Soul Purpose Chapter 22

Fran knew something was wrong the moment he stepped through the door. His face, his eyes…he’d been crying. She took a step back away from him as he approached shaking her head, no. She didn’t want to hear what she already knew in her heart…the thing she’d feared everyday since Derek had decided to follow his father into law enforcement. Then he began to shake his head too as he quickly pulled her into his arms and cried.

BAU Headquarters – Hotch’s Office –

Something was off. Maybe she was in denial but her mind would not allow her to believe that Derek was dead. She wasn’t stupid, it was always a possibility that he’d be killed and god knew he’d taken his share of crazy chances all in the line of duty. Penelope had long ago lost count of the scars and bruises and broken bones but something wasn’t quite right. There were no goodbyes and no last words or touches. She had been pulled out of the restroom so fast and his body had been concealed in the black body bag and wheeled away…this wasn’t how her day was supposed to begin not today…not now.

“I want to see him.”

She knew it was Hotch even though she hadn’t turned to confirm his presence. Closing the door behind him he slowly took the seat on the couch next to her. He felt as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders and he swore to himself and the others that he’d never do this again…keep secrets and lies, but here he was a willing participant in yet another plan all well intended yet he couldn’t help but see the train wreck down the road.

“Penelope, the coroner has to examine the body and…”

“I don’t give a shit about the coroner, Hotch…” Then looking at her boss shocked by her own outburst. “I-I-I’m sorry…I just…I can’t be…”

“Garcia, I’m sorry for your loss. I know how you felt about Morgan…we all loved him…”

Garcia stood and walked across the room examining the pictures that her boss had displayed on his desk. Even though he’d dated other women he still had a picture of Haley on his desk. Gingerly she picked it up and wiped the tears from her face.

“You got to say goodbye…”


“Haley, you got to say goodbye.”

“Haley was already…she was already gone when I found her.”

“But you got to hold her in your arms. You got to cry and hold her one last time. I want that too. I need to say goodbye to my husband, Hotch. How can you sit there and tell me I can’t?”

Home of David and Fran Rossi –

As long as he’d lived in this house alone it had never been this quiet. Fran had collapsed in his arms at the news. Dave held her tight as she wailed and shook in his arms. He cried and he felt helpless knowing that this could mean the end for them. He loved Fran more than he’d loved anyone else. She pulled him from a dark meager existence and had convinced him that even he could be loved again. Now, as he’d just told her the hardest thing ever he doubted that once she learned the truth that she’d ever utter the words, I love you, again.

“I want to see him.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Bella.”

She pulled away from him looking into his eyes for some semblance of sanity.

“What? Are you serious? You just told me that my son, my only son, was just gunned down and now you’re saying I can’t see him? What aren’t you telling me, Dave?”


“You tell me right now, David Rossi…what is really going on?”

“Just…just that because this was a homicide, it may take several days before you can see…before you can see Derek.”

“I was married to a cop for thirteen years, so don’t give me that! You take me to see my son right now or I’ll go alone!”

As if God had decided in that moment to grant Dave a moment’s reprieve, his cell phone rang. Pulling it from his pocket he looked into Fran’s eyes.

“It’s Hotch.”

Fran nodded granting the moment he needed. Dave moved quickly to the kitchen keeping his eye on the doorway.

“Hotch, what’s going on?”

“We have a problem.”

Bert’s Diner –

Tinsley found a booth in the back. What he had to discuss required privacy. Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket he dialed a familiar number.

“It’s done.” He began.

He heard the older man exhale on the other end. His partner had doubted that he could clean up the mess he’d started when he arrogantly assigned Morgan to the New York office.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I saw them wheel the body out with my own eyes.”

“That was too close!”

“This was your idea! I’d given up on getting Agent Morgan to head that office years ago. You’re the one who wanted him out of town so your love sick son could have a clear path at Morgan’s wife!”

“Well he’s dead now. We can’t get sloppy again. Next time we may not be so lucky.”

“Now what?”

“Now you keep your eyes and ears open. I know all about the BAU. If things don’t die down his friends may be joining him in the morgue.”

BAU Headquarters –

Hotch had been against Rossi’s plan from the beginning. It was a plan made in haste that had too many holes for any of them to cover but with Morgan’s gut feeling that things weren’t finished they didn’t have much time. Things were spiraling out of control with Garcia and now Fran insisting on seeing Derek’s body they had no choice but to come clean. It wasn’t going to be easy letting the rest of the team in on the plan to protect Morgan a similar plan several years ago had nearly destroyed the team when the truth was revealed that Emily had survived Doyle’s attack. Morgan himself had gone on a secret rampage to find the man and bring him to justice. Even now Morgan wasn’t out of the woods…it all seemed like a cruel joke now as he watched his team file into the conference room one by one.

Dave and Fran were the last to arrive taking seats near the head of the table next to Penelope who looked like a zombie barely acknowledging her in-laws as they tried in vain to comfort her. All of them looked shell shocked as their minds were still trying to make sense of the morning’s tragedy.

“Let’s get started.” Hotch began. There’s something I need to tell you all and I need you to listen.”

Emily closed her eyes as the plane took off. She hated flying and as much as she missed the states and her friends, she hated the reason for her return. It was too eerily familiar and she knew that she would be faced with the same questions as she was when she had ‘died’. No one understood then and certainly they wouldn’t now. She remembered nearly losing Reid as a friend and her death had turned Morgan into an obsessed monster determined to find Ian Doyle…and he did. She couldn’t help blaming herself for his predicament now. She’d tried to get him to drop his clandestine investigation but like Doyle he refused. Now he was the one fighting for his life.

Flashback… 2 days ago

Interpol – London, England – Evening –

She couldn’t help the smile stretching across her face when she saw his name flash across her phone.

“Hey you!” She beamed.

“I knew you’d still be at work. Don’t you have a social life woman?” He teased.

“Work is my social life.” She countered.

“I don’t like what I’m hearing, Prentiss. Where’s your Derek Morgan look-alike? He ain’t treating you right?”

“Oh god, don’t flatter yourself, Derek! And my, Derek Morgan look-alike, as you call him is away on business.”

“Just checking, just checking…those London nights can get pretty cold.”

“So can those New York nights. Speaking of which, how are things between you and Garcia?”

“Better, lots better…we’re working things out. In fact, she and Saraya are here now.”

“Oh wow, I guess things are getting better. I’m glad to hear it.”

Then it was quiet just for a few seconds but it was enough to let her know that something was wrong. Even through his earlier banter and teasing she knew that he didn’t call just to chitchat.



“Are you okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I know you Derek and you don’t sound like yourself.”

“Now I know why my wife hates profilers.”

“Come on, spill.”

“I need a favor.”

“Name it.”

“I need you to help me end my life.”




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