Butterflies

Isla's POV:

We get a call about a potential fourth victim so Hotch sends JJ and Rossi to the scene while he interviews the victims wife.

I sit at my desk looking over our files when a hand grazes over my shoulders. Large hands set themselves on top of them and a face gazes my cheek.

"How you doing mama?" Morgan asks in my ear. I turn around in my chair and sigh.

"I feel so bad about these poor people." I admit to him. He nods and grabs a chair sitting next to me.

"Yeah me too." He agrees. After a moment of silence he gets up from his chair and presses his lips to mine for a quick and playful kiss. By the time I close my eyes he already breaks the kiss and goes to sit back in front of me.

I open my eyes with a small smile playing on my lips.

"What was that for?" I ask with a chuckle. He shrugs and scoots his rear closer to the edge of the chair and spreads his legs open in a slight stretch.

"Nothing, it was getting a bit too sad in here. We should be celebrating." He says in a light voice.

"Celebrating? What exactly?" I ask tilting my head.

"Well the adoption agency sent us an email this morning, but you were a bit busy." He tells me with a smirk.

"They did? What'd they say?" I ask in a lighter mood.

"That we should be able to be parents and have the kids move in with us in a few months." He beams. I bite my lip as a large smile breaks onto my face.

"I cant wait to be a family with you Morgan." I tell him as I stand up from my chair and give him a slow kiss on the lips. We break it after a few seconds and Morgan's eyes look up at me.

"I cant wait to be with you forever." He says in a dreamy voice. I hook my hand behind his neck and give him one last kiss.

"I don't know, forever is a long timeeee." I say dragging the sentence in a playful voice.

"Don't back out on me now Del la Cruz." He warns in a teasing manor.

"Never in a million years." I reply.

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Hotch comes back along with the rest of the team about an hour later. He tapes all the victims drawings to the wall and stands in front of them. We all sit on our desks in a demi circle looking at him.

"We profiled these victims had a pre exiting condition. I think this is it. They are dosed into believing fiction that they all shared." Hotch speaks aloud.

"How would the unsub know that?" Morgan asks.

"Because he was there, the last time these victims were together and made up a story that they believed, in 1985." Hotch answers.

"Makes sense. They were 3-4ish years old. They cant tell the difference from fiction and reality." I add.

"Exactly this puts us right at the height of the satanic ritual abuse regulations." Hotch speaks as he looks at all of us.

"Oh, crap." Rossi says lowly. 

"This is completely different circumstances." Prentiss adds.

"Was it? Throughout the 1980s, pre school age kids made accusations against their teachers." Hotch informs.

"270 cases by 1988. Numerous innocent teachers had their careers and lives ruined, and all the cases were debunked." Reid says in a fast paced tone.

"By the BAU and the Lanning Report, thank you very much." Rossi says.

"Except that was a mass hysteria involving kids and teachers. But these victims were adopted." Prentiss points out.

"That's what's been throwing us off this trail." I sigh rubbing my tired eyes.

"These victims could have all made accusations about seeing the same thing, this monster." Hotch says pointing to the drawings on the walls.

"And when these kids say that they were raped (Daniel) and or dragged down the steps (Mr. Merrin) the cops believe them and not the teacher." I summarize.

"Thus ruining this persons life. And now he's taking revenge." Hotch concludes.

"Okay how do we find him?" JJ asks.

"Christine, maybe she can tell us where this group home was." Hotch answers her question.

"But she's no talking." Rossi tells us.

"Then we use the unsubs signature." I tell him.

"He doesn't have one." Rossi counters confused.

"What was one thing that was the same besides the monsters?" I ask him hoping he catches on.

"The sage." Prentiss voices.

"Exactly, and I so happen to keep some in my desk." I say with a smirk.

"You and me both sister." Garcia says before lifting her hand up. I high five her back and open my drawer revealing a box to Hotch.

"Perfect, Rossi come on let's go see if we can get any answers." Hotch says before they both disappear.

Reid walks towards with a small smile.

"Really you believe in the whole spirits thing?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, in Caribbean culture there are many stories of the supernatural, better safe than sorry." I tell him with a chuckle. He follows in a small laugh as well.

"Well it came in handy." He tells me. I smile at him before ruffling his brown hair.

He huffs at me and walks away fixing it. I chuckle to myself and sit back at my desk.

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After 15 minutes the lights of the BAU start to flicker causing me to furrow my brows and look up. And in a matter of seconds the whole building goes black. My eyes widen as I have a difficult time seeing my own hand in front of me.

"Isla?" Morgan asks worried. I don't answer him right away, instead I look for a candle or flashlight in the drawers.

I open my last drawer and grab hold of a few candles.

"Isla?!" Morgan asks loudly and the sound of rustling is heard. His footsteps are heavy in search. I quickly light the candle with my lighter and hold it up to see that Morgan made his way to my desk.

The small orange light flickers in the dark office, lighting up the side of Morgan's face clearly. He sighs in relief and wraps an arm behind my head pulling me into him. I furrow my brows at his reaction and pull away, setting the candle on my desk.

I grab his face in mine examining his features in the dim light.

"What's wrong? You kinda freaked out for a second there." I ask him worried.

He looks away from me before dipping his head out of my hands, instead leaning his forehead over my heart. He lets out a deep sigh calming himself. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me into a hug. I slowly wrap my arms around his shoulders, his head still buried into me.

"I'm just worried about you." He finally says.

"Morgan you were 6 feet away from me. The lights just turned off." I tell him.

"I know...I know. I'm just scared of losing you. We are so close to being happy." He tells me.

"It's okay. I'm okay." I sooth.

"Guys? Where are you?" Reid and JJ's voice booms out. A small flicker of light comes around the corner causing Morgan and I to slowly let go of one another.

"Over here." I tell them. We all meet at my desk waiting for the backup generator to turn on.

I slide my rear on my desk, picking up my candle and lighting one for Morgan. He takes it from me, his hand grazing my own. A small flutter erupts in my stomach, a feeling I will never get used to.

No matter the amount of time, touching, or kissing, I still get jittery feelings when I'm around him. He's almost like a magnet of carefree pure happiness.

The sound of the door opening breaks my gaze upon Morgan, instead my eyes train on Hotch walking through the doors in long strides.

"Garcia is looking into who hacked in. Everything is down, even the backup generator." He informs us.

"Right when we got our best lead." Rossi says.

"Which is?" Prentiss asks.

"Mr. Scratch. That's the name of the monster at the home." Hotch clues us in.

"We could cross reference that name against old statements. We'd have to go through paper files." Reid thinks aloud.

"Do we have time for that?"JJ asks.

"I doubt it. He's quick, he probably found his next victim that made an accusation against him." I say.

A small cough is heard behind us revealing Garcia in a shaken mood.

"Whoever did this, he did a complete and total network and infrastructure shutdown." Garcia says as she walks us to her lair.

"I thought we had firewalls preventing that." Hotch asks in an annoyed voice.

"We do and that's what scares me. I managed to capture some of his hacking code. But okay okay this is good news." Garcia says pointing up a finger.

"It is?" I ask tilting my head.

"Mhm! Becauseeee he wasn't hacking us. He was looking for something in the witness protection files, cause that's what he raided first." Garcia informs us all.

"Do we know who he was looking for?" Morgan asks.

"Well that's the $64,000 question, isn't it? And I would pay you $64,000 for you to answer it. His encryption algorithms are beyond the beyond the BEYOND." She says waving her hand around her for emphasis.

"We need to figure out why he would take the risk to hack us." Rossi voices.

"Well like Isla said. He's going for every kid who made an accusation against him, so one of them is in witness protection." Prentiss states.

"And he saved the best for last, because if he killed whoever this victim is first we wouldn't still be here trying to solve this." I sigh as I come to this conclusion.

"Huh..." Reid says as he looks down at the pages of encryptions Garcia printed out.

"You see something pretty boy?" Morgan asks.

Reid now goes on a small explanation on how he can tell where the unsub learned how to encrypt, just by the way he hacked us.

"And where did he learn it from?" Prentiss asks.

"Harvard, which isn't known for math but when one is too good at math they go into a special class called math 55. And once they graduate they are too advanced and dangerous for them to have just any job. So the US government employs them right afterwards, specifically the NSA." Reid goes on.

"Now that makes sense now." Garcia whispers while Hotch takes out his phone. He makes a call as he brings his phone to his right ear.

"This is Agent Hotchner for Mr. Axelrod." he speaks. After a few seconds he starts to lose his patience.

"No, I won't hold. Tell him he has to meet me in 20 minutes." Hotch says angrily before hanging up and looking at me.

"Isla you start heading out soon. Morgan and I will join later on. As well as Reid and Rossi." Hotch instructs. I nod my head and grab my keys and bag. I tug the sleeves of my white v-neck long sleeve shirt up my arms so that they rest on my elbows.

"Alright, call me when you have something. I'll go patrol around until further instruction." I infrom everyone. They all wave bye as I start to leave.

"Wait! Hold up." Morgan says as he slightly jogs out the room.

"You sure you don't want me to come with?" He asks.

"You heard Hotch." I tell him.

"Yeah I know I heard him. But I just have a bad feeling today. Like somethings gonna happen." He insists. I lick my lips and place my hands on his shoulders, so he can look me in the eyes as I speak.

"Derek nothing is going to happen. You and everyone else will be joining me." I add. He looks away before nodding.

"Alright. Alright. I'm sorry okay. Just stay safe." He speaks before leaning down and giving a slow kiss on the lips.

"Always." I saw before winking. He bites the insides of his cheeks causing me to frown.

"Cheer up, maybe after this we can go home and do something fun." I say lowly.

He raises his brow at my suggestion. "My something fun or your something fun?" He asks.

"What's my something fun?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Gush over fictional characters as we are watching a marvel movie." He says in a teasing tone.

"I take offense to that. Just for that I'm taking sex away for a month." I warn him as I turn to leave.

"You wouldn't survive that long!" He says loudly as I am now almost down the hall.

I look over my shoulder and shine a bright smile. "You're right!" I yell back. I turn around and walk into the elevator. I hear his laughter causing me to smile to myself.

There goes the butterflies again.

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