Forevermore ❤️ {Derek Morgan Love Story}

Exit Wounds

I'm walking around with JJ and Emily on a girls night, along with Penelope who had gone elsewhere. Emily was going on about the Mick Rawson, who we met during the joint case we had with Cooper's team a while back.

Emily: guys, that's not the point.
JJ: well, are you gonna call him?
Emily: maybe.

JJ and I both groan at Emily.

Jasmine: Em! Come on.
Emily: Mick Rawson is an arrogant, over-sexed, egotistical—
Jasmine: hot British dude with a sexy accent, badge and gun. Just your type!
JJ: Jaz is right.
Emily: ugh!
JJ: alright, you know what? I don't even get you sometimes.
Jasmine: neither do I.
Emily: it wouldn't go anywhere.
JJ: you don't know that.
Emily: I know our work schedules.
JJ: okay, you know what? Will and I make it work.
Jasmine: exactly, Em.

The girls and I look up and we see Penelope with multiple bags in her hands.

Jasmine: oh, boy.
Penelope: I know, I know, I know. Don't say it, but when you see what's in here, and it's not my fault, they were calling to me, I swear, and they were all on sale, and when you think about it, that means that I am helping the economy, which is more than I can say for you guys, 'cause no one else has bags.
JJ: yeah, please tell me all those aren't for my son and Jazzy's twins.
Penelope: they're not.
Jasmine: good.
Penelope: this one is for Kevin.

We all share a laugh when Penny shows us a smaller bag than the other ones.

Penelope: what? It is my duty as a fairy godmother/cool auntie to spoil the children, and Henry and the twins are finally old enough to be fun when opening presents. I am not taking them back. Give me my coffee and no one's gonna get hurt.
Jasmine: okay. Uh, half-cat extra shot venti, two pump, nonfat, hold-the-whip, caramel macchiato.
Penelope: mhmm. Next stop, Xanadu.
JJ: oh, wait. Xanadon't. Time to go back to the BAU, ladies.

I let out a groan.

Emily: maybe I should get a cat.

I chuckle at Emily as we make our way to the BAU. As we walk into the conference room, I hear my phone ring. I roll my eyes when I see my brother's contact and immediately decline the call.

It's been weeks since I found out that my brother got married, and I'm still ignoring him.

I sit down next to Derek and lean my head on his shoulder as we wait for the rest of the team to show. The last person to show up was Rossi who was wearing a messy tie.

Emily: woah!
Jasmine: damn!
Aaron: sorry to ruin your night.
Derek: what, are you working on wife number four?
Rossi: I see you people way too much.

I chuckle at Rossi who sits next to me.

Aaron: let's get started.
JJ: alright, Anchorage Field Office is asking us to investigate a series of murders in Franklin, Alaska. There's three people dead in less than a week.
Spencer: for a town with a population of 1,476, that's fairly significant.
JJ: it's the first murder investigation on record.
Rossi: who are the victims?
JJ: Jon Baker, a hunter, Dedaimia Swanson, a school teacher, Brenda Bright, the first mate on a fishing boat. There's a new victim every two days.
Emily: any connections?
JJ: unfortunately, in a town this small, everyone's connected.
Derek: and different kill methods. It says the first two victims were both shot with a rifle, but Brenda Bright was stabbed twice with an arrow?
Rossi: are we sure it's the same guy?
Aaron: all three victims were found in heavily trafficked areas. The Unsub wants them found sooner than later.
Emily: Jon Baker's body was left exposed to the elements, but the two women were buried under mounds of trash. Why?
Spencer: it could be a sign of remorse. Cover their bodies so he doesn't have to face the reality of what he's done.
Jasmine: or he thinks that the women are trash and he's just placing them where he thinks they belong.
JJ: well, we can't be sure of anything yet. Franklin is an isolated fishing community that's been hit really hard by the current economy. Add to that a series of unsolved murders and everyone's on edge.
Aaron: the local sheriff's out of his depth, and Alaska hasn't handled a serial investigation since Robert Hansen in the '80s. We'll fly out tonight. Everybody can sleep on the plane. And Garcia, I need you with us.
Penelope: sir?
Aaron: I've tasked the satellite uplink, and it's your job to keep us connected.
Penelope: yes, sir.
Aaron: this town's already on the brink, and if this pattern continues, we've only got another day until the next murder. Let's finish this fast.