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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I changed the name of the victim from Mike Brown to Cole Jackson.
For those of you who don't follow me on tumblr, I struggled with this chapter. I had it finished a while ago but wasn't satisfied with it. I went back and re-worked what I'd written. A major scene in this chapter was completely re-written. That scene had at least four different versions. Everything that depends on that event was re-worked to fit. I am much happier with this final version. I found a good stopping point, so a good portion of what was written has yet to be read through and will be re-worked for the next chapter.

The rest of the BAU arrives at the scene. Cole Jackson’s body had been found on the playground of a popular park. A retired police officer found the body when he brought his granddaughter to play at the park. The man had kept the scene clear until the police came.
The first officers on the scene found the note taped to the body. Written in big bold letters, TO: DEREK MORGAN, BAU. The two officers called it in to their superiors and secured the scene. A killer leaving a note addressing a FBI agent by name leaves no doubt that the Bureau will be handling the case.
Morgan tries to prepare himself for the scene. The body may be gone but he’ll have to see pictures of the victim, of Cole Jackson. Of the man that looks enough like him that Kryupt had targeted and tortured him in Derek’s place. A man whose likeness to Derek had made Spencer cry the moment he saw the poor man’s body. Derek cannot stop the flash of undeserved guilt welling within him. Jackson died in his place, for no other reason than that Kryupt wanted to kill Derek. He doesn’t want to read the note, knowing it will only serve to increase his feelings of guilt.
Luc squeezes his shoulder in support and it helps, even if just a little. Morgan braces himself and strides to the scene with his head up. The other profilers and their guards are already on scene, having consciously given Morgan time to settle his heart and mind.
Hotch holds the note in his gloved hand. He gives Morgan an assessing look before reading it aloud.
I pretended it was you, Morgan. That it was you begging me for your life, your frightened screams, your warm blood gushing over my fingers. In his death, he was you. I killed you Derek Morgan and I can do it again. I will do it again. YOU ARE NEXT!
Derek shudders. Deep down, he is afraid. If he dies, he will lose Spencer and his Baby will be alone. He’ll be vulnerable in his grief and Kryupt would only see Spencer as an easier target. Without his hatred of Derek to distract him, Kryupt’s whole attention would be on Spencer.
Even if they caught Kryupt before he could get Spencer, who would be there to get Spencer through his grief if Derek died? Who would prevent him from closing himself off from the world? Who would take care of his precious Spencer, the person that means the most to him? Derek doesn’t know and more than anything doesn’t want to imagine it. But truthfully, it is something he cannot hide from right now. Not with the threat of Kryupt still out there. Spencer will never allow another into his heart, not like he has Derek and both he and Spencer know this. They may not have discussed it but both are more than aware of it. Derek wonders who he can trust to ensure Spencer is loved even if he is gone. With strong certainty, his heart answers: his family. If the worst comes to fruition, Derek has faith that his family will get Spencer through it. Spencer will never be truly alone, never be without love even if Derek is gone.
Derek’s thoughts make him miss the rest of the scene, not that he’s missing much. No witnesses and it’s obvious this is just a dump scene. Cole Jackson was killed somewhere else.
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The day is long and emotional draining. Hotch and JJ break the news to Jackson’s parents, both of them are devastated at the senseless murder of their only son. Cole had called them from the store, saying he would be over soon for supper. They never heard from him again.
While Hotch, JJ, and their guards are at Jackson’s parents, the rest of the group goes back to the BAU.
A sob escapes Spencer when he sees Derek and they both rush forward. Spencer crashes into Derek’s open embrace. He clings tightly to his love’s strong form. Watching poor Cole Jackson’s body being autopsied had hurt, filling him with both shame at his joy that it wasn’t Derek on the table and guilt that his stalker had murdered this innocent man as a substitute for Derek. Derek isn’t doing much better than Spencer. He holds Spencer just as tightly, tears welling in his eyes as his Pretty Boy cries into his neck.
The others leave them alone with only Lucas and Mbizi carefully watching over them.
Their kiss is desperate but tender. The familiar sensation helps to center them both. A few minutes later, they are able to get back to work. Both want justice for Kryupt’s innocent victims and to stop him from hurting anyone else.
Seeing the photographs of Cole Jackson’s body is disconcerting to say the least. The similarities to Morgan make it difficult for any of them to look at. There isn’t any evidence that can lead them to where Kryupt is hiding. They haven’t found Jackson’s vehicle yet, nor the primary crime scene.
When there is nothing more they can do for the night, Hotch tells everyone to go home. Each member leaves with their own LM Security bodyguard. JJ and Sean are the first to leave, followed closely by Emily and Lola. Penelope and Bobby leave next, both talking excitedly about a MMORPG game.
As he is about to leave, Derek’s cell rings. It’s the DC police, asking him to come to one of his properties as it has been broken into. Derek groans as the officer tells him about the damage to the house, especially frustrated as the house had just recently been put on the market. Frowning, Morgan promises to be there soon.
Spencer gathers his things and places his messenger bag strap across his body. Seeing the frown on Derek’s face, he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“One of my properties was burglarized.”
“Oh, Der, I’m sorry. Do they know who did it?”
“They’re thinking a kid. Wasn’t much to steal inside, no electronics. He mostly just broke stuff, some spray paint as well.”
Spencer rubs soothing circles on Derek’s tense back. “We’ll go check it out together, okay?”
“Thanks for the offer but you don’t need to come. I can handle it on my own. I know you’re exhausted, Pretty Boy,” Derek says, his eyes roaming over the more prominent than usual dark circles under Spencer’s eyes and the tired slump of his shoulders.
“Derek, I can come.”
He smiles in response, cupping Spencer’s face. “I know Babe but you don’t have to. It shouldn’t take me too long. I’ll be home before you know it.” Spotting Dave and Evelyn leaving, Morgan stops them. “Dave, could you drop Spencer and Mbizi off at Luc’s?”
Rossi quirks a brow in question.
“I just got a call from DC police. One of my properties was broken into.”
“Oh, okay. I’d be happy to drop them off.” Rossi’s home isn’t far from Luc and Josh’s, so it won’t be much out of the way. “You need any help?” Dave asks.
“Nah. Probably just a kid.”
The six remaining people ride the elevator down to the parking lot. They break off when they each go to their own vehicles. Spencer and Derek sneak in a quick goodbye kiss before they separate.
Aaron and Keanu leave first, followed by Derek and Luc. Dave, Evelyn, Mbizi, and Spencer are last.
Spencer and Mbizi are silent in the back of Dave’s SUV. Both enjoy watching Rossi turn on his lethal charm for Evelyn. The ex-assassin isn’t so easily seduced, although Mbizi can tell she is quite interested in Dave. If she hadn’t been, she would have crushed him beneath her boot long ago. Evelyn can cut a man down with the speed of a cobra, Mbizi has seen it happen. It both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Spencer takes note of Rossi’s determination; he clearly isn’t going to give up easily. Rossi has been married three times, not to mention all the women he didn’t marry. Spencer hopes maybe this time will stick. Dave is a good man and deserves happiness. A woman like Evelyn would understand the hardships of working in the BAU. She is also strong and independent. Their personalities and lifestyles are well matched. They could enjoy the time they do have together without either being clingy or needy, despite the job always coming first.
Dave is determined to get Evelyn; she is a most intriguing woman. She looks like a British aristocrat, harmless and prim but Evelyn is undeniably dangerous. He finds himself drawn to her in a way he never has been before. She is a mystery that he feels compelled to solve. Dave has a feeling he could spend a lifetime uncovering her secrets and never know them all. He hasn’t gotten much of out her yet, she is a tough nut to crack but Dave has at least learned she is a passionate horticulturist and finds baking relaxing. Dave is hoping a delicious home-cooked authentic Italian meal will score him some points. It’s a fool-proof plan in his book, as he’s never met a woman who doesn’t like good food. “I’m going to cook something special for you tonight, Evie.”
Mbizi raises a brow at the nickname Evie. Evelyn has been known to react violently to people that attempt to shorten her name but she doesn’t as much as twitch. *Interesting, very interesting,* he thinks, smirking.
“And what exactly are you going to make me, David?” Evelyn asks primly.
Grinning at deliberately proper tone, Dave answers, “We’ll start with authentic Italian bruschetta. A fresh salad. Penne all’arrabbiata for the main dish. Unless you don’t like spicy food…”
Evelyn pauses briefly, before admitting softly, “I love spicy food.”
“Great! You’ll love it. Simple but flavorful. Tiramisu for dessert. It will be delizioso!”
“Tiramisu is one of my favorites.”
Dave grins, “Me too.” He is very much enjoying courting Evelyn. She is a challenge and will always keep him on his toes.
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Derek and Lucas drive Morgan’s property mostly in comfortable silence. As they get closer, Derek breaks the quiet. “Luc, can you promise me something?”
Hearing the serious tone, Lucas thinks for a moment before saying honestly, “I can’t answer that until I know what you’re asking for.”
He sighs audibly, “If…if the worst happens, can you and Josh look after Spencer for me?” Before Luc can respond, Derek continues, “I know my family will take care of him and our BAU family will too but I’d feel better knowing you and Josh will always be there for him, you know?”
Lucas is a realist, his time as a soldier had forced him to be. He knows that death is only a moment away for anyone. It isn’t something he dwells on but it isn’t something he forgets either. Luc tells Josh he loves him every day, for if it is his last, he wants his husband to always know how much he is loved. Because of this, he cannot fault Derek for his grim thoughts or for wanting to ensure Spencer is cared for should Derek die. “Josh and I will always be there for Spencer and for you, no matter what happens. That I can promise.”
The tightness in Derek’s chest loosens, “Thanks, Luc.”
Moments later, they arrive. A squad car is out front, with one of the officers questioning the nosey neighbors just outside the crime scene tape. The officer eyes them carefully before noticing the FBI badge clipped to Morgan’s belt. He waves them through and they both duck under the tape.
Derek greets the second officer at the door, together they enter through the front door. The open floor plan of the house reveals a single female crime scene technician working. Morgan scans the house: broken glass, splintered wood, disheveled furniture, and spray paint on the walls. He squats down and inspects the damage to the cabinet he made for the living room. Derek clucks regretfully at the gouges in the wood and the broken glass doors. The spray paint is mostly just obscenities and will have to be removed.
The young officer, Garnett Acker, is a large man, taller and wider than both Luc and Derek. He has flaming red hair complete with pale, freckled skin. “Your next door neighbor called 911 an hour ago. He heard glass breaking and suspicious noises coming from inside the house. The neighbor saw a single assailant flee the house minutes later.”
“Description?” asks Derek.
Acker looks at his notes, “Vague at best. Average height, male, likely Caucasian. Unknown age. Fled on foot. The witness did not see the man get into a vehicle. The suspect ran with ease, so likely not an elderly man. Unknown hair and eye color. He was wearing a black hoodie, flipped up, with black jeans and black gloves. He also was carrying a crowbar. The typical burglar’s outfit for the modern day troublemaker.”
Morgan makes a frustrated sound. The description could not be more indistinct; Derek ignores the little voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Spencer that reminds him that it could in fact be vaguer.
Lucas wonders aloud, “What’s the motive for this kind of crime?”
Derek looks off into space as he considers. “Kids often burglarize or destroy property to impress their peers. It is more rare for youth offenders to commit these types of crimes solo, unless it about getting quick cash or acting out instead of getting street cred with their peers. If it was a kid, he would have realized almost immediately that this house doesn’t have anything good for quick cash. A professional burglar would know there is little of value in an unoccupied house that is clearly for sale. Even an amateur burglar could easily discover this house is unoccupied and on the market. Motive is unlikely to be robbery. You could fence appliances but the UnSub didn’t touch any of them. He didn’t come here for money but for destruction. As for the why, I’m not sure. Because he thought it’d be ‘fun’ or even possibly to vent his rage at something or someone.” Morgan shrugs. He knows the UnSub is unlikely to be caught; especially since it is unlikely he left prints; no prints means no easy way to identify the UnSub. Burglaries have a low case closure rate. The police will make minor attempts to find the man that broke in but likely will drop it very quickly. They don’t have to time or money to waste on such an insignificant break-in.
“Is this the first of your properties to be burglarized?” asks Luc.
“A few minor incidents, kids but nothing to this extent.” Morgan lets the police finish their likely futile work; he goes off to the side to start making some calls. Insurance companies are never enjoyable to deal with but he sets up an appointment to meet. Once he’s done with his calls, Morgan walks around and takes pictures of the destruction with his phone.
The officer offers his card before Morgan walks out of the house. “Luc, I have a property not far from here. I just want to check on it before we go home.”
Lucas nods and climbs into the passenger seat. When they stop Derek looks out the driver’s window. The property appears undisturbed. Morgan knows he’s being irrational. It is unlikely that he was targeted specifically.
Luc glances at the house and asks, “Do you want to check inside?”
Despite his desire to shake that paranoid feeling off, Derek can’t. “Yeah.” He exits the car and walks to the front door. Selecting the correct key, he enters the house. Looking over the house, Derek does not see any indication that anyone but himself has been to the house recently. This particular house is in the middle of being remodeled. After a brief walk through, Morgan is satisfied.
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FLASHBACK
Barry feels unholy glee as he destroys everything he can within the house that Morgan so painstakingly renovated and restored. He smashes the glass doors of the handmade cabinet, using his crowbar to gouge and scar the beautiful wood. There is no need for restraint this time as his precious Spencer owns nothing in this house. Barry enjoys painting “Fuck you” among other obscenities and vague threats. It wouldn’t do for Morgan to suspect that Barry is the perpetrator.
He’s been searching for Spencer since he’d broken into the home Spencer shared with Morgan. Unfortunately, every time he tries to follow them, he loses them. The stupid body guards are alert and take extra pains to lose any tails. *But this time will be different. Morgan will lead me to Spencer. I’ll kill him once and for all. Then Spencer and I will be together, forever.* Barry smiles to himself. Snapping himself out of his fantasies, he sees a neighbor on the phone, looking at the house. Barry realizes it is time for him to leave. He flips up the hood of his sweatshirt and runs out of the house, cutting through yards until he is out of sight. Barry takes off the gloves and sweatshirt, tossing them and the crowbar into a garbage can. Then, he goes back to the latest car he stole. Barry had seen the car’s owner go into the movie theater. The stupid man had talked loudly with his friends about his excitement for Hitchcock marathon. Barry knows he’ll have dumped the car long before the moron even knows it is missing. He dons a plain blue hoodie from his bag and pulls on the realistic face mask he’d bought. Morgan won’t be able to recognize him with the mask. Barry parks close enough to the house that he can keep an eye on it but far enough away that the police and Morgan won’t notice his presence. Now all he has to do is wait.
Barry loses himself in his fantasies as he waits but he snaps out of them when he spots Morgan’s familiar figure and that of Morgan’s bodyguard. He watches as they go inside, grinning that once again Barry is getting away with his crimes scot-free. Barry gloats within his head as he waits for the two men to come out. If things go as planned, he will have Spencer in his arms tonight. When Morgan and the body guard exit the house, Barry follows. He is careful not to be spotted. It’s clear the moment they stop, that this is not where Spencer is residing. The house is rundown looking from neglect and is likely simply another property that Morgan is restoring. *Come on, come on! Bring me to Spencer!*
END OF FLASHBACK
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Derek locks up his property and strolls back to the SUV. He turns toward home when his phone rings. Without looking, he answers, “Morgan.”
“Derek.”
He smiles, “Hey Pretty Boy. You sound better already.”
“I took a nap,” Spencer admits. “How does the property look? Do the police know anything?”
“They got a description from a neighbor but he didn’t see much, nothing that would aid the police in finding anyone. I doubt the investigation will get off the ground. Damage isn’t too bad. It will take some work before I can put it back on the market though. Hopefully, insurance will cover all the damages.”
“I’m sorry Der.”
Derek says, “It’s nothing I can’t fix.”
Spencer smirks mischievously, which can be heard in his tone, “Of course not, Derek. Not with your skilled hands. They know just how to make everything…better.”
Derek chuckles, “Really, Pretty Boy? You’re going to flirt with me now?”
He answers innocently, “I have no idea what you are talking about, Derek. I am only complimenting your very proficient hands.”
“Sure you are,” Derek drawls with a laugh.
More than anything, Spencer would love to rile Derek up by talking about all the sinful things Derek could be doing to him. However, since Josh and Mbizi are in the room with him and Lucas is with Derek, Spencer refrains. “Have you left your property yet?”
“We checked out another of my properties. We just left and we’re on our way home.”
Spencer makes excited noises. “Perfect! Can you stop at the Sugar Rush before you come home? Please?” he asks pleadingly.
Spencer has an extreme and so very unhealthy, notorious sweet tooth and Derek knows the bakery all too well as it is Spencer’s absolute favorite. Derek smiles indulgingly, “What do you want this time, Pretty Boy?”
“Cupcakes,” Spencer sighs.
Derek can practically see the dreamy look on Spencer’s face. His Baby loves Sugar Rush’s cupcakes. “Flavors?”
“Josh wants Dark Chocolate Salted Caramel. Mbizi wants Chocolate Chili. I want Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha. Hm…and some scones and muffins for breakfast.”
Derek looks over at Luc to ensure he’s listening before reciting the orders back, “Josh wants the Choco Salted Caramel, Mbizi the Choco Chili, and you want the Pep Mocha. Plus, scones and muffins.”
“Yes, thanks Derek!”
“No problem. We’ll get your sweets and be home soon. Love you.”
“Love you too!”
Lucas snickers, “So we’re on a cupcake run, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You know I completely blame Spencer for Josh’s obsession with sweets, especially those from Sugar Rush Bakery.”
Derek laughs, “Oh, I know. Jamie and Jared love Spencer. He just keeps pulling in customers for them. Spencer made cards to give out to people! They give us a special discount because of how many people he’s sent to the bakery. He is utterly ridiculous.”
Luc cannot contain his amusement. Spencer is one of a kind, that is for sure.
Derek parks and they enter the bakery, the bell signaling their entrance.
Dee, who is working the register, and Kelsey, who is working the counter, both grin when they see him. They greet him together with an enthusiastic “Hi Derek!”
“Hi Dee. Hi Kelsey.”
Kelsey asks, “What does Spencer want today?” Every employee at the Sugar Rush Bakery knows about Spencer. He’s tried literally every item on the menu as well as some that aren’t and is the ultimate loyal customer. The owners, Jamie and Jared, love the sugar obsessed man and considering how many people he’s recommended to their bakery, it is no surprise. It is because of Spencer that the bakery has extended hours. Noticing Lucas, she greets him as well. His husband Josh is also a frequent customer, again thanks to one Spencer Reid.
“Cupcakes,” Derek says.
Kelsey grabs a box and inquires, “Flavors?”
“One of each of Dark Chocolate Salted Caramel, Chocolate Chili, and Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha. I want Key Lime Pie.” Derek looks over at Luc questioningly.
“I’ll have the Piña Colada.”
“And the last one?”
Morgan knows Spencer will enjoy a second cupcake and considers some of Spencer’s favorites. “Let’s go with Spencer’s Special.” Spencer does indeed have a cupcake named after him, a chocolate espresso flavored one. It has everything he loves: chocolate and coffee.
Kelsey smirks, “Of course.” She boxes up the cupcakes and asks, “Anything else?”
“Spencer wants some scones and muffins for breakfast,” Derek adds.
Kelsey smiles indulgently, “Any particular flavors?”
“Nah, just give us an assortment. We can’t go wrong.”
The scones and muffins boxes are added to the stack; Kelsey sends them to Dee to ring up. “You tell Spencer hello from us!”
Derek smiles, “Of course.”
“Enjoy!”
Grabbing the boxes, Morgan and Luc say goodbye and they leave. He sets the boxes on the floor of the SUV and they get in.
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Barry is losing his patience. This is the second stop Morgan has taken. *Why won’t you just go to Spencer!* He wants his love and NOW. Barry growls to himself; his fury grows with each second. He wants Spencer in his arms and he wants Morgan dead! *Is that so much to ask for?* He follows as the SUV weaves seamlessly through traffic. Barry wants to scream when Morgan stops at a gas station. He has reached his limit.
Derek gets out and starts filling the SUV’s gas tank. Luc stands alert, his eyes continually scanning their surroundings.
Barry parks a short distance away from the SUV, making sure he has a clear shot at Morgan, while giving himself maximum protection. Morgan’s guard eyes him carefully but the mask fools the idiot. The guard doesn’t see him as a threat. *Perfect.* Barry looks over at the passenger seat and strokes the weapons resting there. Making up his mind, Barry rips off the mask, he doesn’t need it anymore. He wants Morgan to know it is him. Barry grabs the two weapons and grins to himself. He exits the car slowly. *The brute won’t even know what hit him. It’s time to die, Morgan!* Barry clutches his weapons. Morgan has no chance; he will die tonight. Barry’s bloodlust will finally be slated.
Barry raises his hands and screams “DIE, YOU BASTARD!!” spraying bullet after bullet at the two men with his two submachine guns.
Derek jerks toward the noise, hand going automatically to his hip. But he’s too late; three slugs hit him square in the chest before his gun can even leave its holster. The impact of the bullets knocks him back and his head slams forcefully into the cement.
Seeing Derek go down, Lucas knows he has to force the shooter to take cover to allow him time to check on Morgan. Luc rolls, pulling out his weapon and comes up firing, forcing the shooter behind his car. Taking advantage of the brief respite, Lucas checks on Morgan. The man is lying prone on the ground, completely exposed. Luc rushes over and drags him behind the SUV.
*Yes!! I hit him right in the chest!* Barry rejoices. If only he could be close enough to see the lifeblood gush from Morgan’s body. To smear the blood between his fingers as the life leaves the brute’s body. Barry snaps another clip in for both guns. Now, he just has to make sure Morgan is truly dead. Barry sticks a hand out and fires a clip at the gas pump. The trickle of the gasoline leaking out echoes in Barry’s brain, sounding like sweet revenge.
Unable to help Derek at this moment, Luc chants “Stay with me, Derek.” He peeks out from the SUV and fires a series of shots.
Barry ducks behind his car. He laughs maniacally as he lights the cloth, with no concern for the innocent lives he threatens, Barry throws the flaming cloth into the growing puddle of gasoline. *Goodbye Morgan.*
The gas immediately ignites and…
Whoosh
BOOM
A great fire cloud leaps up. People scream, panicking at the loud explosion and the angry burst of fire.
The force and heat of the blast knocks Lucas over. With a surge of adrenaline, he half carries half drags Morgan away from the fiery inferno. He shouts at the civilians to run away from the blaze. The fire spreads, climbing up the hose still connected to their SUV’s gas tank. Within seconds, the gas within the vehicle’s tank ignites.
BOOM
The SUV explodes, causing a second fire cloud to roar to life.
The explosion is like music to his ears and Barry jumps into his car. He is euphoric as he drives away among the chaos. Morgan is dead and Spencer will soon be in arms where he belongs. No one can stop him now!
Noticing that the car and the shooter have fled, Luc turns back to Morgan, “Derek?”
Morgan is lying on the ground still unresponsive with his eyes closed.
“Derek! Derek! Can you hear me?” That is the moment Lucas notices all the blood.
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Aaron is grim as he scans the scene of the shooting and gas explosion. Cold dread fills him, the likes he hasn’t felt since his dealings with Foyet. There is no doubt that Spencer’s stalker is the shooter. Kryupt is smart and driven by single minded determination; his first taste of killing only brings him closer to Foyet. They knew he was gunning for Morgan but they didn’t stop him. They did nothing to stop him. Aaron had failed. Failed to protect his team, his friend. Not only had innocent civilians been stuck in the crossfire but he failed Morgan. Looking out at the bleak, severe faces of his team, Hotch is stricken by the noted absence of the two men. Reid is the heart of the team and Morgan, he has always been much more than just the muscle. And with Reid’s heart tied so closely to Morgan…Aaron cannot bear to consider of the consequences of this shooting.
Kryupt wanted Morgan dead and he used both bullets and a gas explosion to do it. Kryupt is only growing bolder. With Morgan dealt with, Kryupt will believe he has nothing left to fear. Reid will be next on his list. No more Morgan to distract him from his true goal. He will want Reid under his control and he won’t wait long. Kryupt will make a play for Reid and soon. More than anything, they need to protect Reid. If Kryupt gets him…Aaron shudders at the thought.
The group huddles together, all of them pointedly abstaining from speaking about what happed to Morgan. The sorrow and guilt swirls across each of their faces before those emotions are shoved deep down inside. To do their job, they need to put their personal feelings aside. Kryupt must be caught, before he can hurt anyone else. He cannot be allowed to take Reid from them too.
Prentiss states, “Crime Scene found a pile of shell casings in the parking lot. A tech already recognized the type of gun from the casing. Our shooter likely used a Heckler & Koch MP7 PDW in each hand.”
“Which means the guns should be registered by the NFA,” concludes Aaron.
Rossi adds thoughtfully, “But Kryupt doesn’t have any firearms registered to him.”
Hotch calls Garcia; her usually perky voice is unnaturally subdued. He knows she wants to be with Reid, to provide comfort after what happed to Morgan but he needs her on the case more. There is nothing she can say to console Reid and nothing she can do for Morgan, nothing except finding Kryupt and making him pay for what he’s done. “I need you to check for firearms registered to Kryupt’s family. We need to know how he got these weapons. Look specifically for Heckler & Koch MP7 PDW.”
“Is that?” she asks quietly.
“Yes.”
“On it, sir.”
Grim, JJ and Prentiss start interviewing witnesses, separately with their bodyguards. The witness accounts vary wildly, the description of the events and of the shooter changes with each person. At least they already know who the shooter is and don’t have to depend on witnesses to identify him. The one thing all the witnesses do agree on is that the shooter clearly had a specific target in mind. JJ and Prentiss are sure Morgan was the intended target. Kryupt had succeeded; Morgan is gone.
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*I’ve killed him. I finally killed the bastard!* Barry is dizzy with excitement at finally ending Derek Morgan’s life. He couldn’t have missed. No, fate is behind him and Barry saw him fall, saw the bullets strike the fucker’s chest. Morgan is dead, just as he’d planned. He has no doubts and it feels amazing! To have killed his rival, to no longer have to compete with Morgan for Spencer’s affections. Spencer is his now.
Barry regrets that he could not kill Morgan with his bare hands but the last dread of his sanity prevented him from attempting the likely lethal plan. Morgan was bigger and stronger than him, had more fighting experience and training. Plus, he had an equally skilled body guard. Barry would have lost in a fair fight and even as delusional as he is, he recognized that. *Dead is dead. Doesn’t matter that I couldn’t feel his blood on my hands. He is dead.* Barry grins. The last obstacle in getting Spencer has been removed.
He ditches the stolen Camry and gets back to his untraceable vehicle. He’d bought it in cash for cheap and had deliberately forgotten to re-register it in his own name. He drives back to the cabin. To the place where he will take his precious Spencer, the place where Barry will make love to his Spencer for the first time, the place where they will solidify their bond. It will be perfect, just as he’s imagined all this time.
Although eager to enact his plans and to see Morgan’s murder all over the news, Barry is tired. Soon Spencer will be here with him and all his dreams will come true. It will be beautiful and bloody, exactly how he wants it. Barry sleeps deeply, dreaming sweet, bloody dreams of fucking Spencer while covered in Morgan’s blood.
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In the morning, feeling refreshed and ready, Barry goes back to Washington DC. Today is the day. Spencer will be in his arms and his dreams will come true. But first, Barry wants to savor his victory over Morgan. He checks the news, his smile wide and happy as he devours the report on his attack on Morgan.
The newscaster reports, “An FBI agent was fatally shot last night at a BP gas station. Agent Derek Morgan of the Behavioral Analysis Unit was shot three times in the chest. The shooter has been identified as Barry Alan Kryupt, who fled the scene. The shoot out resulted in a gas pump explosion, which caused thousands of dollars of damage. No others were seriously harmed during the attack. Agent Derek Morgan succumbed to his wounds on route to George Washington University Hospital. The Behavioral Analysis Unit held a press conference early this morning to address this tragic attack.” The screen transitions to the conference.
It feels incredible to hear those words, confirmation that Derek Morgan truly is dead. That he died by Barry’s hands.
Aaron Hotchner stands grimly in front of the press with an equally harsh looking Erin Strauss at his side. Hotch holds up Kryupt’s picture. “This man, Barry Alan Kryupt, is suspected of committing the fatal shooting of Agent Morgan. He is armed and dangerous. If you have any information on Mr. Kryupt, any at all, please call the number on the screen.”
Barry laughs. *Even with my picture, my identity, they won’t find me!*
The camera pans over the other members of the BAU. They are all somber and forbidding in their grief; the look on their faces leaving no doubt that Morgan’s loss is felt very deeply. The camera stops on Spencer, who has tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He is pale and obviously grief-stricken, leaning heavily on Rossi. The reporter’s voice appears over the frozen image of Spencer crying, “Agent Morgan’s significant other and fellow agent, Dr. Spencer Reid, could not be reached for comment.”
Barry tunes out as the reporter drones on about Morgan’s many accomplishments. It is time to get Spencer.
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Spencer is relieved to get back inside the building. The stark grief he feels is overwhelming. He is a private person and having his anguish out there for anyone, for Kryupt to see makes him feel far too exposed. Imagining his life without Derek in it is like ripping out his heart. The moment he enters the sanctity of the BAU, Spencer loses it completely. He falls to his knees and weeps.
The sound of his sobbing, like a wounded animal, breaks everyone’s hearts. It hurts to hear such pain in their friend’s voice. Mbizi’s strong arms close around him. The Egyptian murmurs words of comfort but Spencer can’t hear them. Mbizi rocks him in his arms as Spencer is overwhelmed by his grief. It helps to feel the stable strength of Mbizi. But all Spencer can think is how much he wishes it was Derek’s arms around him. That it was Derek’s embrace he was in: the dependable, solid strength that never fails to make him feel safe. But he isn’t here. His one and only love isn’t here when he needs him the most.
Derek is gone.
Spencer is startled by the abrupt sound of his phone ringing. Tears blur his vision as he checks the number, it isn’t one he recognizes. Spencer sniffs loudly, forcing his grief out of his voice. He answers with a tentative, “Hello?”

Remember my precious readers, I have a plan!
I am already thinking hard about chapter 12 and will start on it immediately after I'm done posting. I anticipate that I can use at least some of what I've already written, some will likely not fit. I’m thinking 2-3 chapters left. I am not great at estimating but the story is close to the end.
I got the name of the bakery, Sugar Rush, from Wreck-It Ralph (which I do not own).
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