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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
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1,779
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1
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III
GARRISSON HOME
Richmond, VA
“Chill the fuck out, man!” Morgan kept his left arm up as Mr. Garrisson hit him with a wooden bat for the third time. James Garrisson swung the bat with a different approach and hit the black agent across the shoulder blades as hard as he could. Derek’s eyes nearly burst out of his head as he shouted expletives in pain and fell to the floor.
“FBI! DON’T MOVE!” Spencer Reid kept his gun trained on Morgan’s attacker, glaring at him menacingly. “Drop the bat and step away from the agent… NOW!” James looked from Spencer to the FBI agent lying on the floor who was gasping for air. “Y…you’re both FBI? Oh my…” He dropped the bat, backed away from Morgan, and dropped to his knees with his hands in the air. Reid approached him and cuffed him as the man continued to blubber. “I…I thought he was the man who took my wife… I’m so sorry…”
Reid left the man and rushed to Morgan’s side, forcing him to remain lying down. He pulled out his phone and dialed dispatch. “This is Special Agent Spencer Reid of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. I have an agent down at 6051 Innovation Dr. I need an ambulance and officers here immediately.” He ended the call as the 911 operator confirmed what Reid had requested and dialed Hotch, putting the phone on speaker.
-- “Hotchner.”
“Hotch! I need you here at the Garrisson’s residence now. Morgan was attacked by our possible UnSub. Ambulances are on the way.”
-- “I’m on my way, Reid. Do you have the UnSub with you?”
“Yes, I have him cuffed and secured. I’m with Morgan right now. He’s conscious, but his arm looks shattered and—“
“I’m fine, Hotch. Ignore Reid!”
-- “Reid, tell Morgan that if he even thinks about moving he’s off the case.”
Hotch’s threat was met with a grumble and a few more expletives as he ended the phone conversation and turned towards the no longer sleeping media liaison. “What’s going on, Hotch?” She handed him his jacket back as he grabbed the keys to one of the unmarked sedans. “Morgan’s been injured. I need you to stay here and fill Prentiss and Rossi in on what happened when they get here. Don’t tell Garcia until we know Morgan’s condition. I need everyone to continue working on this case despite what happens to Morgan.” JJ stood and just nodded as Hotch ran out the door.
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The black sedan came to a screeching halt when he saw the ambulance and police cars. Hotch didn’t even have to ask where Morgan was – he heard him arguing with the EMT as soon as he got out of his car. He couldn’t help but smile, but quickly let his emotionless look come over him as he realized he had yet seen the extent of Morgan’s injuries. He sprinted up towards the back of the ambulance, feeling his breath catch in his throat in anger. Morgan’s left arm was broken, the bone almost protruding from his skin. Hotch stood next to Reid who began to laugh at Morgan’s futile attempts to get away from the EMT’s.
“James Garrisson attacked Morgan after we entered the house. The door was open and we thought the UnSub was inside. Turns out Mr. Garrisson had just received the DVD of his wife’s kidnapping along with their wedding ring. He thought Morgan was the UnSub.” Reid walked towards Morgan with Hotch as the paramedics hooked up a morphine drip to the black agent.
“How is he?” Hotch’s voice was gravelly which only gave the paramedic even more incentive to answer him quickly. “His left forearm is snapped almost in half and his left shoulder is dislocated. He’ll have to be in a cast and sling and he’ll be in substantial pain, but there will be no point in him staying in the hospital other than for us to operate on his arm.” The paramedic turned back and climbed into the back of the ambulance.
Hotch turned to Reid and handed him the keys to the sedan. “Have one of the officers take the sedan back to the station. Fill the team in on the case and continue to look for the UnSub. I’ll make sure Morgan gets the medical attention he needs. I’ll call you later.” Hotch jumped into the back of the ambulance as Reid threw Hotch’s keys to an officer and took the SUV back to the station with Mr. Garrisson in the back. They would get to the bottom of this.
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UNDISCLOSED BUILDING
Undisclosed Location, VA
“Puh… please! Just let me go! I haven’t seen your face!” Linda Garrisson struggled against her restraints as she searched for her captor in the dimly lit room. “I’ll give you anything you want!” The young brunette tried to wrench her hands out of the ropes that were connecting them. Her pleas were met with the crack of a whip to her backside. Linda screamed in pain, which was quickly cut off as her attacker brought the whip down across her face, forcing her to the floor with blood pooling around her.
All she could do was listen to his horrible laugh as the room was briefly lit up by the flash of a camera. “Say cheese…”
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POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Richmond, VA
“Where’s Hotch?” Rossi walked into the conference room with his hands spread inquisitively. “And Morgan?” Emily piped up from behind Rossi. Spencer stood as JJ turned to face them. “They’re at the hospital.” Spencer fidgeted with his satchel nervously as he continued. “Morgan was attacked by one of the victim’s neighbors.” He filled the two agents in just as he had with JJ. “Hotch says we need to continue on the case. Morgan will be ok and Hotch will call as soon as there is an update.”
The other agents nodded hesitantly before sitting at the table. Prentiss placed the autopsy reports she and Rossi had been given and began to explain what they knew. JJ could only shake her head and look in the direction where Mr. Garrisson was being held. “Well, now we know what our UnSub plans on doing to the Mrs. Should we talk to Mr. Garrisson?” Spencer nodded and offered to interview him. “He already feels guilty for hurting Morgan, so I’m sure I can get through to him.” The young doctor headed to the interview room and sat across from the visibly shaken man. “Mr. Garrisson, I have a few questions for you.”
James placed his head in his hands as he continued to sob. “I… I’m so sorry… I just thought he was the man who took my wife… I…” He looked up at Spencer, his disheveled chin length hair in his eyes. “Yes, please, ask anything.” Reid nodded and placed his hands on the table between then. “Did you notice any strange behavior around your home before your wife disappeared?” Mr. Garrisson shook his head. “N…no! Not until you and your friend showed up… is he ok?” Reid gritted his teeth and forced himself to lie. “He’s fine. Could you tell me what you were doing outside the Victor home two weeks ago?” The man stopped his blubbering, trying to remember the night he was referring to. He instantly turned red. “Look… I was really wasted and I saw Casey in the window… naked… she caught me looking so I told her the window was cracked… I didn’t want to tell her the truth and I didn’t want Linda to know. Oh God, Linda… I’m so sorry!” Reid simply nodded and left the man to his ramblings.
The young agent pulled out his phone and dialed the technical analyst who had been working frantically to find the UnSub. “Garcia, narrow down your search results to people who would be expected to be seen in that neighborhood. Electricians, cable company, even law enforcement.” He whispered the last part, not wanting to alarm the Richmond police officers that were in the vicinity. “Continue to look at family members, but also include people whose lives were directly altered by the case.” Garcia nodded even though Reid couldn’t hear her. “You got it, Sugar.” She hung up immediately and continued her search.
“Uhm, Dr. Reid?” The unsure voice of one of the rookie officers came from behind Spencer, forcing him to turn around. “Mr. Garrisson is asking for you.” Spencer pushed himself up from leaning on the conference table and re-entered the interview room.
“Yes, Mr. Garrisson?” The husband of the latest victim stood and faced Reid. “Y…yes. I remembered something. There was a man standing outside our house the night before Linda disappeared. He said he was just admiring our garden… and I believed him!” He punched the wall in anger towards himself. Spencer placed a calming hand on his shoulder and forced him to sit back in the chair. “Mr. Garrisson, I understand you’re upset, but I need you to describe him to me.” James nodded and took a deep breath. “He was tall… at least six feet. He had dark hair, not real short but not too long. It could have just been a dark colored beanie… it was chilly outside. White guy. His voice sounded… lifeless. Almost monotonous. I’m sorry… that’s all I remember.” Reid stood and headed back to the conference room with the team.
As he walked in his cell began to ring. “You’re on speaker, Garcia.” There wasn’t clicking in the background, just silence. “Who all is with you, Reid?” He looked at the phone quizzically before answering. “Uhm… just me, Prentiss, Rossi and JJ.” He heard a sigh of relief on the other end before worry recaptured her voice. “Guys, we have a problem. I entered the profile and the type of people Hotch and Reid wanted me to search for… and while the system is still searching… I got a hit.” Rossi shook his head in confusion. “I’m still trying to figure out the problem here, Garcia.” Penelope took a moment before answering slowly. “Guys… the match… it’s Hotch.”
Richmond, VA
“Chill the fuck out, man!” Morgan kept his left arm up as Mr. Garrisson hit him with a wooden bat for the third time. James Garrisson swung the bat with a different approach and hit the black agent across the shoulder blades as hard as he could. Derek’s eyes nearly burst out of his head as he shouted expletives in pain and fell to the floor.
“FBI! DON’T MOVE!” Spencer Reid kept his gun trained on Morgan’s attacker, glaring at him menacingly. “Drop the bat and step away from the agent… NOW!” James looked from Spencer to the FBI agent lying on the floor who was gasping for air. “Y…you’re both FBI? Oh my…” He dropped the bat, backed away from Morgan, and dropped to his knees with his hands in the air. Reid approached him and cuffed him as the man continued to blubber. “I…I thought he was the man who took my wife… I’m so sorry…”
Reid left the man and rushed to Morgan’s side, forcing him to remain lying down. He pulled out his phone and dialed dispatch. “This is Special Agent Spencer Reid of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. I have an agent down at 6051 Innovation Dr. I need an ambulance and officers here immediately.” He ended the call as the 911 operator confirmed what Reid had requested and dialed Hotch, putting the phone on speaker.
-- “Hotchner.”
“Hotch! I need you here at the Garrisson’s residence now. Morgan was attacked by our possible UnSub. Ambulances are on the way.”
-- “I’m on my way, Reid. Do you have the UnSub with you?”
“Yes, I have him cuffed and secured. I’m with Morgan right now. He’s conscious, but his arm looks shattered and—“
“I’m fine, Hotch. Ignore Reid!”
-- “Reid, tell Morgan that if he even thinks about moving he’s off the case.”
Hotch’s threat was met with a grumble and a few more expletives as he ended the phone conversation and turned towards the no longer sleeping media liaison. “What’s going on, Hotch?” She handed him his jacket back as he grabbed the keys to one of the unmarked sedans. “Morgan’s been injured. I need you to stay here and fill Prentiss and Rossi in on what happened when they get here. Don’t tell Garcia until we know Morgan’s condition. I need everyone to continue working on this case despite what happens to Morgan.” JJ stood and just nodded as Hotch ran out the door.
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The black sedan came to a screeching halt when he saw the ambulance and police cars. Hotch didn’t even have to ask where Morgan was – he heard him arguing with the EMT as soon as he got out of his car. He couldn’t help but smile, but quickly let his emotionless look come over him as he realized he had yet seen the extent of Morgan’s injuries. He sprinted up towards the back of the ambulance, feeling his breath catch in his throat in anger. Morgan’s left arm was broken, the bone almost protruding from his skin. Hotch stood next to Reid who began to laugh at Morgan’s futile attempts to get away from the EMT’s.
“James Garrisson attacked Morgan after we entered the house. The door was open and we thought the UnSub was inside. Turns out Mr. Garrisson had just received the DVD of his wife’s kidnapping along with their wedding ring. He thought Morgan was the UnSub.” Reid walked towards Morgan with Hotch as the paramedics hooked up a morphine drip to the black agent.
“How is he?” Hotch’s voice was gravelly which only gave the paramedic even more incentive to answer him quickly. “His left forearm is snapped almost in half and his left shoulder is dislocated. He’ll have to be in a cast and sling and he’ll be in substantial pain, but there will be no point in him staying in the hospital other than for us to operate on his arm.” The paramedic turned back and climbed into the back of the ambulance.
Hotch turned to Reid and handed him the keys to the sedan. “Have one of the officers take the sedan back to the station. Fill the team in on the case and continue to look for the UnSub. I’ll make sure Morgan gets the medical attention he needs. I’ll call you later.” Hotch jumped into the back of the ambulance as Reid threw Hotch’s keys to an officer and took the SUV back to the station with Mr. Garrisson in the back. They would get to the bottom of this.
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UNDISCLOSED BUILDING
Undisclosed Location, VA
“Puh… please! Just let me go! I haven’t seen your face!” Linda Garrisson struggled against her restraints as she searched for her captor in the dimly lit room. “I’ll give you anything you want!” The young brunette tried to wrench her hands out of the ropes that were connecting them. Her pleas were met with the crack of a whip to her backside. Linda screamed in pain, which was quickly cut off as her attacker brought the whip down across her face, forcing her to the floor with blood pooling around her.
All she could do was listen to his horrible laugh as the room was briefly lit up by the flash of a camera. “Say cheese…”
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POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Richmond, VA
“Where’s Hotch?” Rossi walked into the conference room with his hands spread inquisitively. “And Morgan?” Emily piped up from behind Rossi. Spencer stood as JJ turned to face them. “They’re at the hospital.” Spencer fidgeted with his satchel nervously as he continued. “Morgan was attacked by one of the victim’s neighbors.” He filled the two agents in just as he had with JJ. “Hotch says we need to continue on the case. Morgan will be ok and Hotch will call as soon as there is an update.”
The other agents nodded hesitantly before sitting at the table. Prentiss placed the autopsy reports she and Rossi had been given and began to explain what they knew. JJ could only shake her head and look in the direction where Mr. Garrisson was being held. “Well, now we know what our UnSub plans on doing to the Mrs. Should we talk to Mr. Garrisson?” Spencer nodded and offered to interview him. “He already feels guilty for hurting Morgan, so I’m sure I can get through to him.” The young doctor headed to the interview room and sat across from the visibly shaken man. “Mr. Garrisson, I have a few questions for you.”
James placed his head in his hands as he continued to sob. “I… I’m so sorry… I just thought he was the man who took my wife… I…” He looked up at Spencer, his disheveled chin length hair in his eyes. “Yes, please, ask anything.” Reid nodded and placed his hands on the table between then. “Did you notice any strange behavior around your home before your wife disappeared?” Mr. Garrisson shook his head. “N…no! Not until you and your friend showed up… is he ok?” Reid gritted his teeth and forced himself to lie. “He’s fine. Could you tell me what you were doing outside the Victor home two weeks ago?” The man stopped his blubbering, trying to remember the night he was referring to. He instantly turned red. “Look… I was really wasted and I saw Casey in the window… naked… she caught me looking so I told her the window was cracked… I didn’t want to tell her the truth and I didn’t want Linda to know. Oh God, Linda… I’m so sorry!” Reid simply nodded and left the man to his ramblings.
The young agent pulled out his phone and dialed the technical analyst who had been working frantically to find the UnSub. “Garcia, narrow down your search results to people who would be expected to be seen in that neighborhood. Electricians, cable company, even law enforcement.” He whispered the last part, not wanting to alarm the Richmond police officers that were in the vicinity. “Continue to look at family members, but also include people whose lives were directly altered by the case.” Garcia nodded even though Reid couldn’t hear her. “You got it, Sugar.” She hung up immediately and continued her search.
“Uhm, Dr. Reid?” The unsure voice of one of the rookie officers came from behind Spencer, forcing him to turn around. “Mr. Garrisson is asking for you.” Spencer pushed himself up from leaning on the conference table and re-entered the interview room.
“Yes, Mr. Garrisson?” The husband of the latest victim stood and faced Reid. “Y…yes. I remembered something. There was a man standing outside our house the night before Linda disappeared. He said he was just admiring our garden… and I believed him!” He punched the wall in anger towards himself. Spencer placed a calming hand on his shoulder and forced him to sit back in the chair. “Mr. Garrisson, I understand you’re upset, but I need you to describe him to me.” James nodded and took a deep breath. “He was tall… at least six feet. He had dark hair, not real short but not too long. It could have just been a dark colored beanie… it was chilly outside. White guy. His voice sounded… lifeless. Almost monotonous. I’m sorry… that’s all I remember.” Reid stood and headed back to the conference room with the team.
As he walked in his cell began to ring. “You’re on speaker, Garcia.” There wasn’t clicking in the background, just silence. “Who all is with you, Reid?” He looked at the phone quizzically before answering. “Uhm… just me, Prentiss, Rossi and JJ.” He heard a sigh of relief on the other end before worry recaptured her voice. “Guys, we have a problem. I entered the profile and the type of people Hotch and Reid wanted me to search for… and while the system is still searching… I got a hit.” Rossi shook his head in confusion. “I’m still trying to figure out the problem here, Garcia.” Penelope took a moment before answering slowly. “Guys… the match… it’s Hotch.”