little_profiler (little_profiler) wrote,

Twelve hours - part 6

Title: Twelve hours

Pairing: Morgan/Garcia friendship

Rating: PG-13 – just to be sure

Disclaimer: All BAU characters belong to CBS, the rest came out of my own freaky mind

Summary: Six hours have already past and still the team doesn’t have a clue how to find Garcia or the unsub. He always seems to be one step ahead.

warnings: none

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The light was definitely too bright. Her eyes were burning even if she kept them closed. But the silence was even worse. She couldn’t hear a single sound in that empty bunker except her own breathing. She knew she needed to stay calm and save as much breath as possible so that the team had as much time to find her as she could give them. She sweated which didn’t help her save a lot of oxygen. This room was definitely too small to survive very long. She wondered what it would probably feel like when the oxygen was running out.

Don’t think about that! she commanded herself. They will find you! They won’t give up and you shouldn’t either!

She tried to think about something else. She tried to remember every good moment in her past – but all she could think of was Derek. They’d had that stupid fight, she couldn’t even remember what it had been about. During the past weeks they had kept all their calls merely work-related. No bantering, no pet names, not even a simple ‘glad to hear your voice’. She’d missed all this, she’d missed him, their friendship, the bond between them. Maybe she’d never get the chance to tell him how sorry she was, to tell him how much he meant to her. She fought back the tears she felt arise. She didn’t want to let him see her crying. She would not give him what he wanted. She would not satisfy his perverse fantasy.


He couldn’t believe it had been that easy. With a triumphing grin on his face he looked at her on the screen of his computer. She was strong, stronger than he’d expected. But it was only four hours she’d spent in there and she wasn’t running out of oxygen yet. She was sitting on the floor, her back against one of the walls, her head leaned back and her eyes closed. She was sweating but her face didn’t show the slightest fear – not yet.

His smile widened when he put on the headset. “Hey, sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, didn’t open her eyes, didn’t show the slightest reaction to his voice. Normally he managed to frighten the women with his words.

He frowned and then asked: “Do you want to hear about the woman I built this bunker for? Well, she was an easy target – too easy to be exact. I soon lost my interest in her when I saw you. But, well, you know, my mother taught me to finish everything I start and I had watched Pamela Jenkins for weeks so I figured it would be unwise to leave this business unfinished. Of course, I couldn’t bury her in that bunker for it was reserved for you. So I simply buried her without a bunker.” he laughed out loud. “I think it kind of freaked your co-workers out why I did that. Do you know they already recognized that you are my guest?” he got up from the chair and started wandering through his house. This was too exiting to sit. The headset had been the best idea he’d ever had. When he buried the women close enough to his house he could stand in front of their soon-to-be grave while he talked to them or in his house. Or he could even walk to the place he’d buried them and tell them that he was approaching them. They had all begged him to let them out. He’d even heard them pounding against the door of the bunker while they screamed for help.

“They blocked the road.” he laughed again. “I even talked to one of the police officers. We joked, had a little small talk about this abduction case and then he wished me a good day and I simply drove by. He had no idea you were in my trunk the whole time. They gave up waiting about an hour ago finally realizing that I had somehow managed to sneak in unnoticed.”

She still didn’t answer and it started to annoy him. “You know, I really have to go back to work. It’s not good if they start to wonder where I am. We’ll continue this conversation later.”


Derek stopped reading the file a fifth time and rubbed his eyes. They were burning. He’d been reading too much and gathered too few information. He took a look at his watch, only eight hours left. Time pressed and they still had nothing, not a single clue. They had analyzed the traces of blood the team in Quantico had found in Penelope’s apartment. It hadn’t been only her blood – fortunately. But the other DNA hadn’t been stored in the database. Otherwise the unsub would surely have removed his blood from the crime scene. He never left any fingerprints, though, so these probably were in the database which reduced the number of suspects to… a few thousand?! He sighed. That was not a bit helpful.

They had had blocked all the roads but didn’t find anything. That meant if he brought her to Chicago he had been able to sneak in past all the police officers. So that had been pointless. They had even browsed through the area he had buried at least three of his victims – nothing.

The knock at the door made him almost jump out of his seat. He turned and gave the visitor a puzzled look. His mother was standing in the doorway smiling at him.

“You didn’t come home for lunch as you promised so I thought I’d better bring it over.” she held out a box at him.

“Thanks” he said and propped his head in his hands.

Slowly Fran stepped closer and put the box on the table. “Another victim?” she asked looking at the files that were spread over the whole table.

“It’s Penelope.” he whispered.

“What?” Fran almost fell on the chair next to her son. “Derek, what… can we do? I mean, if there’s anything…”

“We don’t have a single clue where she is.” he explained. “But as soon as we have a trace of her I’ll call you. You can help scan the area.”

“Which area?” she softly asked.

Derek picked a photo out of one of the files and handed it to his mother. “He buries his victims alive in that bunker.” he said.

“My God.” she whispered and stared at the picture in her hands. “I’m… so sorry. Why did he… take her?”

“We don’t know.” he sighed. “I mean, Emily and JJ were much closer… Not that I want them to be his victims, I’m just saying…”

“I know” Fran interrupted him. “I know you don’t want any member of your team to be in danger. And I know that you’re worried about Penelope. I also know what a great profiler you are and I am sure you will…”

“We had a fight.” this time he interrupted her. “Before we all went on this case we had a fight and… I don’t really know what the last thing was I said to her. But it was for sure something mean, something that hurt her. I never meant to hurt her.”

“I know.” Fran repeated. “And I’m sure Penelope knows that as well.”

Derek just shook his head.

“What was it?” Fran wanted to know.

He raised his head and gave her a puzzled look.

“What was the fight about?” she asked more precisely. “What was the last thing you said to her?”

He shrugged and dropped his head again: “I can’t remember.”

Fran waited for a few seconds and finally put her hand around his shoulder. “You can’t or you don’t want to?” she asked.

He gave her a sad smile. “Both I guess.” he whispered.

“What was this fight about, Derek?” Fran asked again.

“It was stupid” he replied, his voice still barely audible. “so stupid. We fought about… a wedding.”

Fran frowned: “Say that again.”

“Not our wedding, of course.” he sighed. “Pen teased me about all the adventures I had with women and… well, I blamed her for that saying it was none of her business. I don’t know she… she took that comment very serious and we ended up in the worst fight we ever had. And in the end she said something about that we… maybe never were real friends. As I said it was stupid.”

“You are friends” Fran tried to cheer him up with her smile. “you’ve always been. You know that and Penelope does as well.”

“I just” he sighed and buried his face in his hands. “I never told her how much she means to me. I didn’t even apologize. For weeks we haven’t talked to each other. I missed our bantering, I… just missed calling her. And now… I… maybe I’ll never get the chance to tell her how sorry I am, how much I want all we had back. How much I wish we’d never had that stupid fight.”

“You will tell her all that.” Fran reassured him. “You will find her, save her.”

He slightly shook his head and whispered: “What if we don’t?”

“Look at me, Derek!” Fran commanded. The tone in her voice had changed from a soft and comforting one to a mother-like one.

He did as he was told and looked straight into his mother’s eyes.

“I don’t want to hear you say that! You shouldn’t even think that! Penelope is your best friend and you can’t give her up.”

“I don’t” Derek quickly asserted. “I would never give her up, I would never let her down. I’m just… scared about her. I can’t loose her.”
Tags: morgan/garcia, the_nightmares_series
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