at peace (derek morgan one-shot)

Plot: you’re a slightly newer agent in the BAU and this is the first case that’s hit a little too close to home. thankfully, while you’re helping the victim, the rest of the team is around to help you.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: child abuse, implied pedophilia, name-calling, language, angst

A/N: thank you for your wait, loves! here is this gr8 derek morgan fic that i’ve been working on for ages. I hope you guys don’t hate it. i love derek morgan and there aren’t enough fics of him around! i hope to write more XOXOX !!!!!!!!!gifs aren’t mine!!!!!!!!! (ps every time i look for something morgan related, i find 10000 things of spencer and maybe two of morgan. pls stop tagging things under a certain character when they aren’t even in the pic/gif/story/whatever. pls)

“Hey, gorgeous,” Derek walks into the tech room where you and Penelope are following up on your current case regarding 13 dead women, and a missing one named Victoria Harolds.

“Hello there, lover,” Penelope replies, eyes not leaving the screen. “What can I do for you?”

“These women all got their dry cleaning done at the same place. Can you remind me where that was?.”

“Dry cleaning? At the corner of Sheridan and 34th, Prentiss and I checked that out last week. All the employees had solid alibis,” you look over to Derek and he shakes his head.

“There was one person unaccounted for: the owner Charles Jensen. He wasn’t around that day, they told you that he was on vacation in New York, right?” Derek raises a brow at you and Penelope shakes her head.

“They lied. I’m tracking his credit cards right now and he’s less than a mile from where the kidnappings took place and three miles from almost every dumpsite. All the others have clean records and solid alibis, but he doesn’t,” Penelope continues typing and you shake your head.

“What? What’s wrong?” Derek looks at you, concerned.

“This doesn’t make any sense, it doesn’t fit the profile. He’s been undetected for so long, why make mistakes now? He’s careful, he’s smart. He wouldn’t give himself away accidentally,” you bite your lip in thought as Garcia speaks up.

“Could it possibly be because he’s feeling remorse?”

“No, sociopaths don’t feel remorse, Pen. This man wants something from us, I’m just not sure what it is,” you shake your head and sigh, Penelope’s typing being the only noise.

Seconds later, your phone rings and you look at the screen. Not recognizing the caller, you motion to Derek and Penelope, telling them to keep quiet as you answer the call and put it on speaker.

“L/N here. Who’s this?”

“Hello there, Agent,” the voice on the other end is hoarse and smug at the same time. “You don’t recognize my voice?”

Derek pulls Hotch and the rest of the team in as Penelope tries to trace the call.

“You’re the man who killed all those women,” you grit out and the man laughs.

“Thank you, you’re right. That would be me. Wouldn’t you like to know where I am? Where little miss brunette is?”

“Tell me where you’re keeping her. Tell me where you’re keeping Victoria,” you look over to Penelope as she shakes her head, not yet pinpointing his location.

“Tell that brilliant analyst of yours to stop trying to find me. I’ll just tell you where we are,” the man takes a deep, long, calming breath before continuing. “We’re at 1347 West Sheldon Road, right next to the abandoned warehouse. Can’t wait to see you.”

He hangs up and you all quickly rush out the doors: you and Morgan rush into one car while the rest of the team calls for some backup before joining you.

“Why did that man ask if you remembered him?” Derek questions you after a few minutes of silence.

“I’ve got no idea, but I plan on asking him myself,” you glare ahead and turn the siren on. Why did the unsub sound so familiar?

“We need to be careful when we get there, you understand me?” Derek lectures as you drive up to the house; it seems to be the only one in the area.

“Derek, I appreciate your concern, but we cannot wait!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and look up at him.

“We don’t go in without the rest of the team, understood?” Derek grabs your hand as check to make sure you’ve got your gun, a concerned look in his eyes while yours grow hard.

“Derek, the longer we wait, the less are our chances of finding her alive. Please,” you whisper, pleading as he furrows his brows.

“We can’t go in there without backup, sweetheart,” he shakes his head and doesn’t let go of his grip on my arm.

“Derek, we’ve done this for years. What’s different now?” You reason as Derek shakes his head. “Victoria could be dead!”

“And if we go in there alone, you could be next! The women he kidnaps look a hell of a lot like you! This unsub knows you, he singled you out and called you to tell you where he was. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting you go in there without backup!” Derek’s voice grows louder as he finishes his little speech.

Before you’re given a chance to respond, you hear sirens coming around the corner. You pull your arm away from Derek’s, glaring at him as you open your side door.

“There’s your backup, Derek. I’m going in,” you get out the car and run over to the front of the house. Hotch and Reid are the first to meet you there. “Everyone be careful.”

You check the door and see that it’s open. You make your way inside and Hotch and Reid follow. You stop once you were all inside, and hear the woman’s sobs and groans down the hall. Everyone gets to the room at the very end and you break down the door. There he is: holding her against him, smiling as he carves into her stomach, a blade in one hand and a gun in the other.

“Stop right now or I will put one right between your beady little eyes,” you glare, gritting your teeth as the man laughs, lifting the gun to the woman’s head..

“The only way you’ll put a bullet through me is over her dead body. She’s useless. You, on the other hand, I’m going to enjoy–”

“Let her go, Charles. You don’t want to do this. Just–”

“Let her go?” He cuts you off and runs the blade lightly across her throat. “She’s the only leverage I have to get to you.”

“Stop hurting her and I will walk right over to you,” you glare at him and slowly move your gun lower, gritting your teeth as you speak.

“Is that a promise?” He smirks, not removing his blade from Victoria’s throat as he eyeballs you. “Because I can get off at just the thought of carving into you, god I can’t wait to–”

“Get your hands off of her. Now,” you grit your teeth, your hands still on your gun as he watches you.

“Oh, look at you. You’ve grown up so much. I bet your parents would be proud, huh?” He smirks at you knowingly as he lifts his hands off the girl, the knife still poking her stomach and the gun against her temple.

You growl and take a step closer as he pokes the blade in deeper.

“You really don’t remember me?” The man laughs and you reach for your gun again. “I didn’t think you could forget me after the state I left your parents in. They were one of my first kills, blood spattered everywhere. Some of it even got on your face and you screamed. You were such a beautiful child.”

“Now is not a good time to lie, Charles,” you clench your jaw, not wanting to think of your parents. Not wanting to know how he knew about them.

“Lying?” He laughs again. “I’m not lying and you know it. I smeared the blood on your face after I was done with them. Red was such a good color on you, even then. You were wearing a pretty lavender dress with embroidered white flowers.”

You falter for a second as the man continues, not wanting to let him see what he was doing to you.

“You looked so sad, so confused. I couldn’t have someone as innocent as you be drenched in blood. So I took the time to change you out of the bloody clothes. I bathed you, cleaned every tiny bit of you. I changed you into a little white onesie. God, your skin was so soft. I wonder how soft it is now. So scrumptious, so–”

Originally posted by city-in-october

“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence,” Derek’s voice comes out gruffly from behind you.

“Or what? You’ll shoot me? As if she’ll let you,” he scoffs, raising a brow towards you while running his tongue across his bottom lip.

“If you don’t let her go, I will shoot you myself,” you grit your teeth and earn a sickening smile from him.

“I let her go, I have no leverage. Come on over and I won’t even look at her,” he rakes his eyes up and down, imagining you naked. “Is someone feeling jealous?”

You grit your teeth and look over your shoulder at Derek and the rest of the team, making sure they knew what you were doing. You give Derek the gun and walk over to the jackass, holding your hands up as Victoria whimpered underneath the knife.

“There’s a good girl,” he smirks, raising his knife to your stomach and his gun to your temple as he turns you around, pressing your back to his chest. He moans, brushing his lips against your ear and using you as a human shield. “You feel even better than you did when you were a child, even better perhaps.”

You grit your teeth and drift off,  not wanting to imagine what he was saying. There’s no way he could be the one, but there’s also no way he could’ve known any of those details. Everything about your childhood was erased. Penelope owed you one and that was all you wanted. The only proof that anything out of the ordinary had happened to your parents was a single sheet of paper, a report that had been filled out initially. No one else outside of your team knew about those events.

“Listen to me, you little whore!” He screams in your ear, pushing the gun into your temple as he grew impatient. The knife dug into your belly as he yelled at you, his head moving slightly to the side to exert more force. “You’re a filthy, cheap little slut and there’s no way you’re getting out of this alive. I’m gonna–!”

And before he can even finish the sentence, you hear a shot go off. The scumbag got one right between his beady little eyes. You look back to see Derek Morgan, gun in his hands and eyes on you as a tear rolls down your face. You quickly wipe it and turn around, facing Victoria as Hotch called for paramedics.

You rub the hair out of her face as she cries and whispers gentle thank yous, her hands still shaking as she fights to remain conscious. Once the paramedics arrive, you move out of the way and promise to visit her in the hospital before the team heads back to DC.

By the time you turn to face the team, they’re all making their way outside to tackle news crews and relay the information with the cops. Derek is the only one still in the room, eyes not leaving you. You finally stand up again, knees barely able to keep you up as you walk over to Derek with your hand outstretched.

“Here you go,” Derek whispers, handing your gun back to you as he places a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug and whimper, your tough demeanor slowly breaking as Derek pulls you into a hug. “No.. I’m not okay, Derek.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers and holds you close, letting you cry into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

You two stay like that for a few minutes, finding comfort in each other’s arms as the agents and officers swarmed in and out of the room. The chaos around you continued, and for once you felt peace inside you.

“Morgan?” You two hear Hotch’s voice coming down the hallway and Derek lifts his head up.

“We’re in here, Hotch,” Derek yells out and you pull away from him for a second, wiping your tears. Hotch takes one look at you and closes his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. We should’ve seen the connection sooner,” Hotch shakes his head and you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“It’s not your fault, Hotch. We saved her and the jackass is dead,” you wipe a few more stray tears and shrug as Hotch nods. “It hasn’t been a bad day.”

“Morgan take Angel home. The rest of us will finish the paperwork tonight. We’ll call you if we need anything,” Hotch looks at Derek and then back at you. “You need anything, let us know, okay?”

“Okay, dad,” you whisper, still smiling at him. He returns the smile and walks out as Derek wraps an arm around your shoulder.

At the end of the day, all you had was your team. And what a team you had.

  • Someone: How are you?
  • Me: I'm fine :)
  • Inner Me: Okay I just wanna know how Garcia knows how to spell every name the team tells her to search ??! Like I can barley spell my own name some days ??! And she just knows how to spell any given name handed to her ?!!! Names have so many different spellings and she ??! always guesses the right spelling?!! I wi..sh.,.

Originally posted by holagubler

when hotch roasts an unsub/suspect:

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