FIC: Reclamation 4/?
Title: Reclamation 4/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
A/N: Ok, last chapter was hard. This one was a little harder if you can believe it. The team struggles to find Sasha as they all deal with what happened.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348348.html
Chapter 2 http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348613.html
Chapter 2 http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/349128.html
Feedback please, I like to know if I'm entertaining you or boring you to tears
Chapter 4
The room was still, except for the sounds of the women's soft crying. Derek was numb. He stood staring at the wood in his hands, wondering if the psycho was going to kill Sasha now. He slammed the wood to the floor and gave another anguished shout.
Rossi gave Emily's shoulder a squeeze, before moving to guide the enraged Morgan out of the room.
He lead Derek out the back of the house. The night air was chilled and made them both sharpen and sigh deeply.
"Look, Morgan, I can't say I know what you're feeling, but I can imagine." the older profiler said in a low calm tone.
"But, if we are gonna find her, we all need to be clear." His dark eyes held Morgan's, waiting for the recognition to settle into they younger man.
"Go, get it out, take it out on the fucking corn. But let it go, for now." He spoke with a deep serious tone that reminded Derek of his favorite uncle.
"She needs us, she needs you, to be clear and get to her before it's too late." Rossi said and chucked Morgan on his muscled shoulder. Derek's face seemed to crumple and he nodded, knowing that Rossi was right.
"Thanks, Dave." he mumbled and stalked toward the corn rows.
Rossi watched him go and his heart hurt for both his team mates. He had been the only one to notice the change in Morgan and Reid's relationship.
The increased intimacy of their body language and they way they seemed to share more inside jokes, gave him the first clue.
But his theory had been confirmed one night. He was driving around clearing his head, he'd found it helped to shake off a bad case. He was stopped at a light, looking around the dark streets when he caught sight of a couple in an embrace under the street lamp. The kiss was very tender and seemed to be heated. When they parted, he had laughed out loud.
Sasha and Derek.
When he was right he was right.
Having been witness to what they had, he was heart broken for his friends. They had such a beautiful thing going and now it was going to be greatly complicated. He prayed to the Virgin that they made it through intact.
Derek laid into the corn stalks like they were Hankle. He ripped and tore and smashed, until he was heaving for air. He felt the anguished tears run down his cheeks. He knew what pain his lover was feeling.
Lover.
God, could he even really call her that? If he had been more bold, then maybe she could have been spared having her virginity raped from her.
Guilt and rage and blinding pain washed through him. He sank to his knees sobbing.
He wept for the pain Sasha was going through, she didn't deserve it. She was a tender and innocent person. He raged at the God he had issue with and tried to clear his head.
Sash needed him. He couldn't fall apart now.
MRMRMRMRMRMRMR
Garcia's shriek brought them all running. The feed was back, after three frustrating hours.
Sasha was back in the chair. Her hands cuffed, her clothing disheveled. Her hair hung down in front of her face and she seemed to have labored breathing. They could see the rubber tubing looped loosely around her slender arm.
"He drugged her again." Prentiss said, her voice sounding cold, like she was planning how she wanted to dissect Hankle.
As if summoned by that thought, he made his way into the frame. The posture and voice indicated it was Raphael who was speaking.
"Choose one of your team to die." he demanded dispassionately.
Sasha shook her head and it lolled on her neck, she tried to focus. Her chin lifted and they all held their breath. Her face, still a mess of bruises, seemed to clarify. Her bleeding bottom lip trembled for a moment.
"No." Reid said, her golden eyes dulled a bit by the drug.
Raphael stepped up to her and showed her a revolver. His other hand held a bullet.
"God's will." he said and slipped it into the cartridge. He spun it and held the muzzle to Sasha's forehead.
"Choose one of your team to die." he demanded again.
The whole room leaned forward. Derek was gripping his arms across his chest so tight, it was making breathing difficult. The fear was palpable in the close space.
"No." Reid's voice was unwavering as she stared right at the mad man.
Hankle pulled the trigger. Garcia yelped and JJ flinched, when the dull clicking sound sounded through the speakers.
"Choose!." Raphael shouted. Sasha refused again.
Again the trigger was pulled and again the click.
Even in her drugged and abused state, Sasha knew the chances of the next cylinder being empty, were very slim. Her mind scrambled and she opened her mouth.
"A-Aaron Hotchner." She said and there was a series of gasps from everyone, but Hotch.
"He's a classic narcissist. He puts himself before everything...everyone." her voice went up as she quoted a biblical verse.
Raphael seemed to be mollified. The gun lowered and the camera went off.
Hotch jumped from his chair and went to the next room. The others followed, hoping he wouldn't take it personally that she had picked him in her desperation.
Morgan was reaching to grasp his boss' elbow, when Hotch held up a bible.
MRMRMRMRMRMR
Derek tried to hold back the nausea he was feeling, as they raced from the fetid shack Hankle had imprisoned Reid in. They scattered through the graveyard, fearing the worst.
When the gunshot cracked thought the night, Morgan's heart dropped and he thought the world had turned upside down.
He tripped his way across the dark ground, as they all converged on the source. His pulse pounding in his head, his breathing harsh and rasping. He was dangerously close to praying.
He skidded to a stop and felt the gravel grip at his boots. His lungs stopped and his eyes grew wet.
There she was, his Baby Girl.
In a half dug grave.
Shaking, terrified, knelt beside the man who had kidnapped, beat, drugged and raped her.
The man she had killed with an excellent center of mass shot.
Gideon and Hotch reached her first. They carefully pulled her from the hole.
There were relieved and emotional murmures. Derek stared at Henkle's body. Something inside him wishing he could bring Tobias back, just to kill the fucker again. He focused on Sasha, needing to see where she was in her acceptance of her trauma. She hugged the stoic team leader and gasped out.
"I knew you'd understand." Hotch clutched her briefly, his pain for her clear on his clenched face.
Derek waited, staring, like his feet were frozen. He watched JJ hug Sahsa and beg her forgiveness. Emily brush back her hair and tell her she was going to be ok.
Then, those golden eyes found him and she looked terrified, like he was going to reject her.
That ashamed, not worthy, look started to settle on the slender woman. It was a mindset and posture Derek understood, only too well.
Derek startled and moved forward. He knew what she was feeling. He knew what thoughts her mind was suggesting. He moved to her, his arms outstretched.
"Sash..." he whispered as he pulled her to him. At his touch, All the holding back she had been doing broke. She clutched at him and the pain swamped her. She sobbed and her knees buckled. Without thought, he scooped her up and turned to carry her to the EMTs. Her arms looped around his neck and she tucked her face into the crook.
"W=When they t-take me to the h-hospital, will you s-stay with m-me?" she asked in a small wounded voice.
"Always, Baby. Wherever you are, I'm there." he vowed and hugged her abused little body to him.
Rossi watched them and softly sent out another prayer.
"Sanctus Matris , beatus lemma quod servo lemma in vestri pectus pectoris." He kissed his finger and moved to follow.
MRMRMRMRMRMR
When then loaded her into the ambulance, Derek climbed in and held her small chilled fingers. She was shaking, due to a combined effect of shock and the drugs Tobias had given her.
Reid's eyes darted around the van, landing on Derek's warm brown eyes every few minutes. When they locked gazes, he would squeeze her fingers gently and it seemed to lessen her stress. He was grateful that he could give her some little comfort.
At the hospital, she was ushered into a private room and assured the doctor would be there shortly.
Sasha sat on the bed, her feet dangling just above the floor, she felt the weight of it all falling on her shoulders. Derek knelt down before her and lifted her chin.
"Sasha, I need you to listen to me for a moment." His voice was low and infinitely tender.
She slowly focused her gaze on him, worrying her swollen lip between her teeth.
"I know what you are feeling, I'm not pitying or imagining, remember that ok? And know this, above all else, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need from me; Space, Comfort, Venting, Talking, Ice Cream...whatever. You just tell me and I'll do everything I can to give you that. Can you do that for me, Baby?" he asked in a slow procession of words.
He wanted to appeal to her logical side, to plant the seed of his support before the emotional trauma took over.
Reid looked at him intently, as she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat.
"I-I'll try to re-remember that...." she said and her eyes welled with tears. "Derek!" she cried and he was up and holding her in an instant.
"Oh, Baby, let it out, I'm here, I got you. Not gonna let you fall. Cry all you want." he said, trying to hold back his own tears. Her fingers gripped his shirt so tight, her knuckles were white.
She sobbed so hard, her little body shook in his arms. It tore his heart out but he held his strength, for her. She needed him and he would be there for her.
No one had been there to hold him like this and he'd be dammed before he'd let her suffer alone.
"I got you now, Baby. I'm not letting anything hurt you anymore." he said and kissed her hair.
tbc
Xposted
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
A/N: Ok, last chapter was hard. This one was a little harder if you can believe it. The team struggles to find Sasha as they all deal with what happened.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348348.html
Chapter 2 http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/348613.html
Chapter 2 http://community.livejournal.com/morganreid_cm/349128.html
Feedback please, I like to know if I'm entertaining you or boring you to tears
Chapter 4
The room was still, except for the sounds of the women's soft crying. Derek was numb. He stood staring at the wood in his hands, wondering if the psycho was going to kill Sasha now. He slammed the wood to the floor and gave another anguished shout.
Rossi gave Emily's shoulder a squeeze, before moving to guide the enraged Morgan out of the room.
He lead Derek out the back of the house. The night air was chilled and made them both sharpen and sigh deeply.
"Look, Morgan, I can't say I know what you're feeling, but I can imagine." the older profiler said in a low calm tone.
"But, if we are gonna find her, we all need to be clear." His dark eyes held Morgan's, waiting for the recognition to settle into they younger man.
"Go, get it out, take it out on the fucking corn. But let it go, for now." He spoke with a deep serious tone that reminded Derek of his favorite uncle.
"She needs us, she needs you, to be clear and get to her before it's too late." Rossi said and chucked Morgan on his muscled shoulder. Derek's face seemed to crumple and he nodded, knowing that Rossi was right.
"Thanks, Dave." he mumbled and stalked toward the corn rows.
Rossi watched him go and his heart hurt for both his team mates. He had been the only one to notice the change in Morgan and Reid's relationship.
The increased intimacy of their body language and they way they seemed to share more inside jokes, gave him the first clue.
But his theory had been confirmed one night. He was driving around clearing his head, he'd found it helped to shake off a bad case. He was stopped at a light, looking around the dark streets when he caught sight of a couple in an embrace under the street lamp. The kiss was very tender and seemed to be heated. When they parted, he had laughed out loud.
Sasha and Derek.
When he was right he was right.
Having been witness to what they had, he was heart broken for his friends. They had such a beautiful thing going and now it was going to be greatly complicated. He prayed to the Virgin that they made it through intact.
Derek laid into the corn stalks like they were Hankle. He ripped and tore and smashed, until he was heaving for air. He felt the anguished tears run down his cheeks. He knew what pain his lover was feeling.
Lover.
God, could he even really call her that? If he had been more bold, then maybe she could have been spared having her virginity raped from her.
Guilt and rage and blinding pain washed through him. He sank to his knees sobbing.
He wept for the pain Sasha was going through, she didn't deserve it. She was a tender and innocent person. He raged at the God he had issue with and tried to clear his head.
Sash needed him. He couldn't fall apart now.
MRMRMRMRMRMRMR
Garcia's shriek brought them all running. The feed was back, after three frustrating hours.
Sasha was back in the chair. Her hands cuffed, her clothing disheveled. Her hair hung down in front of her face and she seemed to have labored breathing. They could see the rubber tubing looped loosely around her slender arm.
"He drugged her again." Prentiss said, her voice sounding cold, like she was planning how she wanted to dissect Hankle.
As if summoned by that thought, he made his way into the frame. The posture and voice indicated it was Raphael who was speaking.
"Choose one of your team to die." he demanded dispassionately.
Sasha shook her head and it lolled on her neck, she tried to focus. Her chin lifted and they all held their breath. Her face, still a mess of bruises, seemed to clarify. Her bleeding bottom lip trembled for a moment.
"No." Reid said, her golden eyes dulled a bit by the drug.
Raphael stepped up to her and showed her a revolver. His other hand held a bullet.
"God's will." he said and slipped it into the cartridge. He spun it and held the muzzle to Sasha's forehead.
"Choose one of your team to die." he demanded again.
The whole room leaned forward. Derek was gripping his arms across his chest so tight, it was making breathing difficult. The fear was palpable in the close space.
"No." Reid's voice was unwavering as she stared right at the mad man.
Hankle pulled the trigger. Garcia yelped and JJ flinched, when the dull clicking sound sounded through the speakers.
"Choose!." Raphael shouted. Sasha refused again.
Again the trigger was pulled and again the click.
Even in her drugged and abused state, Sasha knew the chances of the next cylinder being empty, were very slim. Her mind scrambled and she opened her mouth.
"A-Aaron Hotchner." She said and there was a series of gasps from everyone, but Hotch.
"He's a classic narcissist. He puts himself before everything...everyone." her voice went up as she quoted a biblical verse.
Raphael seemed to be mollified. The gun lowered and the camera went off.
Hotch jumped from his chair and went to the next room. The others followed, hoping he wouldn't take it personally that she had picked him in her desperation.
Morgan was reaching to grasp his boss' elbow, when Hotch held up a bible.
MRMRMRMRMRMR
Derek tried to hold back the nausea he was feeling, as they raced from the fetid shack Hankle had imprisoned Reid in. They scattered through the graveyard, fearing the worst.
When the gunshot cracked thought the night, Morgan's heart dropped and he thought the world had turned upside down.
He tripped his way across the dark ground, as they all converged on the source. His pulse pounding in his head, his breathing harsh and rasping. He was dangerously close to praying.
He skidded to a stop and felt the gravel grip at his boots. His lungs stopped and his eyes grew wet.
There she was, his Baby Girl.
In a half dug grave.
Shaking, terrified, knelt beside the man who had kidnapped, beat, drugged and raped her.
The man she had killed with an excellent center of mass shot.
Gideon and Hotch reached her first. They carefully pulled her from the hole.
There were relieved and emotional murmures. Derek stared at Henkle's body. Something inside him wishing he could bring Tobias back, just to kill the fucker again. He focused on Sasha, needing to see where she was in her acceptance of her trauma. She hugged the stoic team leader and gasped out.
"I knew you'd understand." Hotch clutched her briefly, his pain for her clear on his clenched face.
Derek waited, staring, like his feet were frozen. He watched JJ hug Sahsa and beg her forgiveness. Emily brush back her hair and tell her she was going to be ok.
Then, those golden eyes found him and she looked terrified, like he was going to reject her.
That ashamed, not worthy, look started to settle on the slender woman. It was a mindset and posture Derek understood, only too well.
Derek startled and moved forward. He knew what she was feeling. He knew what thoughts her mind was suggesting. He moved to her, his arms outstretched.
"Sash..." he whispered as he pulled her to him. At his touch, All the holding back she had been doing broke. She clutched at him and the pain swamped her. She sobbed and her knees buckled. Without thought, he scooped her up and turned to carry her to the EMTs. Her arms looped around his neck and she tucked her face into the crook.
"W=When they t-take me to the h-hospital, will you s-stay with m-me?" she asked in a small wounded voice.
"Always, Baby. Wherever you are, I'm there." he vowed and hugged her abused little body to him.
Rossi watched them and softly sent out another prayer.
"Sanctus Matris , beatus lemma quod servo lemma in vestri pectus pectoris." He kissed his finger and moved to follow.
MRMRMRMRMRMR
When then loaded her into the ambulance, Derek climbed in and held her small chilled fingers. She was shaking, due to a combined effect of shock and the drugs Tobias had given her.
Reid's eyes darted around the van, landing on Derek's warm brown eyes every few minutes. When they locked gazes, he would squeeze her fingers gently and it seemed to lessen her stress. He was grateful that he could give her some little comfort.
At the hospital, she was ushered into a private room and assured the doctor would be there shortly.
Sasha sat on the bed, her feet dangling just above the floor, she felt the weight of it all falling on her shoulders. Derek knelt down before her and lifted her chin.
"Sasha, I need you to listen to me for a moment." His voice was low and infinitely tender.
She slowly focused her gaze on him, worrying her swollen lip between her teeth.
"I know what you are feeling, I'm not pitying or imagining, remember that ok? And know this, above all else, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need from me; Space, Comfort, Venting, Talking, Ice Cream...whatever. You just tell me and I'll do everything I can to give you that. Can you do that for me, Baby?" he asked in a slow procession of words.
He wanted to appeal to her logical side, to plant the seed of his support before the emotional trauma took over.
Reid looked at him intently, as she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat.
"I-I'll try to re-remember that...." she said and her eyes welled with tears. "Derek!" she cried and he was up and holding her in an instant.
"Oh, Baby, let it out, I'm here, I got you. Not gonna let you fall. Cry all you want." he said, trying to hold back his own tears. Her fingers gripped his shirt so tight, her knuckles were white.
She sobbed so hard, her little body shook in his arms. It tore his heart out but he held his strength, for her. She needed him and he would be there for her.
No one had been there to hold him like this and he'd be dammed before he'd let her suffer alone.
"I got you now, Baby. I'm not letting anything hurt you anymore." he said and kissed her hair.
tbc
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