The Fall Chapter 15
Atlanta General Hospital – Evening –
“Come home safe, my love.”
“That’s the plan Baby Girl.”
He pulled her close and inhaled. The smell of jasmine seemed and felt like a power source from heaven. He didn’t want to let her go but the others were waiting for him.
“Come on Romeo!”
He kissed the woman on the lips and looked over her shoulder as the elevator opened. The other Blonde smiled and shook her head while holding the door open for him.
“I gotta go.” He whispered in her ear.
He could tell she was trying to hold back the tears. He didn’t know why she was sad but it made him determined to come back to her.
“Come back to me.”
He let her go and took a step backwards into the elevator. She tried to smile past her tears as he waved and smiled back at her.
“I’ll always come home he whispered to himself.”
Then she disappeared behind the steel doors. He looked ahead counting, five, four, three, two, one…
The car came to a slow squeaky halt bouncing slightly as the doors opened.
He felt strong arms around his as he was pushed out of the elevator.
“What took you guys so long? We have work to do.”
“No! No, you’re not supposed to be here.”
“Bring him HERE!”
He knew that voice, deep, taunting and evil like…no…it can’t be…he’s dead…he’s…don’t touch me, don’t!”
“Man up, boy! Look up to the sky!”
Atlanta General Hospital – Morning –
Fran rushed through the main entrance nearly running as she rushed toward the elevators. Dave struggled to keep up with her as he carried her large tote bag on his shoulder. She refused to go to the hotel insisting instead on coming directly to the hospital from the airport.
“I know. I know I’m fine.”
The elevator pinged and the two stepped inside. She was shaking and her heart was beating a mile a minute. As the car ascended she grabbed Dave’s arm and held on for dear life.
“It’s going to be okay. He’s alive and as soon as the doctors say it’s okay, we’re bringing him home.”
“Six months. My god, Dave what has happened to my boy in those six months?”
“I don’t know but whatever it was he survived. He’s a fighter and he’s going to keep fighting until he comes all the way back to us.”
“Thank you, my love.”
“For keeping your promise. For bringing my son back to me.”
Dave wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his side. He knew it had nothing to do with anything he had done. It was nothing short of a miracle. He dreaded her reaction to her son’s condition and he knew they’d need another miracle and soon.
Atlanta Police Department –
Savannah had been a guest of the Atlanta Police Department for two days now. She had no idea what had happened to Marcos. It was up to Hamilton and she had no idea if he would stick around or return to New York.
Her mentor and former lover was a survivor and was not about to go down without a fight. The three of them had discussed things and all of them knew the rules. No talking and no betraying each other and no witnesses. Derek was a witness now and it was only a matter of time before all that they had done would begin to unravel.
Savannah glanced at the clock on the wall over the door. It had been fifteen minutes since she’d been brought into the room. All she was told was that she had a visitor. She hoped desperately that is was Hamilton. She needed to see him and for him to reassure her that things would be taken care of.
The door opened. It wasn’t Hamilton and her heart dropped when Agent Aaron Hotchner stepped through the door closing it behind him.
“Savannah. You’re in a lot of trouble. You do know that, don’t you?”
“You do believe in getting right to the point, don’t you?”
“Derek’s running out of time and you are going to tell me everything you and your friend did to him and you’re going to tell me now.”
“I didn’t do anything to Derek that he didn’t want done.”
“You kidnapped him. You drugged him…”
“Is that what he told you?”
“You know he can’t tell me!”
“Then what do you want from me? I moved to Atlanta, Derek followed me here because he loves me.”
“You know that’s not true. Derek would never leave Penelope or his family.”
“Really? Do you honestly believe that he could be happy with some-thing like Penelope Garcia?”
“He was happy, they are expecting a child and you stole his life! If you really love him, then tell me right now how to help him.”
“You really want to know how to help him?”
“Then let him go, let me go. Let us go on with our lives. He’s happy here, this is where he belongs now.”
Hotch felt his blood boiling. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the arrogant, over confident woman on the other side of the table. There was no use she wasn’t going to help.
Savannah sat back feeling victorious as Hotch stood and headed toward the door.
Hotch turned to face Savannah.
“What is it?”
“Do you know why I did what I did?”
“Because Derek needed to learn what happens when someone tells me, no.”
Atlanta General Hospital –
“He looks so thin.”
“He’s in bed, how can you tell?”
“A mother knows. He looks like he’s been through hell and back.”
“Well if I know my wife, you’ll be one of the reasons, he survives this nightmare.”
“I can’t believe that witch did this! If I could just get five minutes with her…”
“Bella, you’re going to have to stand in line. We all want a minute with that wretch.”
Atlanta Police Department –
“You know you’ll kill him if you try to make him remember.”
His visit to Savannah had been an epic fail. She’d rather see Morgan die than tell them what they needed to know to save his life. Now Hotch sat across from Marcos Sevilla, the man who may very well be Morgan’s last hope.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. We made sure that if he managed to get away from us, he’d die before he could spill his guts.”
“There’s always an anecdote.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s all about power. Right now you have the power.”
“Yes I do, don’t I?”
“So why don’t you use that power to help yourself. Besides, you can’t help your wife and kids sitting behind bars for the rest of your life, now can you?”
Hotch watched as the smug smirk on Marcos’ face melted. Family was everything to Marcos it was all he had. But he’d sworn an oath to Hamilton and Savannah, an oath of silence and of loyalty. Loyalty was his power and he knew what Hamilton would do to anyone who betrayed him.
Atlanta General Hospital –
Fran watched her son as he slept. It was a fitful sleep but she didn’t want to wake him, after all she was a stranger to him now. After his disappearance, she’d wondered if she would ever see him again. Dave’s call announcing that her son was alive was almost unbelievable.
Her joy was quickly dashed as Dave explained the few details that they’d been given. Savannah had managed to kidnap him, brainwash him and force him to stay with her for over six months. Meanwhile, Penelope and the rest of them were barely hanging onto their sanity as they searched and prayed for his return.
Derek opened his eyes. He watched as the older woman nearly jumped out of her seat. He’d never seen her before but oddly he felt comfortable with her in the room.
Derek pulled himself up in bed slightly.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, no. It’s seems like all I’ve been doing is sleeping.”
Fran sat there with a small smile not quite sure where to take the conversation from here.
“Are you a doctor? Let me guess, a shrink, right?”
“No I’m neither.”
“Then who are you? Why are you here?”
“My name is Fran, Fran Morgan…your mother.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re in on this…this…conspiracy…I can’t take anymore of this. Please just let me go home.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do, Derek.”
“It’s Darren. My name is Darren.”
Fran exhaled holding back her emotions with all of her strength.
“I can’t imagine what must be going through your head right now, but I’d like to show you something.”
Derek watched as Fran reached down and pulled a canvas bag from the side of her chair. Carefully, she pulled a large weathered book out and set the bag on the floor. He could tell that it was overflowing, stuffed with pictures and papers and perhaps answers.
Fran ran her hand lightly over the album before opening it. Then without saying another word she opened it pulling out a picture.
Fran handed Derek a picture. The edges of the paper had turned brown with age. Reluctantly, he took the picture from her as he watched her wait for his eyes to fall upon the page.
“This is your family.” She began. “The man is your father, Hank…”
“No.” He shook his head.
“The two girls are your sisters, Sarah and Desiree…” She continued.
“And the handsome young man in the middle…that’s you, Derek.”
Derek pushed the picture toward her as he shook his head in disbelief.
“No, that’s not me!”
Fran knew he’d want to deny it so she pulled another picture from the album and laid it in front of him.
“That’s you. You were quite the athlete. You even won a scholarship to play football…”
“I-I don’t understand…I-I…”
“I know you don’t understand but you will, okay Baby Boy, you will. Just…”
Derek grimaced and doubled over in pain. Fran jumped to her feet and placed a light hand on his arm.
Derek moaned as a wave of excruciating pain hit him like a freight train.
“Pain! It hurts…Ah!”
Fran quickly pushed the call button. She noticed him grabbing his stomach as he moaned lowly closing his eyes tightly.
“Breathe! Come on breathe. The nurse will be in shortly.”
“What’s happening? I’ve never been sick before.”
“You’ve had your share of sickness and bumps and bruises.”
“I’ll tell you all about it when you get better.”
Hamilton pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. He hadn’t quite decided how he was going to end his little problem but what he did know was that he had to be careful.
Fran couldn’t watch him in pain any longer. She checked the clock on the wall and she knew it had only been a minute since she’d pushed the button, but this was her son lying in that bed. She couldn’t just stand and watch him suffer any longer.
“I’m going to get the nurse, hold on, just hold on.”
Derek shook his head as Fran headed toward the door.
Fran rushed from the room looking wildly around for a nurse.
There was a young woman sitting alone writing notes in a chart.
“Excuse me, but my son…”
“Yes, yes, please he’s in a lot of pain!”
“I was just headed that way. We were expecting this.”
“He’s going through withdrawals, this is just the beginning I’m afraid.”
“Oh my god. Yes, of course…”
“Let me just grab his chart and something for pain and I’ll be right in.”
Hamilton confidently strolled through the door. He felt comfortable amidst the busyness and frantic goings on of the hospital at midday. No one noticed him or his intentions and it was then that he appreciated his patient disposition.
He looked around the waiting room, grabbed an old dated magazine and found a seat near the furthest corner of the room and waited.