Time for another strangely exciting chapter!
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Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, and Hotchner start looking for Tatanka. Morgan and Prentiss are in the Kitchen when they hear Hotchner yelling for them to meet him. Hotchner points to a door leading to what looks like a cellar.
Morgan kicks down the door and goes in… it's empty. He spots a door to the outside. JJ goes over to investigate. They open it in time to see Tatanka getting behind the wheel of a dark blue sedan.
"FBI, Stop!" Morgan yells, his gun raised. Tatanka speeds toward him, Morgan pulls the trigger, but misses and jumps out of the way. He watches it speed away and sees Spencer looking out the back window.
Fuck, I swear to god, when I get Spencer back, I am not letting him out of my sight for the rest of my life. Morgan thinks, Please God let him be okay.
"Please, let me go…" Spencer whimpered in the back seat of the sedan.
"Shut up! I have you back with your real master soon enough" The masked man said harshly
"But, I want Derek."
"You are extremely stupid. That cop is only taking care of you to get to Mr. Balston."
"What do you mean?"
The Masked Man sneered, "I mean, once the FBI got your Master, you would have been thrown away, like the trash you are. Then, you would have been crawling back to me."
"Derek was going to throw me away?"
"Don't worry, Morgan, the moment Tatanka uses his phone, we will be able to track him. Besides, He'll probably lead us to Balston" Rossi said, trying to reassure him.
"At what cost, Rossi?" Morgan said sadly, driving down roads searching and waiting. "If something happens to him, I'll never be able to forgive myself."
"You're in love with him? Aren't you?" Rossi sighed as Morgan nodded, "I don't approve of a relationship between you two. In fact, I'm sure, there are rules against it."
"I know, it's crazy and I'm stupid for trying, but I can't help it."
"Yeah, I understand how you feel, which is why I won't tell anyone, but yow have to-" Rossi was cut off, when Morgan's phone rang.
Morgan saw it was Garcia and put the call on speaker phone. "Talk to me, Baby Girl."
"Talk I shall. I am tracking Tatanka's phone, but it seems to be stopped, he might be meeting Balston." Garcia quickly gave Morgan the directions, and Morgan started speeding down the road.
"Be careful and I'll call if anything changes, my love." Garcia said before hanging up.
"No, I don't want to go!" Spencer screamed. The masked man backhanded him across the face.
"Well, did that damn cop spoil you or what? If I wasn't making good money off you, I would kill you," The masked man looked around, then to his phone, "If your master doesn't show up soon, I might just kill you anyway." He looked down at Spencer, who was on his knees in the dirty, "Of course, I'd have my fun with you first, not to mention I'd make sure that whoever found your dead body would know what a filthy whore you were."
"Please, let me go…"
"No. Now shut the fuck up before I-"
"That's enough, Greg." Mike Balston stepped out of the shadows, interrupting the masked man. "Thank you for finding my Little Slut." He began walking over toward the two men, a gun in his hand.
"No, I don't want to go!" Spencer yelled trying to get up. Who is that man, and why does he look so familiar? Greg yanked Spencer from the ground by his hair and push him toward Balston.
"Yeah, yeah. Here he is. Now, where's my money?"
Balston raised his gun, "There's been a change of plans."
Suddenly, the alleyway filled with the red and blue lights of police cars. "This is the FBI. Put the Gun Down, Mike Balston."
"Derek!" Spencer called out gleefully.
"Mike, come on, you've already given yourself at least 20 years for what you've done. Put the gun down and I'll see if I can get you're sentence reduced." Hotchner said calmly, standing beside Morgan, who at that moment was begging for Balston to do something that would require Morgan to pull the trigger.
Mike lowered his gun, "I want to talk to Agent Morgan."
Hotchner nodded to Morgan. "Ok, Balston, what do you want?"
"I just want to tell you that you can't have Spencer. I won't let you."
"You can't keep me away from him." Morgan said.
"I can if he's dead." Mike raised his gun to Spencer's head.
"I don't believe you want him dead." Morgan said through his teeth.
"Indeed, I get a lot of pleasure out of torturing him, but if I go to jail, it won't matter, so all the enjoyment I will need is watching the life leave his eyes and the hope leave yours."
Morgan looked at Spencer's tear stained face unable to do anything, before he heard the gun shot.
Thank you to everyone, I know I don't update like I should, but I have been getting some bad writer's block.
Any I appreciate all of my readers and would really love some reviews as well as suggestions.
Also, I should be finishing this story soon, so if anyone has any ideas for a story they'd like me to write, even if it isn't Derek/Spencer feel free to ask in the reviews or message me.