Title: We All Have Them
By: intodarkness85
Rated: R
Pairing: Hotch/Morgan
Summary: A stalker targets young girls in a case that brings back bad memories for Morgan. He is then forced to confront his past once again when he becomes the next target.

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Dayton, Ohio

Shutter. Click. Shutter. Click. Shutter. Click.

Seven times in succession and the images could make poetry in motion. He sometimes felt guilty for stealing these precious moments but only sometimes.

Her name was Ellie she was eleven years old and such a beautiful blonde. He met her online in a chat room she tried to disguise herself as a twenty one year old. He knew better because he researched her fake name then traced her I.P. address. He staked himself outside their house for two days.

He used computers at internet cafes to keep in touch with her. He promised her they would be meeting soon. He couldn't disappoint her.

The car drove off unnoticed he had to head to the internet cafe. He stood behind a couple who were on a social networking site together. He made a gutteral growl to get their attention to leave. One look at him and they got up immediately.

"He's creepy!" the woman commented on the way out.

He looked around cautiously before connecting a small black device to the computer to wipe it clean afterwards. He logged onto his account. He waited a second then a ding sounded as Ellie entered the room.

darwin: hello my gorgeous sweet! i missed u! did u get the flowers i sent u?
hotblonde: yes! and u need 2 leave me alone! my parents will be angry if they find out!
darwin: why would they be angry? ur a 21 year old woman right?
hotblonde: i lied!!!! leave me alone!!! cut it out with the flowers!!!! i don't want u! ura creepy pedophile!

hotblonde has logged off

He breathed heavily almost in an angry way.

"Sir you have to leave! I'm getting multiple complaints about you!" the manager was behind him. He disconnected his box and kicked the chair over. He left before anything else could be said.
***
"...And this is the latest victim eleven year old Ellie Mathis..." JJ showed them images of the young girl's post mortem body.

"So he stalks them before he kills them?" Prentiss asked.

"Her parents checked everything her diary, their home computer, her cell phone for clues and they said they found she was chatting with someone by the nickname of darwin"

"Darwin? Interesting name but who is the account holder?" Reid asked.

"Darwin was untraceable and the other girl's parents said their daughters were also chatting but none of the conversations were saved. But after Meghan Chiles death a day later her parents say they kept recieving mysterious floral arrangements at their house."

"Sign of remorse...did anyone trace where they had come from?" Reid shuffled some papers looking for their answers.

"Once again paid in cash and no name was left" JJ turned the screen off.

"All right we leave tonight. JJ call the police in Dayton tell them we're coming. Prentiss you and Rossi head to the Mathis's home talk to her parents and see if you can take a look around. Hotch you and Reid talk to the other families. Lets find a connection between these girls and our unsub...before he kills again."
***
Morgan wasn't saying much on the plane. He just stared out the window with his head leaning into it. This was striking a very personal cord with him. Hotch sat down beside him and stared into his expression for clues.

"You know this wouldn't be the first time one of us has entered into a personal case"

"It involves young girls who aren't even old enough to wear make-up or go on dates, of course it's personal" Morgan answered sharply.

"Morgan, that's not what I meant...we each have had numerous cases that were personal to us and our histories" that let the cat out of the bag for what he was hinting at.

Carl Buford. Morgan narrowed his eyes. He had pushed this so far out of his mind that he believed it wouldn't resurface ever again. Until now.

"Hotch, did it ever occur to you I wasn't thinking about my past? Even if I do take this personal it's on me! Not you not the team...ME!" he ended up getting hostile. He got up and moved seats.

Hotch instantly regretted pushing Morgan that far. He decided to keep close to Morgan as much as possible.
***
"Amy why is that guy here again?"

"I'm sorry sir I told him five times he wasn't welcome here anymore and he just sat down and sir he scares me" she whispered under her breath.

"Well after his hour is up if he isn't gone call the police!" the manager walked away.

He looked at Amy with a twisted grin she lowered her gaze. He went back to his computer screen with the same smile but Amy could feel him looking at her through the corner of his eyes.

"James I'm going on break" she told the younger guy behind the counter.

"Okay" she walked away quickly. The door opened Morgan and Hotch entered. Morgan was on his cell phone.

"Garcia, I'm at Java Connection now what did you say could make someone's ID online untraceable..." he snapped to attention.

He turned to slightly to look Hotch and Morgan up and down. They walked up to James behind the counter.

"How can I help you today?" he asked chipper.

They flashed their credentials.

"Agent Morgan FBI and this is my partner Agent Hotchner we're looking for David Parsons is he in?"

"That's my manager but he went to lunch already but maybe I'd be glad to answer any questions you guys have"

He was eyeing Morgan mostly. Morgan was such a beautiful man. He envisioned what it would be like holding him and kissing his neck. True he wasn't a defenseless eleven year old girl but he could always disable him...and the prize must be worth the fight.

"We're looking for a white male in his early to late 30's he'll be overwhelming in appearance and probably anti-social. He won't want to sit around a large group of people and if approached he will terse up and possibly try to hide what he's doing" Morgan gave the profile to the kid.

"Uhh I know just about everyone that comes in here and no one fits that description...sorry"

Morgan took out his card and set it on the counter.

"If you think of anything or anyone matching that description call me okay"

"Sure" James nodded and Morgan walked out. Hotch took one last look around at the computer users. Someone stood out.

After they had gone he turned off his box and packed everything up. He went to the counter and smiled the stupid kid left Morgan's card on the table. Morgan was so close to him and didn't even know it.
***
Shutter.Click.Shutter.Click.Shutter.Click.

He was photographing every move Derek Morgan made. He was patient enough to follow him and only him. Every facial expression was magnified into a glorious and glossy 8 x 10.

The case was full of dead leads and the longer they strolled the streets with nothing they knew some little girl in Dayton was doomed. Reid was mapping out the unsub's comfort zone, Prentiss and Rossi were following up on leads that several other internet cafes gave them.

Morgan sat in a small office and sighed heavily. He didn't want to let these families down. He didn't want any other girl to suffer the rape and murdering the other three girls suffered.

Hotch watched Morgan slumped over in the tiny room. He came to Reid to ask about the comfort zone.

"Well all three girls lived within a five mile radius of one another...but he didn't know that until he killed them. He likes sticking close to here in Dayton. He hits up internet cafes near and far but notice he doesn't go out of the comfort zone too far. With Garcia monitoring and JJ sending out alerts parents are getting more involved so he's probably feeling the heat."

"And he'll do something brash...he'll make a quick mistake" Hotch knew that was a good and bad thing. He'd be easier to catch but someone...a young girl may pay the price.

"Where's Agent Morgan?" a female cop came up to them.

"I'm right here why?" he asked. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew it could be bad news.

"There's a phone call for you..."

"This is Agent Morgan who's this?"

"Hello Agent Morgan...Unit Chief of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Such a strong voice of course with strong facial features and a kickin body to match...but you're wrong about one part of my profile...I don't just like little girls. I love beauty...man or woman. And brown isn't your color and I don't know why you use such a strong cologne it's too musky for you..." he hung up.

"Dammit! It was him! It was our unsub" Morgan slammed the phone down.

"I'll run a trace" the cop said setting herself up.

"He wants attention" Hotch said.

"Oh he's going to get it!"

"Sir?"

"Where'd he call from?" she printed it out for him with directions. Morgan was worried.

"What?"

"The hotel we're staying at..."
****
They knew he was in Morgan's room from the cologne and shirt color clue. Morgan charged into his own room. He didn't make sure it was clear first but what he saw took his breath.

"Morgan?" Hotch wasn't too far behind he ran into see what he was seeing.

"He's stalking me! Hotch that bastard is after me!" Morgan exclaimed tearing pictures of himself wallpapered everywhere.

"Morgan..." Hotch was watching his friend steadily losing his mind.

"We've got to get this fucker!"

"Morgan wait..."

"NO!" Morgan shoved Hotch's hands off him.

Everyone ran in after Morgan fled. They saw the pictures.

"Morgan's his target..." Prentiss said aloud.

"He's just challenging him." Rossi reasoned.

"Yeh probably trying to throw Morgan off his game" Reid added.

Hotch walked out and tried to look for Morgan. He found him crying the car.

"Hey better me than some little girl..." Morgan said before Hotch could say anything.

"We're going to get him. He's probably only trying to scare you"

"You didn't hear his voice...he's serious Hotch. I'ma do or die kind of man but he's into my head. Hotch I need to know something and it's personal..."

Hotch didn't make any expressions he just shut the door in case someone else came by.

"Go ahead"

"When Foyet had in your apartment did he..."

"Not in the conventional sense. Rapists and sadists want power, the power they feel others deprived them of. Foyet didn't rape me anally but he raped alot of things out of me with...his knife." Hotch didn't look at Morgan while sharing something so personal.

"Hotch...I need your help. I want to be prepared in case this fucker does manage to get me disabled"

"Morgan it won't happen..."

"Man you don't know that...Foyet took you down didn't he?"

"What do you need me to do?"
***
Morgan went to Hotch's room at Morgan's request. Hotch had to play the stalker and Morgan the victim.

"As sure as he is a coward he will take you by surprise from behind. He may shoot you or get you anyway down he can" Hotch held his fingers into a gun and ticked it against Morgan's shoulder blade.

"Bang" he said and Morgan got down to the floor.

"He has you disabled...and sure as he is a coward he will kick you!" Hotch said tapping his foot against Morgan's ribs.

"Next for him comes the fun part...this kind of sexual sadist will put himself all over you while apprehending you" Hotch straddled Morgan grabbing his arms. Morgan felt Hotch's crotch against his backside.

"He may want to smell you since he mentioned your scent" Hotch dipped his head low to Morgan's neck. He tightened on his arms.

"Then in detail he will tell you about his other vicitims. He will then verbalize everything he is going to do to you." Hotch skillfully tied Morgan's hands behind his back with shoestrings.

Morgan felt Hotch unzip his pants and yank them down his hips to his knees. He propped Morgan's ass up into the air.

Hotch was going to stop because Morgan had gotten the point of what it would be like if or when he the stalker got him alone.

"Hotch..." Morgan said in desperation.

"Finish" Hotch could tell this was turning Morgan on in some way and it was him as well. But he knew the stalker wouldn't be so loving and gentle.

"You get the idea...I don't need to take you that far"

"Yes, you do...prepare me for what it will feel like" Morgan begged. He heard Hotch unzip his pants.

"He may not lube you up...he'll probably just force his way into your body. That's what they like..." Hotch shoved his cock into Morgan's ass with one breath.

"Ahhh" Morgan gasped. It burned as Hotch moved in and out. He pounded his hips hard against Morgan's frame.

Hotch had to do all the work since his hands were tied. He gripped Morgan's sides and pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Morgan's tight hole.

"Hotch...yes Hotch teach me! Cum..." Morgan cried out for relief. Hotch's cock began moving in and out easier from Hotch's pre-cum. For his finish he laid on top of Morgan and straight pounded him into the floor.

Hotch laid his head beside Morgan's ear. Morgan could feel Hotch's hot breath and it sent chills everywhere.

"Are you ready for him?" Hotch said breathless against his ear.

"I will be..." Morgan swallowed looking at Hotch. Hotch kissed his lips.

"I won't let him kill you...I promise."

***