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PART SIX
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Aaron was unhappy. Although he normally suffered his own impatience fairly well, right now waiting was just making him increasingly angry and uncomfortable. Not that he revealed any of that to the others in the room, instead covering it up by pacing back and forth as they waited for Chief Richardson to get to the station with his son. Aaron had sent JJ to be with Emily at Officer Wilson’s house, trading her out for Reid who often saw things that none of the rest of them could see.

Penelope had faxed all the information that she had illegally commandeered as per his instruction. The Bureau would be coming down on him hard for that and in this moment he couldn’t really worry over that. Two of his agents were missing, one of them in immediate trouble just because of the color of his skin. The list had revealed that Chief Richardson had lied to them. There were three of the five boys who had originally committed the crime that had ultimately led to Charles Wilson’s death that still resided in this small town. And DNA evidence from Knoxville was unquestionably correct. Those five boys had gotten away with murder.

Brian James had already come in for questioning. Aaron had determined that the man had nothing to do with what was going on now. And he had no right to put him in jail after Chief Richardson had wrongfully acquitted him so many years ago. Now they were waiting for the Police Chief to bring in both his son and a man named Karl Templeton into the station. They were the other two who still lived here. It was the best lead they had but it was taking Richardson way too long to get two people that lived on his property to the station.

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 1,881

I’m a lot like my dad which is fine by me. He was my hero and growing up I always wanted to be him. When I was little he used to let me wear his badge and I’d walk around the house in his shoes. We’d play basketball, baseball or football and man I thought he was a giant among giants. In my eyes my dad was unstoppable. He could move mountains if he wanted to. Didn’t matter what crap was going on in the world he was always… a safe place.

Daddy’s love their little girls. But the relationship between a father and a son when done right is special in its own way. He was the first best friend I ever had. And I guess that’s why it really shocked me when he died. My world fell apart and sometimes I still think it still isn’t all put back together again. When it happened I was still in that stage where I thought nothing could touch him. And then I realized that he wasn’t so invincible. No one is, especially not little boys who are left behind.

Anyway, when he died I tried to take his place. It didn’t matter that I was just ten years old. I was the only guy in the house then. And even though I grew up the rest of my childhood and teen years with just my mom and my sisters and even though there’s been a lot of hurdles to jump along the way, I’ve developed a lot of my dad’s qualities.

I’m strong like he was. I’m stubborn like he was. My mom says I have his laugh. I worry about everyone around me before I worry about myself like he did. I’m led by my emotions just like he was. I’m not as open as he was. My dad was a people person, and not in a fake way. He liked people and he liked getting to know those people and letting them know him. Contrary to that, I can be very picky about who knows me… I mean who really knows me.

And on my mom’s side, well I got her smile. She likes to say I got her heart too. And yeah, I think I did get her bleeding heart. Got her sense of humor. She’s very light-hearted. And I got her creative gene. Only she likes sewing clothes and I like tearing down and rebuilding houses. I just like working with my hands, being able see the things I accomplish. I like fixing things. Makes up for all the things I can’t fix.

Anyway, yeah. I’m like both of my parents in different ways. And there are parts of me that are unique, built in by experiences past and present. I guess despite it all I turned out alright. I’m still a work in progress. But if my dad could see me now I just really hope he’d be proud of what he saw.

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Buttery croissants and coffee, breakfast of champions. Kind of like Wheaties, but better.

Derek is very playful by nature. He likes a good joke. He likes to laugh and have fun and tends to make light of a lot of things. It’s probably partly his way of keeping sane. His job is so serious and dark. He has an emotional roller-coaster of a past. And he isn’t Mr. share-a-lot when it comes to things that upset or bother him. So while he is a playful guy, a lot of times that playfulness can just be a cover-up for what he’s really feeling inside.

It’s a pretty interesting balance in both role play and writing him. What he shows people isn’t always what’s on the inside. I don’t dictate to him because he is his own character and his character is pretty darn stubborn. So when he wants to feel a certain way, I just go with it. And I think that it’s more fun anyway, letting the muse be the muse and just going where he/she/it takes you. Derek is Derek. He only uses me to get his words out. And usually he’s more playful than not and more light than dark, at least on the outside.


Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

Saturday mornings when he wasn’t on a case were his favorite because if he didn’t want to he never even had to get out of bed.

PART FIVE
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WARNING for sensitive subject matter.


“Reports of a gunshot on the West side of town.” The nightshift officer reported as he poked his head into the conference room. “That’s where your agents are, right?”

Instantly Aaron and J.J. flew into action, grabbing their coats and firearms as they headed out of the room and out of the police station. “Yes. We’ll check on them.” He got his phone out of his pocket and dialed Derek’s number as he got in the SUV parked outside, turned it on and sped down Main Street towards the West. “J.J. call Rossi.”

She complied, pressing a speed dial button on her phone to connect to David. After it went to voicemail, she shook her head. “No answer.”

“Derek didn’t answer either.” He turned on a side street where he saw the other SUV parked. There was no one in or around it and he had a sick feeling in his stomach. Something was very wrong. “Call Reid. See if Officer Wilson is safe.”

Around a corner and down another street, Aaron drove slowly. It was dark now and his gaze carefully checked each yard for any movement. On the sidewalk he spotted something black. Stopping the car, he got out and hurried over to the scattered objects; two FBI issue guns, two familiar cell phones and a syringe.

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 1,735

Left this post-it for Garcia this morning. I’ve got another day filled with paperwork. Fun. Her office smells like a bouquet of flowers threw up all over it. Not that that’s a bad thing, I’m just sayin’…

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

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Started the morning by spilling coffee.

You know what they say about guys with big dogs…

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

This guy. Every time I see him. It doesn’t matter how hard I try not to, it just happens. Guess some things are too personal to not let them bother you. Anyway, this guy makes me cry. He’s behind bars now, but not before he molested and raped a whole bunch of kids.

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

Derek had learned that there was a lesson in everything if he really looked for it and because of his own stubbornness sometimes those lessons were hard learned.

PART FOUR
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
WARNING for sensitive subject matter.


The evening was coming to a close and Derek had spent the better part of the afternoon mapping out the homes of the victims in relation to the site of their inevitable hanging as that was the killer’s finale to the torture he inflicted on each individual. He and David had been canvassing the areas. Granted it was a small area for a small town so their work on foot wasn’t too difficult. Getting out of the police station and vicariously away from the Police Chief felt good. Derek had needed to get out and away. He had needed the fresh air. And yet in this town even the air felt dirty somehow.

With all the advances people had made there was still such a long way to go and sometimes in his world, in his little neck of the woods it was so easy to forget that. There were African American lawyers, doctors, FBI and CIA. There were dark-skinned Congressmen and Senators. Even the President was a man of color. And if they didn’t get the man committing these crimes, there were no boundaries to how far he would take his agenda.

“Just got off the phone with Hotch.” Slipping his phone back into his coat pocket, David stepped close to Derek and removed his sunglasses since the sun was beginning to go down. “He’s got Reid and Prentiss at Officer Wilson’s home for the night. Security detail.”

Derek nodded and looked down to the map he was studying. “Too bad we can’t trust the cops in this town. Garcia’s working on getting all the lab files from Knoxville. Old case that’s been tampered with as much as it has, there’s a lotta red tape that comes with it. Probably a lotta questions too.”

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 1,718

PART THREE
Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2
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It wasn’t anything new for a case to turn cold. There were certain sectors of the FBI that were dedicated solely to reopening cold cases and keeping an eye out for any new evidence that might lead to solving and bringing closure to them. It wasn’t a novelty for a current case to link back into an old case left unsolved. The possibilities in solving any given case were endless even if it sometimes took awhile. Of course it was easier if everyone did their job as they were supposed to. Photographic and written documentation of anything and everything pertaining to the case was necessary to solving it smoothly. It also helped if some sort of effort was put forth, something that was obviously severely lacking in Sean Wilson’s father’s case file.

His name had been Charles Wilson. He had been the first African American police officer to graduate from the academy in Knoxville and be hired in this small town sixty miles away. Hired under a younger Chief Richardson, Charles had worked in the department for eight years, probably pulling desk duty everyday just as his son now did. Ten years ago an African American thirteen-year-old boy had been murdered, beaten unconscious and left to die. Charles was the only officer on the case for reasons that were obvious. The case was documented well, worked over well and solved through now rustic DNA technology that he had sent off to a lab in Knoxville.

When he made the arrests of five Caucasian boys of the same age as the murdered boy, the town went into an uproar. A week after the arrests Charles was found at the western edge of town with a chain around his neck and his features unrecognizable. He had been pulled through the street attached to an unknown vehicle. In Charles’s case file there was one sheet of paper documenting the incident, no photos, no interviews, no hunt for witnesses, just one sheet of paper that held the date and cause of death.

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 1,898

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The end of football season is kind of a downer.

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Hate the end of football season.

Derek knew something wasn’t right. Most people came with a certain amount of natural instinct. That was why most scary movies were so unbelievable to him. He’d seen scary and terrifying. He’d lived it and breathed it for years now. No one in their right mind ran upstairs when being chased when there was an option to go downstairs. No one in their right mind wouldn’t immediately pick up that cell phone and dial 911 when they saw a shadow in a corner or a door was hanging open. No one walked into a dark home and left all the lights off. It was human instinct to turn on the light without even really thinking about it.

Over his years in the BAU, Derek had learned not only to hone his instincts but to trust them as well. They hadn’t failed him yet which left him no reason to over-think them. So when there was the sound of a floorboard in the next room settling and goose bumps rose over the back of his neck, Derek didn’t even hesitate. Pressing the comm. unit at his shoulder, he whispered quietly into the mic. “Someone’s still in the house.”

“On our way.”

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Words: 914

Alright so, this was my Dad’s. My mom’s been cleaning out a lot of stuff from the house in Chicago and I snatched this baby up. It plays records and 8-tracks. My dad used to play stuff on it and all us kids would dance around the living room like little hoodlums until my mom told us we might break something. Anyway it now has a prized spot in my living room. And guess what? She still works like a charm.
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These are the few 8-tracks that still play decent enough. Think I might start collecting more where I can find them just cause I think they’re pretty damn awesome just for the nostalgia and classic nature of them alone.
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Now my dad had a pretty extensive vinyl collection but I had to be a good baby brother and split them all between myself and my two sisters. No matter. I can start collecting those too. But I got a few of the early Michael Jackson albums, some Aerosmith, Jimi Hendrix, Sinatra, some of the original Bill Cosby stand-up albums, the Beatles, Nat King Cole, Ray Charles… just to name a few. In fact, think I weaseled my way into getting the best out of the bunch.
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Listening to them makes me all nostalgic, usually in a good way. Ipods are awesome for on the go, but these are classic. Sometimes you need classic.


Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

Sometimes Derek was positive that no matter how tightly he clung to things that they would slip through his fingers and everything that he held so dear and wanted to keep close would disappear through no fault but his own.