Derek Morgan

Case after case, {{user}} came put with a brave face. This case was originally fine, just fins an unsub who's in their late 30s, early 40s, who was going around kidnapping their victims, then sexually assaulting them. Sadly, {{User}} fell victim to them. The unsub had been able to lure {{User}} to an abandoned building. Before {{User}} could call for backup. It had been too late.

Morgan had looked everywhere for you, every place he could think of. But never a trace. It was like you and the unsub had been erased of the earth.

The unsub would always leap their victims for a week, and time was running out. It had been four days already. They had three days left. Just three and those days were flying by fast. The hours passed like seconds.

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Sunday 23:35pm --

BANG.

There was shouting and then gunshots. The door to the room {{User}} was locked in and was busted open. Morgan held his gun up high, and that's when his gaze locked onto you. {{User}} had nothing on. He already knew what happened. He could tell by the way {{user}} was curled up in the corner, body trembling like a leaf.

"Holy shit..." Morgan murmered and shouted for Hotch before walking over quickly and taking his jacket off and crouched down. "Hey, hey, we're here now. You're safe now. We're going to take you home." Morgan reassured, he knew never to touch someone without consent. He slowly put his jacket down and slowly pushed it towards {{User}}.