A/N - As ever I don't own anything, this is a casefic that will hopefully bring out all your favourite parts of all the characters, not pairings just team friendship and an intriguing tale that will probably be updated weekly. Chapter 1 –
Morgan felt shattered as he walked over to help himself to a much needed cup of coffee, he knew that last night had been a mistake but he had failed to resist the urge of a beautiful woman as he had carried on dancing until the early hours. Unfortunately it was now 8:45am and Morgan was paying the price. Slowly he filled up his mug and looked across at the bullpen, Reid had only been in for fifteen minutes and had already gone through a quarter of his paperwork. Smiling Morgan took a sip of his coffee and looked at Emily who had just walked in and looked dejectedly at the immense pile of paperwork on her desk. Morgan rubbed his head with his free hand, now regretting the decision last night, it was going to be a long day sorting through paperwork in the office. Morgan was suddenly shaken from his thoughts as his cell began to ring, quickly he placed the mug on the side and unclipped the phone from his belt, he instantly recognised the area code as he answered worriedly.
"SSA Morgan."
"Derek it's Matt Birt, have you got a minute?"
"Of course Matt, are the girls ok?"
Morgan frowned as he spoke to the Chicago detective he had once worked with, the first thoughts that ran through his head were of the welfare of his mother and sisters.
"They're fine Derek, it's something else, I've got a case...I think I need your help."
Morgan had instinctively let out a puff of air when he heard that his family were ok, he picked up his coffee and started to walk over to his desk.
"Ok Matt, what have you got?"
"13 year old Chloe Dixon was reported missing by her mother two days ago. Her father worked out of the 4th District, until 3 years ago when he was shot dead by the local drug dealer who he had stopped for a traffic violation. The girl is a good kid but has recently started to get in a bit of trouble, the mother thinks that she may have been involved with drugs but the school and her friends refute this but what the friends did say was that Chloe thought she was pregnant and was going to a local clinic to arrange an abortion."
Morgan reached for his pen as he listened to his old friend, so far there was nothing that he had heard that would warrant the BAU's intervention.
"I've gone round all the local clinics and found the one where Chloe had an appointment, they haven't told me much apart from the fact that she didn't turn up. I've got some CCTV footage of Chloe outside the clinic where she stops to talk to a woman and then disappears."
"But so far Matt nothing that I can help you with."
"A body turned up this morning Derek...it wasn't Chloe but of another teenage girl, ME said that she had recently given birth."
"Any signs of the baby?"
"Not yet and we're working on trying to get an ID on the girl but I've got this feeling Derek..."
"Ok Matt, fax me over the details and I'll discuss them with my boss but I'm not guaranteeing anything."
"That's all I'm asking for Derek, thanks."
"No worries Matt, I'll get back to you soon."
Morgan put the phone on his desk and leaned back in his chair, he could feel Emily's eyes focusing on him so he swivelled around in his chair and looked straight into her hazelnut brown eyes.
"Everything ok Morgan?"
Morgan puffed out his cheeks and arched his back forward so that his eyes changed his focus to the carpeted floor.
"A detective buddy of mine from Chicago wants me to look at a case for him, it doesn't look like much."
"But..."
Morgan shrugged his shoulders and got up to take the short walk as he heard the fax machine finish spewing out the paper. Quickly Morgan grabbed the paper up and took them back over to his desk where Emily had now positioned her chair and was sitting waiting for him.
"What have we got then?"
Morgan smiled as he sat down next to his friend and colleague, both of them instantly concentrating on the papers in front of them.
Chloe sat in the corner of the dark confined room, she had cried so much the last two days that she didn't think that she had any more tears to shed. Chloe had positioned herself on the mattress, sitting on the end furthest from the door, the bucket they had left in the room was full of vomit as the fear of the situation Chloe had found herself in had overcome the young teenager. Chloe had not spoken to either of them since the woman had approached her outside the clinic, asking Chloe to help her change a flat tyre, the next thing Chloe knew was that she had been hit on the head and bundled into the back of a vehicle. Chloe rested her head on her knees and felt the tears begin to trickle down her face once again, praying that her mother would think to look for her. Chloe knew that she had made a terrible mistake but never did she think that by getting pregnant would land her in this much trouble.
Morgan put the file on his desk and looked across at Emily who had been scribbling notes down as she read.
"What do you think then?"
"It's definitely worth looking at but you know Hotch will want more details before we take this further. If we can get an ID on the body and then link the two disappearances."
"I'll go and see Garcia."
Emily nodded as she moved her chair back towards her desk and continued to sift through her enormous mound of paperwork.
Chloe opened her eyes, she had lost all concept of time and was only woken by a sharp pain in her side. Chloe tried to sit up but the pain had become unbearable as she screamed out.
"Somebody help me!"
Chloe put her hands down to her legs as she sobbed uncontrollably, she felt dampness creep across her thighs, she brought her fingers up to her face and she could just about make out what was on them through the darkness.
"Help me please I'm bleeding!"
Chloe curled up tight in the foetal position as the fear and pain took over, her sobbing quickly subsided as she heard the heavily locked door begin to open.
"Please help me I'm bleeding!"
Chloe managed to lift her head up and look at the shadowy figure, the pleading tone evident in her voice, but she couldn't see the gun that was pointed at her as the shot rang out, reverberating loudly in the dark confined room.
Morgan walked purposefully towards Garcia's office, knocking briefly before he entered.
"Morning babygirl."
"Oh hello to you sweetie, now to what do I owe this wonderful visit from you? Have you given Spencer all your paperwork again Derek Morgan?"
Morgan laughed loudly as Garcia waved her pink feathered topped pen towards him.
"Not guilty...though I haven't had a chance to yet! I need a favour Garcia."
"Oh so formal Derek, is this favour what my heart has desired since we met...that finally you're going to whisk me away from all of this?"
"Sorry babygirl it's your other unique talents that I need to utilise today."
"You hear that Derek? That's the sound of my heart being broken into a million teeny weeny pieces! Now what do you need my hunky technophobe?"
"I need to know if you can track down all information on a Chloe Dixon, aged 13 from Chicago, reportedly taken from outside an abortion clinic. I also need an ID on a body of another teenage girl found in Chicago who had recently given birth."
"Say no more, leave me the details and I'll work my magic."
"You're the greatest babygirl!"
"I know I know...now scoot and let me work!"
Morgan chuckled to himself as he left Garcia's office, knowing that there was little he could do now until Garcia found something for him.