Author Note – I can't answer guest reviews but for the one who wondered what DV was, it stands for domestic violence. Mosely's first case stemmed from a DV case while he was a uniformed officer where the abusive husband wanted to frame his wife for his murder but he committed suicide, I'm sorry if that was unclear. Thanks for all the lovely comments; it's so nice you're still following the story.

Possession – chapter nine

Mosely casually looked over his shoulder as he heard the car door slam shut outside. He slid off the stool and walked to the door and looked out towards the driveway. He hummed when he saw the black SUV, his jaw tightening as he curled his fist lightly. It was strange, his training, his intuition told him how this was going to end, but facing that reality was entirely different. Fight or flight. Jail was a worse fate for him, he reasoned internally; an ex-cop at the mercy of criminals. He wouldn't survive a night in prison.

He watched the agents approach the front of the house, heard the resounding knock, and the following knocks. Moments later he saw the blonde agent peak around the corner and stop when she saw the outhouse.

"Your friends are here Agent Prentiss," Mosely said as he reached out and turned the knob on the door, allowing it to open a fraction before backing away from the window. He moved surely as he reached into his duffel and retrieved his service weapon.

He thought of Rachel and wondered what she was thinking, what she thought of him now that everything was out in the open. He pictured her face, hoping he hadn't hurt her badly when the brick struck her. He didn't want to think of the purple marring her face. Mosely sighed as he hefted the gun, releasing the safety as he moved behind Emily so he could use her as a shield.

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The dry dead leaves crunched softly beneath their feet as Morgan followed JJ towards the outhouse she had seen at the side of the house. Behind them he could hear the screeching tires as Hotch, Rossi and Reid pulled to a stop at the curb. Doors opened and closed and footsteps fell into step behind them as everyone fanned out to search the property for Mosely and Emily. Morgan looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Hotch. Gesturing with a jerk of his head Morgan indicated the small shabby building. Hotch nodded once and they continued to follow JJ as she looked through a tiny window which was partially obscured by grim from lack of care and attention.

The blonde ducked down quickly and gestured for the rest of them to do the same. They each paused and moved closer to cover. She nodded once and the others approached either side of the shack like building; Morgan behind her, Hotch and Reid opposite. Rossi was leading the police on a search of the main house.

JJ readied herself as Hotch reached for the door which was already ajar. At his nod he swung it open and she entered first, her gun leading the way and she moved to the side of the room as she saw Mosely behind Emily, his arm wrapped around her neck, anchoring her already tethered body to him as a shield. His other hand pressed the gun into the side of Emily's head. Morgan tightened his grip on the gun, straightening his arm as he trained the weapon on Mosely as followed JJ, he, Hotch and Reid fanning the entrance to block a potential escape. There was no exit behind Mosely, nowhere for him to run.

"Drop the gun Mosely," Hotch ordered.

"Not likely Agent Hotchner," Mosely replied and positioned his head directly behind Emily. From their position they didn't have a clear shot of the captain.

Morgan looked at Emily, doing a quick inventory of her posture, the rumpled clothes through the rope wrapped around her body. He met her gaze and his heartbeat quickened. Her normally pale complexion withered but she looked determined. She blinked once. He couldn't look away. She blinked again and he realised she was trying to signal him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the small flick of her hand. It was quick and he wasn't sure what he was seeing at first but then it happened again, the rope giving away under the pressure caused by her movement. He fought not to focus on it so Mosely wouldn't notice. He said a quick prayer in his head that she wouldn't risk herself but he knew it was useless.

JJ and Reid edged outwards, further along the outer walls but stopped short when Mosely noticed their surreptitious movements and pressed the barrel harder into Emily's head. "I don't think so Agents, not unless you want me to pull the trigger," he warned.

Morgan met Emily's eyes again as she unwillingly flinched. She swallowed thickly and Morgan held his breath, waiting for her signal. It was a quick deep breath as he tightened his hand on the handle, his index finger teasing the trigger as she moved her arm further than she did before. The rope fell lose as she spun and pushed Mosely away from her before moving out of the way.

Mosely stumbled but managed to regain his footing quickly, spryly lifting his leg and catching Emily's midriff before dropping to the floor and aiming his gun at the moving brunette. He didn't fire as she ducked between Reid and Hotch who were wearing bullet proof vests, grasping her abdomen as she did so.

Morgan trained his gun on Mosely. Emily may have been on the other side of the room but her panting filled his ears. He edged closer to Mosely who still had his gun pointed at Emily. The whole room seemed to pause as Mosely hesitated in the face of the agents.

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Sweat formed at the base of his skull and the barrel felt clammy in his hands as he stared at his former hostage. She clutched her side and winced in pain from where his leg made contact with her body. She was trying to stay upright and if it were any other circumstances, if she were alone, he suspected she would be doubled over in pain.

Her team shielded her. He wouldn't be able to shoot without them taking out first. It wouldn't be a kill shot, he knew that. Their main directive would be to take him alive. He didn't want that.

His arm shook as he hesitated. Brown eyes peaked over the shoulder of the Unit Chief, widening as she saw the waiver. She stepped forward, her mouth opening to give a warning to her team as he turned the gun on himself. He squeezed the trigger and a shot rang out before the bullet pierced his body.

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Her head rolled groggily along the pillow, groaning softly and then she allows her body to relax, keeping her breathing even. She keeps her eyes closed as she feels everyone's eyes on her, boring into her as she feigned sleep. The last thing she remembered was the blood stain expanding on Mosely's clothes, and then everything went black. She heard JJ mumbling about the case, heard Morgan assertion that he would stay with her while they went back to the station.

Their argument would have weighed heavily on him, and she knew the guilt he would be torturing himself with. They're speaking so quietly and usually she would be trying to listen to what they were saying but her head is pounding from the anaesthetic and there's an ache emanating from her stomach and she can feel the fresh stitches above the wound she received months ago. She wants to move and stretch the ache in her muscles but she doesn't want them to know she's awake. Emily wants a moment to comprehend to everything that's happened in the last two days.

After a few minutes she hears them shuffle out of her room and all she can hear is the monitor beeping steadily. Morgan is still there, she can feel his presence, his stare. He's going to stay, just like he promised. While she wants to rebel and declare her independence she's grateful for his presence and the comfort it brings. He knows she's awake, probably known the whole time. She desperately wants to continue her farce but her nose starts to itch. She resists as long as she can before growling in defeat and scratches the spot. He laughs at her frustration and she scowls at him.

"You know, for an experienced undercover agent you suck at pretending to sleep," he said softly. She knows he meant it to alleviate the tension but she can't help but stiffen at the undercover jibe. Morgan must have seen the change in her posture as he starts to apologise. "Emily, I'm sorry."

Emily releases a breath and shakes her head. One of them needs to relent so they can move past this; they need to stop being too stubborn and defensive all the time. "What gave me away?" She forces a smile when she meets his eyes.

He eyes her warily, trying to figure out if she's serious. She is and she isn't. All she really wants is for everything to be right between them. She lets her smile grow, her lips part to expose her teeth, her tongue toying with the top row playfully. It's infectious and Morgan chuckles, deep and rumbling in his chest.

"Nothing, I took a chance," he waggled his eyebrows at her and a real laugh escapes her. He pushes from the wall and approaches her bed.

Emily glances down at her body and the tubes that have been inserted in her arm. "What happened?"

"Mosely kicked you in the stomach and it irritated your internal injuries which were still healing. You collapsed and they had to operate. The doctor said you should be able to go home in a few days." Emily nodded and her hand covered her stomach self-consciously. Morgan takes a deep breath. "I am sorry Emily. I never should have behaved that way."

"You weren't wrong Morgan, you were right to question it. If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here. I shouldn't have gotten defensive."

"This isn't your fault."

"It's not yours either."

They stare at each other for a long minute. Morgan breaks eye contact first and turns to the window, exhaling thoughtfully. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Emily watches him looking at the view but she knows that's not what he's focused on. She waits for him to start accepting the blame for everything. She doesn't want to argue with him about who is at fault here. This is obviously playing on his mind and he deserved the chance to voice his thoughts without recrimination or fear she will interrupt to deny his feelings.

"I'm still angry," Morgan says to the window and she knows it's not about Rachel or Mosley; they were just a trigger for his well-hidden feelings. "And there are times when I hate that you took that risk, and I think about how Doyle could have found out who were and he could've killed you before I ever got the chance to meet you."

"But he didn't," Emily said and it sounds weak even to her.

"He did," Morgan countered. She wishes he would look at her but he stubbornly faces the window staring through his reflection, not really seeing himself. She's done it dozens of times. "He took you before we even met."

"Morgan," she said, drawing out his name. She never wanted him to feel this way about her or their friendship.

He shook his head. "I questioned everything Emily. Not just me, not just you but the whole team. When you got back I was so happy to have you home that I thought this would pass, that we could put it all behind us. I thought I was past it, I really did Emily, but I didn't see Officer Murphy in that hospital bed, I saw you."

"I know Morgan. Once upon a time, that was me," Emily agreed. "How is she?"

"She's having a hard time understanding everything that's happened," Morgan replied. His voice dropped to whisper as he continued. "I hate it when you go off on your own. You're my partner; I should've been there to back you up."

"I'm not the only one who goes off on my own," Emily argued and Morgan frowned. "Driving off in an ambulance with a bomb that's about to explode? Remember that? Why did you do that?" His face falls and he relaxes but he doesn't answer. "It's the same reason I went to find Doyle. He wouldn't have stopped."

"And you didn't trust us to stop him."

"Did you know that I met with Doyle when he first arrived in the states?" Emily admitted. His cheek twitches and she's not sure if she should continue or not but he deserves to hear this, if only for them to be honest with one another. "I tried to warn him off but he already figured me out. He knew about all of you, knew what you were doing every moment of every day, I couldn't tell anyone about it because he would have made his move earlier than he did. I played his game for weeks, praying he would just come after me and leave you alone. It was part of his plan because he knew how impatient I am, he knew the anticipation would get to me."

"He wanted to control you."

"And he did," Emily confirmed. "I won't let him control us Morgan," she continued with a vehement shake of her head. "I want to move forward but if you need time then I understand and I'll give you space."

"Time?" He asked as he turned towards her.

"I may have been young but I understood what I was getting into Morgan and it shaped who I am today, the person you know. I regret that you were dragged into it but I don't regret taking the assignment."

Morgan balked at her implication. "I could never regret knowing you Emily. I admire and respect you." He paused. "I wouldn't change a thing."

Emily felt a lump form at his sincerity. It affected him too and he stepped forward, sliding his fingers into hers, squeezing them tightly, reassuringly, and for the first time she was confident they would be able to put this all behind them.

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Rachel sat nervously staring through the reinforced glass. The bruising on her face was beginning to subside and she could see out of her eye again. She didn't understand the compulsion she felt to be here, she just needed to be. He did this for her.

A bell rung on the other side of the glass and the door opened the prisoners stepped through. Rachel ignored all but one as they waited for the guard to release the handcuffs and tell them to sit at their allotted window. She eyed his arm which was being held by a sling.

Mosely stared back at her in disbelief for a long beat, unmoving. His confusion mirrored hers. She gestured at the phone on the wall and he reached for it with his good hand.

She offered him a tiny lip lift as she spoke. "How's your arm?"

"It's healing," Mosely answered gruffly shifting the recently stitched shoulder unconsciously. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you," Rachel answered. "I know I shouldn't but I needed to know why."

Mosely stared back at her shrugging. She couldn't look away, oddly fascinated by the man in front of her. "I don't know," he replied somewhat dismayed at his own answer.

She leant forward, hoping it would offer some comfort. "We'll figure it out."

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." ― Elbert Hubbard

THE END

Author Note – Thank you for sticking with the story. I ummmed and arrrhed over whether it was going to end with Derek and Emily together but I think it's better with a little hope. I wanted to apologise once again for any confusion I caused with rewriting the story but I was wondering what you guys think and how it compared with the original version and which one you preferred. I appreciate all of you who took the time to comment, favourite and follow. If you have a few minutes to spare I would love to know any opinion you have about the story, so please leave a review or send me a PM if you're uncomfortable leaving a public comment.

Also, recently I have been juggling stories and it's been getting me down. I am going to finish the other multi-chapter story I am writing and then, unless an idea grabs hold of me and draws me in, I am going to be concentrating on one shots because I love writing them and I feel less pressured. I hope to have something new for you soon,

Bobbie xx