“Ready?” You ask, making Morgan blush a little as he nods. You’ve been working with the BAU for about a week trying to find this Unsub, and Morgan’s fallen hard for you (unbeknownst by you).
At his nod, you kick the door open and follow Morgan in, both of your guns up at the ready. Rushing into the warehouse, you see the missing woman sitting tied to a chair in the middle of the room, sobbing into her gag. You rush forward and kneel at her side, pulling down the gag. “You’re going to be fine, I promise.”
Morgan appears that your side, gun still up as he looks around the room. “Ma'am, is Mark Perry still here?”
She nods. “Upstairs.”
Right after she says that a shot rings out from behind you and you see a bullet hole in the pillar right next to where your head is. Moving quickly, you stand up so you’re standing in front of the woman and your gun is pointed at Mark Perry. Derek’s doing the same from where he stands to your right and a little in front of you.
“Mark Perry, FBI, put your gun down,” Morgan orders. You concentrate on the sound of the others in your comm coming your way.
The man laughs manically, eyes wild. “You know I can’t do that.”
Looking past Perry, you see Reid and JJ coming to the warehouse silently and nod at you. Giving a subtle nod back, Reid steps forward and easily twists the gun out of Mark’s hand and onto the floor has JJ puts a handcuff on his other arm.
Mark hits JJ in the head with his free arm, and Morgan rushes forward to tackle him to the ground so we won’t get away. You finish untying the woman before leading her out of the warehouse and to the waiting medics as the three FBI agents detain Mark Perry.
“It was a pleasure working with you all this past week,” you say.
You had all just arrived back at Quantico, and now it’s time for you to go back to your duties at the CIA. You’re saying goodbye to your friends here at the BAU. Smiling, you pull Garcia into a hug, then JJ, Prentiss, Rossi, and Reid.
You shake hands with Hotch before walking up to Morgan and pulling him into a hug. As you pull away, you see him slightly flushed, and you smile as you slip a small piece of paper into his hand discreetly.