Lucky Pt. 1

Isla's POV:

After the night with Leo my mind has been everywhere. I smoke more cigarettes, sleep less, and work more. In these few months we've done multiple cases all ending rather quickly and positively. However the other search for Joshua has gone cold, and I think it's been hitting Morgan harder then me.

I shuffle in bed and look at the alarm clock reading 3am and sigh softly. A heavy toned arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to their bare body. Hot breaths hit my neck ticking me slightly. I take in a deep breath before shuffling to look at him in the dark light.

"You're awake." I state sadly.

"Yeah I couldn't sleep." He whispers lowly. I frown and place my hand on the side of his face, rubbing my thumb softly against his rugged face.

"You haven't been sleeping recently." I point out to him.

"I can't." He whispers leaning his face closer to mine. He pulls me over his body, making me feel every inch of him. His lips crash to mine and his hands are placed firmly on my hips. I break the kiss and sit up looking at his figure in the dark.

"Morgan you're tired. I'm tired." I tell him.

"Too tired for this?" He asks as his hand starts to roam my barely clothed body.

"We did it three hours ago." I remind him.

"Three hours too long ago." He jokes before slowly taking off my black shorts. I smirk and lean down to kiss him.

"Sex isn't going to be a distraction for much longer anymore." I warn him but he only mumbles something as he starts to kiss my shoulder.

"Good enough for now." Is the last sentence spoken for the rest of the early morning.

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We walk into work but before we can sit at our desks JJ ushers us to the round table.

"Local girl, Abby Kelton, 19, left her parents home to go to the local junior college. She never came home. 3 days later, joggers found her, well part of her, in a nearby park." JJ speaks to all of us as she clicks the remote to show us the pictures. I look at the screen then flip through my files in front of me.

"What did this to her?" Prentiss asks.

"She was found near a road that is referred to as Alligator Alley. Everything below her waist was eaten." JJ speaks causing Garcia's face to scrunch up.

"Ah the circle of life." Rossi jokes.

"Suddenly I don't feel so guilty about my alligator skin wallet." Prentiss jokes causing me to laugh slightly.

"Yes, but alligators didn't cut her fingers, slit her throat, or carve this into her chest." Hotch speaks showing us the photo.

"An inverted pentagram." I whisper looking at the carved message in her skin.

"Locals believe the killing was committed by a Satanic cult." JJ speaks.

"Killer Satanic cults don't exist. They were debunked by a suburban myth." Prentiss speaks. A small smile edges onto my face causing her to scrunch her forehead together.

"What?" She questions.

"Rossi is the one that you debunked them." Reid and I say at the same time.

"Jinx. You're buying my next pack of cigs Spency." I say pointing my pen to him with a smile. (GIF above)

Reid scrunches his nose in defeat before looking back at the case files.

"So group satanic killers don't exist, but single ones do?" JJ asks Rossi. He gets up and leaves the room with a smug smile causing JJ to bite her lip confused.

"I'll take that as a yes." She whispers.

"A big yes." I tell her before we all get up and make our way to the jet.

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"He doesn't  kill in the name of Satan, he believes in Satan because he kills." Rossi announces on the jet. Morgan shuffles awkwardly in his seat causing me to look up at him.

"Whether you're religious or not, the presence of Satanic elements affect even the most experienced investigators. And we're not immune, so keep an eye on locals, keep an eye on each other." Hotch speaks aloud to everyone.

"Oh yeah I saw the exorcist." JJ says with fear in her voice. I smile slightly and shove her playfully with my foot.

"My mother took us to church every Sunday until I moved out. This whole devil thing doesn't spook me at all."

"Maybe that's because you never really bought the God part either." Reid tells Morgan. The whole plane becomes quiet as Morgan's body language changes. Hotch looks at me as if silently telling me to keep the jet calm for the next few words that will be exchanged.

"No offense, kid, but you don't know what I believe in." Morgan tells Reid with a warning in his voice for Reid to drop the subject. But of course Reid didn't pick it up.

"Well, I mean, logic dictates that if you believe in the one, you have to reconcile the existence of the other." Reid tells Morgan as he pushes a piece of hair behind his ear.

"People's reactions to Satan is what gives the appeal to these offenders. It has power, and it would be a mistake to underestimate it." Hotch says changing the conversation back to the case. The rest of the ride was filled with tension and the only thing I could do was sit there and hold Morgan's hand loosely as he stares out the window until we get to Florida.

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We all split up, Reid and Hotch going to the medical examiner, Prentiss and JJ going to the station, and Rossi Morgan and I to the church. We get out of the car and walk up to the church. Morgan pulls Rossi's sleeve making him stop.

"Do me a favor, you talk to the priest, all right?" Morgan asks him.

"You'd rather interview the grieving parents on the worst day of their lives than the priest?" Rossi asks him. Morgan readjusts his sunglasses before looking down at Rossi.

"If it's all right with you, yeah." Morgan says almost robotically. Rossi nods before we all go into the well lit church. The priest approaches the three of us, offering his hand.

"Hi, father Marks. Agent Del la Cruz. These are agents Rossi and Morgan." I announce. We all shake his hand before small chatter takes over.

"Well actually Agent Morgan has some questions for you." Rossi states pointing to Morgan. Derek glitches slightly as his eyes grow with worry and shock.

"Okay well the parents are upstairs if you want to talk to them Agent Rossi." Father Marks tells him. Rossi nods before giving a small smug smile to Morgan as he walks past us.

"So agent Morgan how long has it been?" He asks Morgan directly.

"I'm sorry?" Morgan asks.

"Well, since you've been in God's house. Priests can see an over to customer a mile away so... How long has it been?" The priest says with a proud smile.

"Why don't you ask Agent Del la Cruz?" Morgan asks getting annoyed for being pointed out.

"I know she hasn't been in the house of God. But she is not who I worry of. So I repeat how long has it been?" He urges.

"I didn't come here to talk about myself." Morgan tells him.

"Occupational hazard. My apologies." The priest says.

"Is this the biggest church in town?" I ask.

"The only." He answers.

"Has there been any break-ins, thefts, threats towards the church?" Morgan asks. The priest shakes his head 'no'. "How about questions about Satan?"

"That I would remember. So no."

"Good." Morgan tells the priest rather rudely.

"Thank you for your time Father." I say kindly just as Morgan leaves the church. I walk out and put on my sunglasses meeting Derek at the car. He leans his back against the tall black SUV, his hands resting on the front of it.

"What was all that about?" I ask him as I meet him there.

"Drop it." Is all he says before looking Rossi up and down as he walks out of the church. Rossi smirks at Morgan before opening the backdoor and getting in. I shake my head and get into the passenger side, ready to leave.

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"He's sadistic." Prentiss says as we talk about the killer.

"I wouldn't say that just yet." Rossi adds.

"Why not. He cuts off their fingers than makes her eat them. If that's not sadistic..." Prentiss starts.

"But if he was a true sadist there would be more torture than this." I say aloud.

"So what are the fingers?" Prentiss adds.

"A message." I state.

"We just need to figure out what that message is." Morgan says before rubbing his face. Hotch walks in before answering.

"He's saying 'she's not my first'.  None of the fingers found Abby Kelton stomach were hers, and six of them were index fingers." Hotch voices. I make a face of disgust same as Morgan before shaking my head.

"Let's find this son of a bitch." Morgan utters.

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"So you want to talk now or?" I ask Derek as I enter the room he sits in alone in the station. He looks up at me from the case files before bitting his cheek.

"No, not exactly." He mutters.

"Come on, you force me to talk to you about stuff that's bothering me. And I think it's about time we talk about what's going on with you." I point out.

"There's nothing going on with me." He vocalizes.

"Really? I hear you toss and turn at night. You've don't nothing but work and when we're together it's almost forced." I speak my mind.

"So what happened last night was forced? And this morning?" Morgan asks with a smirk.

"You know that's not what I mean. We don't talk about the reality of the situation at hand unless it's with the team or work related. We're together but not really there." I explain.

"Look I don't want to talk about it right now. Once we get home we'll talk." He says right as Prentiss walks in.

"Garcia just ID'd 10 of the victims, and sent the files through. Look at this. Last known location of the 10 victims." Prentiss says pointing to the paper.

"Hotch seen this?" I ask and she nods.

"Oh yeah, Hotch set up the profiling briefing. We're calling families, you two are briefing the locals." She says before leaving the small office.

"We'll talk later." Morgan reminds me before we both get up and leave the office.

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We talk to locals before Father Marks shows up.

"What are you doing here. The unsub could be a member of your church." Morgan stresses.

"So?" A local asks.

"Serial killers like to insert themselves in these investigations." I explain.

" I am conducting the search. Another body just went missing so if I say father Marks should be here, he's going to be here." The detective says sternly.

"We are only here to help, ok?  Let's split up the search party, we can try to draw him out. Volunteer sign in sheets should give us a good suspect list." I say aloud. The detective nods before giving a look towards Morgan.

"Fine, lets do that." The detective says. The priest looks at Morgan before turning around to help with the search.

We all stand in a line and speak to the volunteers to find the new victim.

"Every search pair should have one whistle." The priest says handing out many a whistles to different pairs of people. Many thank him and give him grateful smiles. Rossi stares at the priest before looking up at me, thinking the same as me.

Father Marks is inserting himself into the investigation.

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Instead of coming out with a survivor victim, we come out with one less volunteer. We drive back to the station in shame and guilt of today's events.

My phone rings causing me to pick up.

"Hey Penelope." I say.

"Hello my love. I'm cross checking the names from your volunteer list to the names against mental institution records." She sings.

"Pay attention to the individuals who were involuntarily committed in Florida. Rossi thinks our unsub is the type that likes to stick close to home." I mention.

"Got it, ok babes talk to you later." She says.

"Bye hun." I say before slapping my flip phone shut.

I look at Morgan who sits in his chair bouncing his leg anxiously. I look back at my phone suspiciously before walking towards him and crouching between his open legs. I balance my hand on his bouncing leg, feeling the rugged texture of the jean material under my fingertips.

"Morgan did something happen between you and Garcia?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"How'd you know?" He asks. I bite my lip before leaning my face on his bouncing knee, making him stop.

"Well she called me instead of you and I don't know. Just a hunch." I tell him. He looks at me for a second before covering his face with his hands and sighing loudly.

"I snapped at her today over something stupid. Than she hung up on me and told me not to call her until the old Morgan comes back." He says sighing.

"And when's that gonna be?" I ask him.

"When Joshua is caught." He confesses. I close my eyes before getting up from my crouched position and sit on his legs.

"Derek, this needs to stop. You're ruining yourself and hurting the people around you." I tell him. He nods slowly and rests his hand on my waist.

"You're right. I'm sorry for being an asshole." He apologizes.

"You might want to tell that to Garcia." I tell him before he nods and grabs his phone. I smile and kiss his lips softly, getting up and walking towards Prentiss.

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"I gave the list to the priest, go check if he knows any of the names on there." Hotch tells me. I nod before getting up only to be met with Morgan following me.

"You sure, I can do it myself." I say pointing to the priest. He simply nods before entering and sitting down with me.

"So anyone you know?" Morgan asks.

"I know all these people better than anyone. And none of them fit this description." He says desperately.

"One of them does." I say.

"N-no." He stutters.

"He's a mimic. He imitates faith, attends church every Sunday, but only goes because everyone else goes. You know him." Morgan stresses.

"Almost all of them come because the rest of them do. My job is not-" Father starts but Morgan cuts him off.

"None of that is important right now. What is important is that I'm looking for a killer, and he is on that list." Morgan says aggressively before slamming his hand on the list in front of the priest.

"Then I don't know him! I can't help you." The priest yells at Derek. This causes Derek to lose his patience, so he grabs a picture from the crime scene and slams it on the desk.

"Tell that to Cheryl Timmins husband and children  when they ask you to pray over what's left of her. I'm sure they'll find that real comforting." Morgan says lowly with venom in his voice.

"And I hope that'll never happen." He says causing Morgan to scoff and get up with me following behind him.

"Good luck with that." Morgan seethes.

"What happened to you? Only someone who grew up with religion could have so much contempt before a priest he hardly knows." Father Marks says getting up from his chair and getting up in Morgan's face.

Morgan's face contorts into one of pain, causing me to instantly grab his hand and ask him if he's okay. But he only ignores my question and stares down the priest.

"When I was a kid, something bad was happening to me... And I went to church every day, and I prayed." Morgan says with hurt laced in his voice.

" I prayed for it to stop. Do you know what God did?" Morgan asks.

"He did nothin." Morgan says with the most pain imaginable. The priest shakes his head before speaking.

"God never gives us more than what we can handle." He says making anger to bubble inside me.

"How could expect a child to be able to handle what happened?" I ask him angrily.

"Your God expects way too much of a 13 year old boy." Morgan sneers. The priest looks up at Morgan than at me before diverting his eyes.

"C'mon." I say tugging Morgan's hand. He lingers for an extra moment before letting me lead him outside. The cooler Florida night air is crisp and fresh against my skin, allowing me to cool down from the tension from inside the station. We stand there for an unknown amount of time until I get a small urge. I dig into my back pocket and take out a cigarette, letting it hang from my lips loosely.

As I search for my lighter the cigarette is plucked from my lips.

"Father Marks seemed pretty shaken up when he left." Rossi says before flicking the cigarette to the ground.

"With good reason." I say annoyed that Rossi threw away my cig.

"You're still pissed I threw you under the bus with him yesterday." Rossi speaks aloud.

"Am I?" Morgan asks blatantly.

"I was just giving you an opportunity for personal growth." Rossi says looking at the road in front of us. At this Morgan chuckles before looking over at him.

"I know you Dave. People tell you you can't do something and you do it anyway. It's in your nature." Morgan says.

"If you knew all that why did you tell me you didn't want to talk to the priest?" Rossi questions.

"I was giving you an opportunity for personal growth." Morgan uses Rossi's own words. I smile softly before Morgan tugs my hand.

"Where you two going." Rossi asks.

"I'm going to apologize." Morgan answers before flinging his arm over my shoulder as we walk to the Church a few blocks down.

We walk into the fairly dark room. All the candles are lit and a woman sits there in a praying position peacefully. Morgan unwraps his arm from my shoulder as he looks around the church. Once we see no ones there we speak to the woman.

"Sorry to interrupt but I'm looking for father Marks." Morgan says. A second later candles start to turn off causing Morgan and I to jump.

"You saw that too right?" Morgan asks me.

"No Morgan, I wasn't only standing right next to you." I tell him sarcastically as I hold a hand to my chest. Morgan gives me a glare before looking back at the woman.

"Ma'am?" I ask uneasily once she doesn't answer the first times we talked to her. We are met with more silence causing me to draw my weapon and slowly approach her.

"Ma'am are you okay?" Morgan asks just as I tap her shoulder. Her body collapses to the side startling me. A large bloody pentagram is carved in her chest and ligature marks bruise her body.  I clasp my hand over my mouth before sighing and closing my eyes.

"She's dead." I whisper once checking her pulse. Morgan calls Hotch and gets everyone to the scene.

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We all sit in the station going over the new information. Once my phone rings I answer and put it on speaker.

"Okay hun, you're on speaker." I speak before putting my phone in the center of the table.

"I can't find any mental patients in Florida that have the charming cocktail of being both sadist and a cannibal. However, Hazelwood mental institution is a place to go when looking for Florida's most dangerous kind of wackos, and they had a fire in 1998 that destroyed all their records." She says quickly.

"How far is Hazelwood?" Hotch asks.

"70 miles." Reid says instantly.

"JJ tell them Reid and I on our way." Hotch says as he gets up and gets his coat. Reid and a Hotch leave in an instant leaving the rest of us to wait for their call.

Less than an hour later I receive a call from Hotch.

"Isla we've got something. I need a name, Reid." Hotch says to Reid who is with him. Soft mumbling is heard on the other side before Hotch's stern voice reminds him. "A name."

"Floyd Feylinn Ferrell." Reid voice announces loudly.

"Feylinn?" The detective asks next to me.

"You know him?" Rossi asks him.

"Sure I do." He says.

"Get here as soon as possible Hotch." I say before shutting off the phone and zipping on a bullet proof vest.

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Two updates in a day, haven't done that in a while. Hope you enjoyed this extremely long chapter.

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