The Photographer
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1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
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1,819
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1
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XIX
RICHMOND POLICE DEPARTMENT
Richmond, VA
Morgan stared at the profile in front of him, willing for the UnSub’s identity to jump out at him. It had never been this hard to identify an UnSub before. We’ve also never been without Hotch on a case like this before. He shook the fatigue that was trying to overcome him as he huffed in impatience. How could the FBI offered to let him head up the New York office? He couldn’t even find this UnSub without his superior there to guide him. “C’mon Derek, snap out of it.” Now he was talking to himself. Great.
“Agent Morgan?” Officer Landers, one of the men on the suspect list, peeked his head into the secluded room. “Detective Neal asked me to bring this to you. He said you looked like you needed it. He also said that if you needed any help, you were more than welcome to use my eyes.” Derek sipped the coffee as he listened to the Officer’s words. He froze as realization hit him. Position of power. Smart. Inserting himself into the investigation. Early to mid forties. He knew who the UnSub was, he just had to go to the hospital to make sure he was right. This bastard was going down.
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SECOND UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
Undisclosed City, VA
-- “Missing FBI Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner was found after an extensive search. He was found in a Civil War bunker in the Richmond area. Hotchner is in a coma and in critical condition. The FBI will not release a statement until his attacker is found…”
“WHAT!?” A glass beer bottle shattered after being hurled at the rotted wall in frustration. The Photographer couldn’t believe it. He was still alive? “How the fuck did he survive those gunshot wounds!? These FBI bastards are going to regret saving him.” He launched himself from his recliner, preparing himself for his next move. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. Now it was Derek Morgan’s turn. “You want me, Derek? Then come get me.”
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RAPPAHANNOCK GENERAL HOSPITAL
Richmond, VA
“I need to see Hotch.” Morgan stood a fair distance from the team as they looked up at him. “Keep the nurses and doctors preoccupied. I’ll only be five minutes.” He didn’t even give them a chance to argue as he sprinted down the hall and into the Unit Chief’s room. Hotch hadn’t been awake but fifteen minutes, barely having a hold on his bearings. “You know… who he is, Morgan…” It wasn’t a question, but a statement that he recognized the look in Morgan’s eyes. “Hotch, I need you to tell me who you saw, first. I can’t make mistakes on this case.” Aaron furrowed his brows together as he tried to sift through the hazy memories. Cutting… burning… electrocution… drugs… that horrible smell of burning fish hearts and livers… the pain of the denailing… his orbital bone piercing his cheek… biting the mask… seeing the face of the man who had taken so much from him. He mumbled the name under his breath. Derek jumped up, rage consuming him, and stormed out of the room. He had been right about his suspicions and now, the bastard would pay.
He told the team who the UnSub was and what his plan was, but before all that happened, he needed to make a call. “Detective Neal, this is Agent Morgan. Where can I meet you? I know who our UnSub is. He’s in your unit, so we need you there.”
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3065 EOS WAY
Richmond, VA
Derek stopped outside the rotten shack the Detective had given him the address to. Apparently, data that CSU had found led them to this shack and Neal had wanted to check it out. Morgan agreed that it would be their best bet in finding the UnSub. He told Rossi to bring Emily and meet him there while Reid stayed at the hospital to protect Hotch. Dave didn’t want Morgan going off on his own, but the acting Unit Chief didn’t really have time to wait.
The black agent didn’t see the detective’s patrol car there yet, or any cars in fact, so he decided to enter without him. Gun drawn in his uninjured hand, Morgan kicked the locked door open before entering slowly. There was no room for mistakes. He cleared the whole house, finding nothing but dingy furniture and empty beer bottles. Another dead end. Derek made his way back to the front door, deciding to wait for Neal in his own car.
As he turned the corner at the base of the stairs, his forehead came into contact with cold metal. A gun barrel. He was staring at the UnSub, unmasked and confident. “Hello, Derek.” He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Let the games begin. “Hello…”
Richmond, VA
Morgan stared at the profile in front of him, willing for the UnSub’s identity to jump out at him. It had never been this hard to identify an UnSub before. We’ve also never been without Hotch on a case like this before. He shook the fatigue that was trying to overcome him as he huffed in impatience. How could the FBI offered to let him head up the New York office? He couldn’t even find this UnSub without his superior there to guide him. “C’mon Derek, snap out of it.” Now he was talking to himself. Great.
“Agent Morgan?” Officer Landers, one of the men on the suspect list, peeked his head into the secluded room. “Detective Neal asked me to bring this to you. He said you looked like you needed it. He also said that if you needed any help, you were more than welcome to use my eyes.” Derek sipped the coffee as he listened to the Officer’s words. He froze as realization hit him. Position of power. Smart. Inserting himself into the investigation. Early to mid forties. He knew who the UnSub was, he just had to go to the hospital to make sure he was right. This bastard was going down.
---
SECOND UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
Undisclosed City, VA
-- “Missing FBI Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner was found after an extensive search. He was found in a Civil War bunker in the Richmond area. Hotchner is in a coma and in critical condition. The FBI will not release a statement until his attacker is found…”
“WHAT!?” A glass beer bottle shattered after being hurled at the rotted wall in frustration. The Photographer couldn’t believe it. He was still alive? “How the fuck did he survive those gunshot wounds!? These FBI bastards are going to regret saving him.” He launched himself from his recliner, preparing himself for his next move. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. Now it was Derek Morgan’s turn. “You want me, Derek? Then come get me.”
---
RAPPAHANNOCK GENERAL HOSPITAL
Richmond, VA
“I need to see Hotch.” Morgan stood a fair distance from the team as they looked up at him. “Keep the nurses and doctors preoccupied. I’ll only be five minutes.” He didn’t even give them a chance to argue as he sprinted down the hall and into the Unit Chief’s room. Hotch hadn’t been awake but fifteen minutes, barely having a hold on his bearings. “You know… who he is, Morgan…” It wasn’t a question, but a statement that he recognized the look in Morgan’s eyes. “Hotch, I need you to tell me who you saw, first. I can’t make mistakes on this case.” Aaron furrowed his brows together as he tried to sift through the hazy memories. Cutting… burning… electrocution… drugs… that horrible smell of burning fish hearts and livers… the pain of the denailing… his orbital bone piercing his cheek… biting the mask… seeing the face of the man who had taken so much from him. He mumbled the name under his breath. Derek jumped up, rage consuming him, and stormed out of the room. He had been right about his suspicions and now, the bastard would pay.
He told the team who the UnSub was and what his plan was, but before all that happened, he needed to make a call. “Detective Neal, this is Agent Morgan. Where can I meet you? I know who our UnSub is. He’s in your unit, so we need you there.”
---
3065 EOS WAY
Richmond, VA
Derek stopped outside the rotten shack the Detective had given him the address to. Apparently, data that CSU had found led them to this shack and Neal had wanted to check it out. Morgan agreed that it would be their best bet in finding the UnSub. He told Rossi to bring Emily and meet him there while Reid stayed at the hospital to protect Hotch. Dave didn’t want Morgan going off on his own, but the acting Unit Chief didn’t really have time to wait.
The black agent didn’t see the detective’s patrol car there yet, or any cars in fact, so he decided to enter without him. Gun drawn in his uninjured hand, Morgan kicked the locked door open before entering slowly. There was no room for mistakes. He cleared the whole house, finding nothing but dingy furniture and empty beer bottles. Another dead end. Derek made his way back to the front door, deciding to wait for Neal in his own car.
As he turned the corner at the base of the stairs, his forehead came into contact with cold metal. A gun barrel. He was staring at the UnSub, unmasked and confident. “Hello, Derek.” He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Let the games begin. “Hello…”