Lost's Test Thread DNP -- but I know you'll stalk me anyway
Sept 26, 2014 18:05:04 GMT -5
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Post by xxLostChildrenxx on Sept 26, 2014 18:05:04 GMT -5
Morgan
“We are tied to the ocean, and when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back from whence we came.”
His own voice echoed in his head as the evenly toned male lay his head against the pillows of his bed. Thoughts spinning ‘round like a carousel of bad memories for the man who couldn’t seem to escape himself or others. Derek Morgan sat up in bed, forced himself up and got dressed absentmindedly. Whatever thoughts consumed him, were too numerous and rapid firing to place and steady, so he simply allowed them to just be. It wasn’t until Morgan was just about to head out for a workout that this cell phone rang. He answered it once the caller ID identified his mother, and chirped a happy, deep hello before he heard the woman’s frantic voice on the other end.
Almost expecting to hear that he had to fly to his mother’s aide, Morgan was tensed with expectations of having to run in wielding an ax. He was protective like that. After listening silently for the duration of the woman’s panic, Morgan’s expression went from bad to worse as the details of the story she was informing him of came to light.
“You sure?” he stammered into the phone. When the story was confirmed, Morgan finished the conversation assuring his mother that things would be all right. Somehow, someway he would make it better, and make it work.
After hanging up, Morgan used the rest of his focus to gather his keys, wallet, and fix his clothing to a more professional look, before taking off at a run towards his car. He didn’t care about other’s weird stares, only that he was in his car and squealing off towards HQ. This situation was going to be fixed and fast.
As he pulled into the parking lot and sprinted to the building, Morgan allowed the thoughts to sink in. She was gone. Kidnapped. Missing. The man had struck again. And he had taken her. HER! Out of all people. The fucking bastard had to choose HER. As moved frantically around the office, Morgan was only comforted when a hand shot out behind him and clasped down on his shoulder.
Garcia held him down with a gentle, reassuring grip, and that was when Morgan knew that they all knew. As their own story came to light about a second missing girl, an undercover cop, Morgan knew he was striking again fast. Meaning he was giving a finale show soon, especially since the girls had been kidnapped rather close together.
It wasn’t until Reid entered the scene that Morgan really allowed the attention around him to get to him. He smiled at his teammate, though the smile was less than genuine and reassuring. “There’s a second one,” he managed to say, looking still in a state of shock as he watched Spencer’s reaction to the news. He didn’t flinch, meaning he already knew about it.
“Let’s stop standing around and let’s get to work,” he chimed towards his team, making a shooing motion with his hand to those around him. “We need these girls back alive, and fast. The unsub is not going to wait around for us to play cat and mouse. He means business.”
His own voice echoed in his head as the evenly toned male lay his head against the pillows of his bed. Thoughts spinning ‘round like a carousel of bad memories for the man who couldn’t seem to escape himself or others. Derek Morgan sat up in bed, forced himself up and got dressed absentmindedly. Whatever thoughts consumed him, were too numerous and rapid firing to place and steady, so he simply allowed them to just be. It wasn’t until Morgan was just about to head out for a workout that this cell phone rang. He answered it once the caller ID identified his mother, and chirped a happy, deep hello before he heard the woman’s frantic voice on the other end.
Almost expecting to hear that he had to fly to his mother’s aide, Morgan was tensed with expectations of having to run in wielding an ax. He was protective like that. After listening silently for the duration of the woman’s panic, Morgan’s expression went from bad to worse as the details of the story she was informing him of came to light.
“You sure?” he stammered into the phone. When the story was confirmed, Morgan finished the conversation assuring his mother that things would be all right. Somehow, someway he would make it better, and make it work.
After hanging up, Morgan used the rest of his focus to gather his keys, wallet, and fix his clothing to a more professional look, before taking off at a run towards his car. He didn’t care about other’s weird stares, only that he was in his car and squealing off towards HQ. This situation was going to be fixed and fast.
As he pulled into the parking lot and sprinted to the building, Morgan allowed the thoughts to sink in. She was gone. Kidnapped. Missing. The man had struck again. And he had taken her. HER! Out of all people. The fucking bastard had to choose HER. As moved frantically around the office, Morgan was only comforted when a hand shot out behind him and clasped down on his shoulder.
Garcia held him down with a gentle, reassuring grip, and that was when Morgan knew that they all knew. As their own story came to light about a second missing girl, an undercover cop, Morgan knew he was striking again fast. Meaning he was giving a finale show soon, especially since the girls had been kidnapped rather close together.
It wasn’t until Reid entered the scene that Morgan really allowed the attention around him to get to him. He smiled at his teammate, though the smile was less than genuine and reassuring. “There’s a second one,” he managed to say, looking still in a state of shock as he watched Spencer’s reaction to the news. He didn’t flinch, meaning he already knew about it.
“Let’s stop standing around and let’s get to work,” he chimed towards his team, making a shooing motion with his hand to those around him. “We need these girls back alive, and fast. The unsub is not going to wait around for us to play cat and mouse. He means business.”