On paper, Genevieve Taylor was a shoo-in to the BAU. Her background in the US Army's Special Forces and the FBI's Crimes Against Children Division gave her unique specialities that the team didn't have - she should've fit right in. But, in reality, her transition into the tightly-knit unit was a lot rockier than anybody could have predicted, given her secretive past, and strained relationship with her estranged brother, Spencer Reid. She is determined to make the amends she had been putting off for so long. And when the prospect of a tangled, complicated, but loving romance with her fellow profiler, Derek Morgan, she takes it, and finally finds the family she had yearned for her whole life. Best rankings: #1 in FBI, #2 in BAU, #3 in Derek Morgan and #8 in Murder Mystery.

"You work this case like you work any other" I tell him as I look up at his tall frame from my sitting position at my work desk. I look back down and start to read the files of the new case. His hands forcefully land on the corners of my desk, but my eyes never falter from the witness reports. His large hand connects to the bottom of my chin, his thumb gripping the top of it, strong enough to separate my lips slightly. "You don't need to explain how to do my job to me Isla." He whispers as he stares straight into my eyes. I slyly smirk and lean closer to his lips stopping centimeters from them. "Well someone has to Mo-" I start to say before his lips forcefully enfold mine shutting me up. ★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★ Isla Del la Cruz worked hard to get to her new position at the BAU. Through a rough childhood, discrimination, police department, and now federal agent. She wont let anyone get in her way of being successful until she meets the notorious Derek Morgan. Derek Morgan is almost indescribable. Tall, flirty, loyal, mysterious, and hard working. He has a past no one knows about and works his hardest at his job. When the new asset joins the team he isn't able to control his flirtatious nature, but it goes far beyond his playful banter with Garcia. They must learn how to work as a team, to later friends, and to maybe something more... ★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★ This is a strangers to lovers fanfic! #1 jasongideon - July 21 2021 #1 spencerreid - July 20 2021 #1 fbi agent -June 28 2021 #2 bau - June 25 2021 #6 derek morgan - September 7 2021 #1 crime- August 2 2021 #8 aaron hotchner- October 3 2021

" People hurt people all the time Aaron, and sometimes when your life is filled to the brim with hurt, you can't help but wait for things to start fall apart again. "

in theory, the average number of dates it takes to fall in love is twelve. twelve dinners, twelve walks on the beach, twelve kisses goodnight (if you're the type to kiss on the first date). twelve chances for you to fall in love. but take dating out of the equation, and what do you get? twelve separate instances whereby two individuals spend time with each other. the outcome? falling in love anyway. because it's not the circumstance, it's the people. in this case, it's two people who were never meant to fall for each other. but did anyway. ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ [ ɴᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ] 𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨 ©2020

|❝ i loved you 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, more than the air that i breathe ❞| - - - - - 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Aaron discovers his wife tangled up in the sheets with another man. During a pre-planned night with the boys, he finds himself wanting to distract himself from the image of his wife with someone else - which was still fresh in his mind. With alcohol and low inhibitions coupled with Morgan and Rossi continuously egging him on, it certainly wasn't fate that brought them together. But it was fate that kept them from being apart. - - - - - 𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨 © 2020

Mercedes "MJ" Johnson grew up unseen - the only white girl in a tough Chicago neighborhood, trapped in a violent home and carrying bruises no one asked about. But Derek Morgan saw her. Protected her. Fed her when her own house was empty. He was her best friend, her shelter, and the first boy to ever make her feel safe. Years later, they reunite at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. She's not the broken girl he once knew - she's quiet, brilliant, and tougher than she lets on. But Derek still looks at her like she's something worth protecting, and MJ still feels safest in his orbit. Their bond runs deep - forged in childhood, sharpened by time. But what once was innocent has turned into something slower, heavier, and harder to ignore. With every case, every look, every late-night conversation, their connection deepens into something they never dared to name. Because love like theirs doesn't burn fast - it lingers, waits, and grows quietly in the spaces between survival and healing. A Slow-burn Derek Morgan Fanfic This book does not follow the Criminal Minds' timeline #1 in morgan 07/29/25 - 08/07/25 #1 in bau 08/07/25, 12/1/25, 1/1/26 #1 in fbi 08/07/25, 08/16/25 - 08/17/25 #1 in derekmorgan 12/1/25

*UPDATED 18/05/23* Amelia LaMontagne was born and raised in New Orleans alongside her older brother Will by their single father after the death of their mother. Will became a detective and fell in love with a federal agent. Lia became a teacher and fell in love with a firefighter. But after their father died in Katrina and her brother moved to DC to be with his girlfriend and their son, Lia just couldn't catch a break. Lia made the move four years after her brother, a few weeks after his wedding, and two years later she meets a guy at the gym and a fresh chance at love presents itself. - Set in an AU season 9 - Derek Morgan x OC Highest rankings (wtf): - 6th in criminalminds - 5th in derekmorgan - 14th in emily - 2nd in mgg - 2nd in hotch

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to," #1 FBI

Hotch gets a text from a fellow coworker who is too shy to talk to him in person. Friendship. Boom. Love? Idk bro. text fic. [hotch x oc]