Breaking Point

Derek’s world narrowed to the sharp pain in Makayla’s side and the frantic rush of his own heartbeat.

“Hold on, babygirl,” he said, voice steady but strained. “Help is on the way.”

Makayla’s breathing was shallow, but her eyes locked onto his, fierce and unyielding.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” she whispered, a small, defiant smile breaking through the pain.

Derek’s hands were steady as he pressed a cloth to her wound, but inside, panic simmered.

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer.

As the team arrived, Derek handed Makayla over to Prentiss and Garcia.

“Get her stabilized,” Derek ordered, then turned back to the dark warehouse.

The unsub wasn’t done. Not yet.

He moved with precision, tracking every shadow, every sound.

And then, a cold voice echoed through the empty space.

“You think this ends here, Morgan?”

Derek’s grip tightened on his weapon.

“Show yourself.”

A figure stepped into the dim light—the unsub.

The man who had haunted Makayla’s past.

The man Derek was going to stop, no matter the cost.