t help but let out a snicker. Morgan turns on the police light and starts racing towards Gonzales house. We’re about 15 minutes away… I don’t know if we’ll make it before he realizes we were on to him. Nervousness strikes all of us about 5 minutes from his house. What if he has another victim? What if he ran off already? So many what ifs and not enough time. We reach the neighborhood and jump out of the car. We grab out FBI suits and guns. “Morgan and Rossi go in the front, Torpey and Prentiss go around back.” Reid orders then puts on his sunglasses. It’s not even sunny…? Oh well, Prentiss and I sneak around the back and open the back door leading to a sunroom. We have our guns and flashlights on and we enter the rest of the house.
We slowly make our way from the back of the house more towards the front. It doesn’t look like a killer’s house, but I guess that’s why no one suspects anyone of murder. Every killer was once normal. I glance around the corner of the hallway and see Morgan. He winks at me then heads towards the bedroom while Prentiss and I head towards the kitchen. As I walk into the kitchen I can see the pictures hanging from the fridge. It shows Gonzales, a woman, and a little boy. Prentiss and I look at each other.
“Did Garcia mention him having a child in his possession?” Prentiss whispers so quietly I barely hear her.
“No I don’t think so, maybe the child is the stressor,” I whisper back.
We continue sneaking around the house a little longer, but we still haven’t heard anything from Morgan and Rossi in the bedroom and that worries me.
“Should we go check on Morgan and Rossi?” I ask quietly.
She takes a deep breath and nods. We slowly make our way towards the bedroom on the far left of the house. When I walk through the door I see Morgan, he looks up at me, and I can see sadness in his eyes.
“It’s clear,” he murmurs.
“Where’s Rossi?” Prentiss asks.
“He went on outside, I was just looking around one more time,” Morgan walks in the bathroom.
“I’m going to check on Rossi, go see what’s up with Morgan,” Prentiss whispers.
I walk up to Morgan, he’s hovering over the bathtub. I was scared to know why.
“Morgan what’s wrong?” I ask quietly.
He sighs and turns towards me.
“He had a son, and I think he killed him. Or someone did. But his body is in there…” his voice trails off.
I shake my head, but peer over the bath tub. There’s the little boy I saw in the pictures on his fridge. I try to say something but I can’t manage any words. Morgan obviously has a soft spot for kids, and this is truly heartbreaking. I’ve never thought about having children, and this makes me not want to. Knowing that you can’t save and protect everyone in your life. I try to push that thought out of my mind and focus on what’s happening right now.
“Morgan, he-he’s in a good place now,” I stutter.
“Stuttering is a sign of lying,” He says with a little laugh.
“Oh come on, I’m trying to make you feel better and you’re not letting me,” I smile.
“I just wish I would’ve noticed something, then maybe I could’ve saved the boy’s life. And we would’ve had the Unsub too… That’s what’s bothering me,” he says with disappointment.
“We’re going to catch this sicko okay?” I say looking up at him. Being 5’3 and looking up at Derrek Morgan is a difficult task.
“Okay. Let’s get out of here,” he says. He puts an arm around me and laughs while walking out.
We walk outside back to the police car that we drove over here.
“He got away didn’t he?” Reid asks looking at the defeated faces of the team.
“Yeah, but we’re going to catch him,” Morgan says
“Come on guys, let’s head back and call Garcia. She might have some information that could help us determine where he’s headed,” I say jumping into the back seat of the car. Rossi drives, Morgan sits on my left and Prentiss in the front seat with Rossi. Hotch, Reid and some other people took the other car.
The week I have been a part of this team have been the best of my life. Then Morgan’s phone rings.
“Babygirl, what’s up?” Morgan asks.
I silently wonder what kind of relationship Morgan and Garcia have.
“Garcia says she might have a place Gonzales is going.”
YOU ARE READING
No Time To Spare
ФанфикNicolette Torpey has been waiting for a job to open up at the FBI forever. When it finally did she submitted her application immediately. One day she gets a phone call from Agent Hotchner, and that's when everything changes.
