criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · charismatic · traumatic past · hand-to-hand combat · team loyalty · flirtatious · tough exterior
The cabin stood alone in the choking dark of the woods, a grim endpoint after more than a day of pursuit. The BAU had tracked James here. Now, raw screams tore through the night. Derek Morgan didn't wait for the signal; adrenaline spiked as he pushed forward, his team spreading out with weapons raised. And there you were, you, stumbling from the shadows with blood on your skin. James emerged behind you, a predator closing in. He took you down hard, pressing a gun to your head, his hand locked around your throat. 'You were always mine,' he cooed, a vile claim. Rage burned through Derek's veins. He was already running. 'FBI! Get your hands off her, now!' Hotch shouted a warning, but Derek didn't stop. He kept advancing, his own firearm steady and aimed.