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1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,780
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters, nor do I make any type of profit from this.
IV
RAPPAHANNOCK GENERAL HOSPITAL
Richmond, VA
“Hotch… I’m fine man.” Morgan’s first words as he came out of his drugged sleep was, as expected, used to try to convince his boss he could go back to work. “Derek, you just came out of surgery. Can you please at least wait until the drugs wear off?” Hotch’s voice remained at the same monotonous tone as always. Morgan just closed his eyes in pain as he unwisely sat up. “Fuckin’ a man…” His arm was splinted in a soft cast, so the stitches could be changed, and secured in a sling to keep his shoulder in place. “So what did I miss?” Hotch shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Cell phones aren’t allowed in hospitals.” He gave Morgan a coy look before continuing. “I figure we’ll know when we get back.” Morgan nodded in agreement, looking past Hotch and at the busyness of the hospital. He remembered when it was Hotch in the hospital bed after Foyet got a hold of him. Hotch didn’t want anyone babying him then, so he was glad that it was his Unit Chief there and not his other team members. He knew Hotch wouldn’t baby him and he appreciated that.
One of the nurses entered the room after a few hours and explained to both Hotch and Morgan that Derek was no cleared for work and that he could not use his left arm under any circumstances, or he could risk losing use of it permanently. He was given a prescription for heavy painkillers that would surely make him sleep and discharged him from the hospital.
“Morgan, when we get to the station, you’re to stay there or go to the hotel. If you go to the hotel, you’re to have someone else drive you. You’ll be working on the case from behind the desk, NOT in the field.” Morgan grunted in displeasure and started to argue when Hotch cut him off. “Garcia doesn’t know you were injured. You should probably call her.”
Derek pulled out his cell angrily, dialing the soon to be pissed computer wizard. “Hey baby girl.”
-- “Hello my Chocolate Grecian God.”
“Uhm, baby, I’m just letting you know we’re on our way back from the hospital and we need to know if-“
-- “YOU WERE WHERE!?”
Hotch smirked to himself as he listened to Garcia, who wasn’t on speaker, berate and discipline Morgan.
“Baby girl! I’m fine! Just over-protective Hotch making sure… just a little run in with the latest victim’s husband. He thought I was the UnSub, but I’m fine.”
Hotch had pulled up to the station and gotten out of the car to allow Morgan to finish his conversation in private.
-- “Derek, is Hotch still with you?”
“No. What’s wrong baby girl?”
-- “Derek, Hotch is in trouble. I entered the parameters you guys gave me… Babe, Hotch fit. He fit everything. He benefitted from the original case… he’s not going to be questioned if he’s in some random neighborhood and he fit Mr. Garrisson’s description of the man who was seen outside his home the night before his wife disappeared. The Richmond PD thinks he’s the UnSub… and they’ve found evidence that clears Ferracci of the charges…”
Morgan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This had to be a joke, a delusion caused by the drugs. Then he heard it.
“Aaron Hotchner! Step away from your vehicle and put your hands up! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!” Detective Neal stood in front of six armed officers, all of whom had their guns trained on the senior FBI agent.
Hotch stood there in shock, unable to move. “What the hell is going on?” He just stared at them, unmoving. Detective Neal didn’t lower his gun, giving his order again. “Aaron Hotchner, put your hands in the air!” He raised his hands before being rushed by two SWAT officers and pinned against his vehicle. One officer disarmed him while the other cuffed him roughly as Detective Neal read him his rights. “Aaron Hotchner, you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of Linda Garrisson, the murder of John Victor, the framing of Michael Ferracci, and the falsifying of legal documents in a federal case. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you –“ He stopped as Derek Morgan approached them. Two more SWAT officers stopped Morgan in his tracks, careful of his injured arm. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Neal!?” The vein in Morgan’s forehead looked like it was about to burst. One of the restraining SWAT officers began to speak over Morgan. “Agent Morgan, please calm yourself down. You need to head back to your vehicle.” In the background, Detective Neal finished reading Hotch his rights and slammed the FBI agent against the patrol car roughly and growled into his ear. “You sick son of a bitch. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.” Hotch responded with a grunt as he was pulled back and turned towards the police station.
“Hotch! HOTCH!” Morgan fought past the SWAT officers and ran up to Neal. “You bastard! You and I both know this is a mistake! At least take him through the back! Don’t parade him in front of the media!” Neal growled at Morgan, putting his index finger in the large FBI agent’s face. “You and I know nothing except that this man killed the wrong guy nine years ago and he had both means and opportunity. I will do what I want to this ‘UnSub.’” Neal’s use of the word the BAU used to describe psychos towards Hotch caused Morgan to lose it. He charged the Detective and tackled him to the ground, throwing a wild punch with his right arm. The two began to tussle on the ground, Neal having the advantage due to Morgan’s injuries.
“Morgan! STOP!” Morgan stopped fighting as he rolled on his back, Neal on top with his fist pulled back ready to strike. Hotch’s voice was still menacing, despite his predicament. “Morgan, don’t get yourself arrested. I need you leading the team so you can get to the bottom of this and I certainly don’t need you back in the hospital for that arm. Remember what the doctor said.” Hotch watched as Neal stood up and motioned for the two SWAT officers to help Morgan up and restrain him from attacking again.
Neal straightened out his suit before leading Hotch across the lot and through the media circus. Morgan was forced to stay behind and watch as his superior – his friend – was dragged through the media circus and treated like the scum he was trained to stop. Like an UnSub.
Richmond, VA
“Hotch… I’m fine man.” Morgan’s first words as he came out of his drugged sleep was, as expected, used to try to convince his boss he could go back to work. “Derek, you just came out of surgery. Can you please at least wait until the drugs wear off?” Hotch’s voice remained at the same monotonous tone as always. Morgan just closed his eyes in pain as he unwisely sat up. “Fuckin’ a man…” His arm was splinted in a soft cast, so the stitches could be changed, and secured in a sling to keep his shoulder in place. “So what did I miss?” Hotch shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Cell phones aren’t allowed in hospitals.” He gave Morgan a coy look before continuing. “I figure we’ll know when we get back.” Morgan nodded in agreement, looking past Hotch and at the busyness of the hospital. He remembered when it was Hotch in the hospital bed after Foyet got a hold of him. Hotch didn’t want anyone babying him then, so he was glad that it was his Unit Chief there and not his other team members. He knew Hotch wouldn’t baby him and he appreciated that.
One of the nurses entered the room after a few hours and explained to both Hotch and Morgan that Derek was no cleared for work and that he could not use his left arm under any circumstances, or he could risk losing use of it permanently. He was given a prescription for heavy painkillers that would surely make him sleep and discharged him from the hospital.
“Morgan, when we get to the station, you’re to stay there or go to the hotel. If you go to the hotel, you’re to have someone else drive you. You’ll be working on the case from behind the desk, NOT in the field.” Morgan grunted in displeasure and started to argue when Hotch cut him off. “Garcia doesn’t know you were injured. You should probably call her.”
Derek pulled out his cell angrily, dialing the soon to be pissed computer wizard. “Hey baby girl.”
-- “Hello my Chocolate Grecian God.”
“Uhm, baby, I’m just letting you know we’re on our way back from the hospital and we need to know if-“
-- “YOU WERE WHERE!?”
Hotch smirked to himself as he listened to Garcia, who wasn’t on speaker, berate and discipline Morgan.
“Baby girl! I’m fine! Just over-protective Hotch making sure… just a little run in with the latest victim’s husband. He thought I was the UnSub, but I’m fine.”
Hotch had pulled up to the station and gotten out of the car to allow Morgan to finish his conversation in private.
-- “Derek, is Hotch still with you?”
“No. What’s wrong baby girl?”
-- “Derek, Hotch is in trouble. I entered the parameters you guys gave me… Babe, Hotch fit. He fit everything. He benefitted from the original case… he’s not going to be questioned if he’s in some random neighborhood and he fit Mr. Garrisson’s description of the man who was seen outside his home the night before his wife disappeared. The Richmond PD thinks he’s the UnSub… and they’ve found evidence that clears Ferracci of the charges…”
Morgan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This had to be a joke, a delusion caused by the drugs. Then he heard it.
“Aaron Hotchner! Step away from your vehicle and put your hands up! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!” Detective Neal stood in front of six armed officers, all of whom had their guns trained on the senior FBI agent.
Hotch stood there in shock, unable to move. “What the hell is going on?” He just stared at them, unmoving. Detective Neal didn’t lower his gun, giving his order again. “Aaron Hotchner, put your hands in the air!” He raised his hands before being rushed by two SWAT officers and pinned against his vehicle. One officer disarmed him while the other cuffed him roughly as Detective Neal read him his rights. “Aaron Hotchner, you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of Linda Garrisson, the murder of John Victor, the framing of Michael Ferracci, and the falsifying of legal documents in a federal case. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you –“ He stopped as Derek Morgan approached them. Two more SWAT officers stopped Morgan in his tracks, careful of his injured arm. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Neal!?” The vein in Morgan’s forehead looked like it was about to burst. One of the restraining SWAT officers began to speak over Morgan. “Agent Morgan, please calm yourself down. You need to head back to your vehicle.” In the background, Detective Neal finished reading Hotch his rights and slammed the FBI agent against the patrol car roughly and growled into his ear. “You sick son of a bitch. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.” Hotch responded with a grunt as he was pulled back and turned towards the police station.
“Hotch! HOTCH!” Morgan fought past the SWAT officers and ran up to Neal. “You bastard! You and I both know this is a mistake! At least take him through the back! Don’t parade him in front of the media!” Neal growled at Morgan, putting his index finger in the large FBI agent’s face. “You and I know nothing except that this man killed the wrong guy nine years ago and he had both means and opportunity. I will do what I want to this ‘UnSub.’” Neal’s use of the word the BAU used to describe psychos towards Hotch caused Morgan to lose it. He charged the Detective and tackled him to the ground, throwing a wild punch with his right arm. The two began to tussle on the ground, Neal having the advantage due to Morgan’s injuries.
“Morgan! STOP!” Morgan stopped fighting as he rolled on his back, Neal on top with his fist pulled back ready to strike. Hotch’s voice was still menacing, despite his predicament. “Morgan, don’t get yourself arrested. I need you leading the team so you can get to the bottom of this and I certainly don’t need you back in the hospital for that arm. Remember what the doctor said.” Hotch watched as Neal stood up and motioned for the two SWAT officers to help Morgan up and restrain him from attacking again.
Neal straightened out his suit before leading Hotch across the lot and through the media circus. Morgan was forced to stay behind and watch as his superior – his friend – was dragged through the media circus and treated like the scum he was trained to stop. Like an UnSub.