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One Heart (Derek Morgan x Daughter! Reader)

Request; May I request a Derek Morgan x reader where the reader is his teenage adopted daughter who was taken from her home while Derek was at work, and he cant seem to think straight and snaps at other workers because the reader had a rough life before he took her in and now he feels like he just makes it worse? Fluffy end please with the reader finally calling Derek 'dad'

Ive never written for Derek before so I hope this is good :)

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"How did school go today?"

You scoot forward in your desk, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, the other skimming down notes from your computer,

"Good, actually," You answer quickly, trying not to write down what you were saying, "I passed my algebra test with an A plus, my theropist came in and had lunch with me too,"

"Thats good," Derek chuckles, "Listen, I'll be home late tonight, we're about to set out to Los Vegas. I put some money on top of the fridge so you can call in a pizza,"

"Awesome," You laugh, standing up to grab said money so you could call right after, "Can I get a soda too?"

You dont hear Dereks answer, because the thud of a glass vase outside your bedroom has you pausing, Derek silencing, "What was that?"

"I think someones in the house," You move across your room, slowly opening your door to peak out. A man in black spins around to look at you, your gasp audible as you slam your door, back pressed to the wood, "Someones in the house!"

"Y/N, stay calm," Derek stands up from where he sat at the large round table, Spencer and Garcia looking up at his sudden panic, "In your closet, theres a gun hidden at the top shelf. Lock your bedroom door and grab it,"

"A gun?" Your voice squeaks through, and you push away from door, spinning when the door is kicked open,

"Hands behind your head," The man demands, your back presisng to the wall behind you, "Now!"

The man moves forward, fist knocking your phone from your hand, Derek flinching at the static of his phone,

"Y/N?" He tries, eyes darting around in terror, "Y/N!?"

"Derek, whats going on?" Spencer stands up, Derek slamming his phone on the table and cursing out loud,

"Dammit! Someone broke into the house with Y/N in it. Spencer, come with me," Derek exits the office, Emily and JJ glancing over at his rising voice,

"Everything okay?" Emily asks worriedly, Spencer looking at her apologetically as he locks his gun on his belt,

"We think something happened to Y/N, we need to postpone the Los Vegas case,"

JJ pushes away from her desk, looking over at Hotch,

"Everyone head there. We need to see if shes still in the neighborhood,"

. . .

Derek walks up to the porch of his home, gun clutched in his fist when spotting the front door had been kicked open,

"Shit," Derek steps in, eyes searching the living room, "Y/N? Y/N, are you here?"

"Her door's been kicked down," Spencer examines, picking up your shattered phone,

"The house is empty," Emily calls, Derek exhaling a deep breath he was holding, arms falling at his sides. Derek brings his hands to his head, eyes pinching shut before he steps back, exiting the house and moving to Garcia at the car, demanding to search for security cameras in the neighborhood,

"Got it," Garcia types aimlessly on her laptop, pulling up the nearest camera on a streetlight, "Oh my, God, it's the unsub from the last case- the one who got away freely,"

Derek puts a hand on her shoulder, moving the screen up for him to watch. The unsub, Cash, had his arms around your upper body, dragging you down your driveway,

Your screams are heard, Derek looking away and clenching his jaw, "God dammit," He leans away, Garcia looking at him worriedly, "I fucking knew-"

"Morgan, lets calm down," Garcia slides out of the car, hands at his chest, "We're going to find her, maybe he took her to one of the places he was hiding in last time,

"When I adopted her, I knew there would be trouble, that our family is different. She went through so much shit with her birth parents and the orphanage, and I thought I could give her a better life," Derek shakes his head, "Now shes probably getting raped or shot at,"

"We all know that Cash was originally going for women in their older twenties, early thirties," Spencer pulls of his glove, handing Derek your phone, "But why Y/N, a teenage girl, it doesnt go with his interest,"

"Because I tried to get him arrested," Derek grunts, "Locate his old hide outs. We're trying those places first,"

"Tell me about yourself,"

Derek leans forward in his chair, eyes trained on the pale girls face,

You lift a shoulder, hair falling in your face, "What's there to tell?" You look to the side, "Both my parents were killed and Im a runaway from an orphanage because they beat me,"

"What are your talents? Full name? Dreams?"

"Why do you care?" You snap, Derek exhaling through his nose and smiling weakly,

"Well I figured if we're going to become family, Id have to get to know your interests," Derek raises an eyebrow, noticing your eyes flickering to the adoption papers in front of him,

You swallow, sitting up, "I like school," You start, "Lots of kids think its absolutely retarded and that I wont get anywhere in life, but I made straight As in school until I became an orphan and they pulled me out of school,"

"Im sure you and my good friend Spencer will get along great," Derek smiles, and your eyes move from the papers to his own,

"You're serious? You want to adopt me?"

"Only if you want me to," Derek winks, your lips pulling into a smile,

"Would it be weird to hug you?" You slowly stand up, Derek chuckling and moving around the table,

"Its a great start,"

"On my count," Hotch sticks up a hand, two fingers pointed, "Three,"

Derek tightens his fingers around his gun, jaw slacked, eyes trained on the door next to him,

"Two,"

He could hear your sobs, the sobs he hoped he would never hear again because you should always be happy, yet somethings happened to you and he couldnt stop it,

"One,"

Derek lifts his leg and jabs his foot against the wood, knocking it off of his henges and stepping inside, raising his gun,

"Stay back!" Cash jerks your body upwards to pin you against his chest, arm wrapped at your neck and gun pressed to your jaw, "Or I shoot the kid,"

"Alright alright," Derek puts both hands up, stepping back so he was beside Emily, "Just let her go,"

"Why? You tried to take me to jail," Cash grins, your eyes pinching shut when the metal presses harder to your skin, "You need to feel how I feel,"

"Cash, I know you lost someone really important," Emily starts, Derek training his eyes on the tears on your cheeks, "But you wouldnt kill a teenage girl,"

"Watch me," Cash snarls, "She's gonna suffer just like I did,"

Your eyes open, rimmed red, your mouth opening to gasp in a breath, "Dad," You plea, and attempt to tug on the mans arm, "Please, let me go!"

Derek inhales deeply, closing an eye to aim,

"Derek, stop!" Emily demands, Cash closing both eyes when a gunshot runs through the air,

. . .

"Her heartrate is unstable, get her in a breathing mask!" The shouts of a paramedic draws your eyes open, head turning just barely to look up at said paramedic,

"Can you tell me her name?" The paramedic looks up, and a deep voice answers her question,

"Y/N," Derek answers quickly, eyes snapping down to you, "Y/N Morgan,"

"What is your relation to Y/N?" The paramedic asks, helping lift the wheeler into the ambulance,

"I'm her father," Derek clenches his jaw at the side glance from the paramedic, "I adopted her three weeks ago,"

"Where was she before she was taken?" The paramedic continues, Derek climbing into the ambulance next to her,

"A-at home," Derek clears his throat to hide the tightness in his chest, leaning over to take your hand, "We started letting her stay home alone while Im at work,"

"She's hyperventilating," Another paramedic rushes, Derek looking away from your face when you gasp in, eyes opening in a panic,

"Sir, I need you to talk to her, try to calm her down," The paramedic looks up at Derek with worry, moving to the side so Derek could sit next to you, grasping your fingers,

"Hey, Y/N, baby," Derek draws his fingers across your knuckles, watching your eyes peal open to look at him,

"Dad?" You murmur, voice blocked by the breathing mask, and Derek smiles tearily, bringing your hand to his lips, nodding,

"Im right here. They're going to take care of you,"

"Please dont leave me alone," You whimper, eyes pinching shut to release a tear. Derek leans up, pressing his mouth to your forehead,

"Never, I promise,"

. . .

"Derek!"

The man turns sharply at Garcias call, catching the blonde woman running in her heels down the white tiled hallway, JJ and Spencer in tow,

"Are you okay?" Garcia asks breathlessly, catching sight of Dereks tears and the blood on his hands, "Where is she now?"

"Surgery," Derek swallows, fingers curling into fists and eyes pinching shut so his team couldnt see the tears, "God, if only I had been there to protect her,"

"No no, sweetie," Garcia slides her arms around Dereks shoulders, pulling him forward so his own arms were forced to wrap at her backside, "None of this will ever be your fault,"

Derek releases a breath he didnt realize he was holding, nose in Garcias shoulder and tears now slipping,

"Derek Morgan?" A high voice calls out to the grown man, who sharply pulls away from Garcia to stare at a nurse with a tight bun and a weak smile, "Are you here for Y/N Morgan?"

"Yes," Derek breathes, "Where is she? Can I see her?"

"Surgery went well," The nurse nods, watching Dereks shoulders slump with relief, "They're getting her settled, she's awake and has asked for you, along with a Spencer Reid? Uncle?"

"Um, yes," Spencer smiles shyly, and the nurse waves her hand,

"If you could follow me, I can show you her room, we suggest only two visitors at a time to not pressure her with surroundings, but she should be settled for more later in the day,"

She stops at a door, smiling a third time, "Please let me know if her pain meds wear off and she starts feeling pain again,"

Derek enters the room, Spencer giving a quick thank you, following him inside as Garcia and JJ sat in the hallway,

"Hey babygirl," Derek smiles when your eyes find his face, your lips tugging upwards slightly,

"Hey,"

Derek slides a chair next to the bed and takes your hand, waiting for Spencer to move to the side of the bed before continuing, "How're you feeling?"

"Woozy," You laugh softly, Derek chuckling as Spencer grins, "Did you catch him?" You slur, "The guy?"

"We caught him," Derek nods, "He wont get to you anymore, I promise,"

"It's so bright in here," You grumble, looking around at the white walls and ceilings, "I hate hospitals,"

"Im starting to hate them too," Derek sighs, "You'll be out of here soon, okay?"

"Can you stay with me?" You ask tiredly, eyes meeting his, "I dont want to be alone,"

"You're never going to be alone," Derek tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Spencer stepping back when Derek places his hand at your cheek,

Spencer steps into the hallway, Garcia looking up and JJ sitting straighter,

"Lets come back tomorrow," Spencer suggests quietly, "Shes tired, I think they just need each other right now,"

"Shes okay?" JJ breathes, Spencer nodding and following them down the hall, "What did she say?"

"She complained about the walls and ceiling being too bright, which I would too in her shoes,"

. . .

"Talk to me Baby girl,"

"Alright so I have two results, Chase Longhorn is a life time vet since two thousand and six, he went missing just eight weeks ago so it cant be him," Garcia types aimlessly on her computer, "Then Hank Thomas, he was also a vet but soon quit and became a full doctor,"

"Hey," You step into the office, Garcia looking away from her computer to send you a smile, 'I got the hot chocolates,"

You sit in the rolling chair next to her, hearing Derek chuckle on the phone, "Better save me some,"

"I dont know," You tease, sipping the hot drink, "I'll probably go steal the last packet,"

"Now that's just rude," Derek grunts, "Have you taken your meds?"

"She took two during breakfast with JJ and I this morning, and then two more when we went for McDonalds," Garica answers easily, sending you a wink before taking a drink of her own,

"Awesome," Derek smiles on his side of the phone, "Thanks for taking care of her while Im not there,"

"Of course!" Garcia beams, "Shes just like my own child,"

You roll your eyes and smile, leaning back in your seat and sipping your drink, closing your eyes and sighing with relief,

Ending it here because Im out of ideaasss send in requests!!

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Lost then Found (Emily Prentiss x Wife! Reader)

Request; Can you write your favorite episode from Criminal Minds? It can be any pairing I just love your writing :)

Add on; Emily Prentiss was supposedly dead, leaving her wife, the reader, and their sperm donated daughter behind. Hotch has important news for the BAU, Emily is not dead, kept secret to save her. Emily comes to the BAU office as a surprise, but Reader isnt happy to see Emily after leaving her to be miserable. There is a fluffy ending, so, enjoy

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"Get anywhere with Doyle?"

You sink down into your rolling chair next to JJ, clasping a stack of papers in front of you and laying them down neatly,

"Goyle doesnt think Gerace has the guts to take him on," Derek answers, eyes looking up at Garcia clicking buttons on a remote,

"But thats definitely Gerace on the tape," Garcua sighs, waving her arms around, "His scar matches his description,"

Hotch steps in, your lips tugging upwards in a small smile, "Welcome back,"

Hotch nods his head once, leaning against the large table and flickering his eyes around, "Thanks. Everyone take a seat,"

"Why?" Derek asks, nothingless sitting down next to Rossi, "What's going on? Everything alright?"

"Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team," Hotch crosses his arms, eyes glancing at you before looking straight ahead, "As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle,"

He pauses when he catches you inhaling deeply, leaning farther into your seat and averting your gaze to pick at the paper clip in your hand,

"But the doctors were able to stablize her," Your eyes look over to Hotch, his gaze firm on you, "And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda,"

Derek looks over at Rossi, who quickly looks at you and notices you dropping the paper clip,

"Her identity was need-to-know," Hotch continues, "And she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities,"

"She's alive?" Garcia gasps, her watering eyes looking to you

You clench your jaw, eyes falling shut, before you push yourself away from the table, exiting the office with quick steps,

"Wait," Derek calls, Hotch putting out a hand,

"We figured she would be the one to take it the hardest. Its best to leave her be until shes ready to talk again. If anyone has any issues they should be directed towards me,"

"Any issues?" Derek growls, Garcia looking at him with a panic, "Yeah I have issues. You lied to Y/N, saying that her wife was dead and left her with a child to raise on her own, they were a perfect family!"

"I think that anger is directed towards me," Derek turns his head, eyes landing a familiar black haired woman, "Where is she?"

"Do you really think she'd want to talk to you?" Derek turns his body so he is facing Emily, eyes burning, "You lied to her, all of us,"

"I'll explain, I promise," Emily exhales, setting down her bag and looking at Hotch, "But please, I need to see her,"

"She just left," Hotch answers firmly, Emily nodding and stepping back, exiting the office,

Garcia sharply looks at Hotch, standing up when almost immediately a shout from a BAU member echoes from the outside of the office,

Spencer follows Garcia out to the desks in the main area, in time to you crossing your arms and staring at Emily, your eyes watering and releasing some tears,

"Was I ever going to know?" You raise a shoulder, sniffling and wiping your cheek, "I had to tell (Daughter/Name), that her mother was dead. Dead! Shes two years old Emily, she shouldnt have to be told that, only for us to find out it was a lie!"

"I know your mad," Emily whispers, her own eyes shimmering, "And you have every, every right to be, I'm so sorry, Y/N,"

"Are you?" You scoff, dropping your head to hide more tears that continued to fall, "Youve been gone for seven God damn months, Emily. You missed (D/N)s first steps, you missed her saying Mommy for the first time!"

"I didnt mean for it to happen," Emily pleas, not stopping the one tear that slipped down her jaw, "You dont know how many times I wanted to call you, to come home to be with you and our baby again,"

"Why didnt you?" You whisper, swallowing thickly, "We could have figured this out together. Emily, I was miserable. We've fought so much to get where we were. The wedding was cancelled, twice, because of a case we both had to do. We couldnt find the right sperm donor and it took us a year to find one. Then we find out the sperm donor was a murderer and came after me and our baby. Emily, you cant just leave me like that,"

"I just wanted to protect you," Emily says calmly, your body falling weak from the yelling and tears,

"Baby," Emily exhales, and you allow her to move closer, arms pulling you against her, "Im so sorry," Her lips rest at your temple, eyes shutting tightly,

You press your ear to her chest, eyes falling shut as she draws her thumb over your cheek,

"Please forgive me," Emily pulls back slightly, hands resting at your face carefully, "I don't want this to be in the way of our marriage, of (D/N),"

"You get to tell her the truth when shes old enough to understand," You mumble, Emily breaking into a weak smile before leaning down, her lips meeting yours,

Your fingers curl at her shirt, Emily pulling back far enough to rest her forehead on yours, Garcia clapping and walking down the stairs to jog up to you, "Please tell me you're coming to the dinner tonight at Rossis with that sweet child of yours,"

"I might need to get settled in at home first," Emily raises an eyebrow, Hotch clearing his throat,

"You two go home," He demands, "We'll handle this case. Catch up,"

. . .

"Did you keep it on?"

Emily looks up from her spot at the dresser, looking at you through the mirror as she clipped on her earrings,

"Keep what on?"

You place the last pin in your hair, walking up to her in your flats and sweater dress, "The ring,"

"Of course," Emily murmurs, sticking out her ring hand, "What about you? If I had been dead you shouldve taken it off, no?"

"I didnt have the guts," You sigh, taking her hand and fiddling with her fingers, "I also had an allergic reaction on my hand so it swelled and the ring was stuck,"

Emily snorts, bringing your hand to your lips and kissing the back, looking over at a wail,

"I didnt forget about you, mini Prentiss," Emily leans over the crib in the corner of the large roon, lifting the toddler up and propping (D/N) on her hip,

Emily presses a kiss to (D/N)s cheek, tucking hair behind her ear and smiling at you,

"Shoot, its nearly seven," You glance down at your phone, "We should get going,"

. . .

"Well dont you three look amazing," Derek extends his arms out and lifts (D/N) from Emilys arms, smiling at you and Emily,

"Thank you," You laugh, "Feels good for everything to go back to normal,"

"Finally! You're here!" Garcia runs up, opening and closing her hands to becon your daughter from Derek, "Hi there!" She gasps, the toddler blinking at the blonde, "Remember me? I'm your aunty Garcia,"

Garcia looks at you, squinting her eyes, "Im stealing your kid," She backs up, Emily grinning before shouting at her,

"Please dont give her wine!"

You elbow Emilys side, as she laughs, linking your arm with hers and following Derek to the kitchen, where JJ, Spencer, Hotch and Rossi all greet with cheers

You put your free hand on Emilys arm, leaning into her side, her arm sliding to your waist and tucking you against her, resting her lips on your forehead and clanking her wine glass with yours,

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Tearing Apart (Spencer Reid x Reader)

We finally hit the big 2-0-0! Recent anon I WILL get to your story soon, enjoy

Imagine; Going missing after a rows of killings occur in the city. Spencer and Garcia are the only ones that know you, and are struggling to comprehend with finding you until the rest of the team find out why; You're Garcias best friend and the mystery wife the team has teased Spencer about for over two years.

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"Guys,"

Garcia stands at the door of the office, face conjured in twisted worry, "We have a case,"

Her eyes look at Spencer, the man taking no notice as he stands and makes way into the office with the large table,

Garcia presses a button on her remote, and a woman comes up on screen that has Spencer inhaling a deep breath, Matt and Luke sharing glances,

"Y/N Reid. Twenty seven year old female who went missing in town just this morning. She never showed up to work and a friend found her phone in her car, her car with a shattered windshield in the driveway of her home. We think (Unsub/Name) has something to do with it,"

Garcias voice was low, and JJ raises a hand, stopping the blonde,

"Repeat her name, Garcia,"

Despite the situation, Garcia finds her lips tugging upwards, "Y/N Reid,"

Luke laughs out, biting his tongue, "So shes the mystery wife?"

"This isnt a moment to be smiling and cheering just because you found out who my wife is, Luke," Spencer sits up in his seat, "I dont mean to sound rude but I called Y/N this morning and she never answered, I should have gone and checked up on her,"

"Spence," Garcia soothes, "She's okay, I'm sure. Shes a strong girl, and we're going to find her,"

"How?" Spencer twists his ring on his finger, eyes glossing over but hiding it from Matt and Luke, "How can we find her when she doesnt have her phone on her? We can pinpoint her location,"

"We know (U/N) is the kidnapper. He was last seen just an hour ago in (Hotel/Name), he might be holding her there," Garcia reassures, and Matt stands up, the team glancing at him,

"Lets go get her then,"

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"Everything will be okay,"

You grunt as nub fingers grab at your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to stare at one brown eye, the other grey, indicating the man was half blind,

"I'll protect you from anymore harm (Random/Girl/Name)," He soothes, your eyebrows furrowing,

"My name isnt (R/G/N)," You choke out, (U/N) tisking and dragging you forward, the ropes at your wrists slightly jerking you back,

"I wont let harm come for you anymore. I'll keep you safe, you can stay here with me. He wont get to you anymore," His voice cracks, and you realize that he thinks you are an old lover of his, making you scrunch up your face,

"Let me go," You demand, (U/N) leaning away and narrowing his eye's,

"Is that how you treat your soon to be husband?"

Eyes wide, you pull harshly at the restraints at your arms, effortlessly kicking your legs but they are pinned to the legs of the chair,

"Im fucking married," You hiss through your teeth, and (U/N) draws his arm up, hand finding your face harshly,

"Listen here little girl," His hand grabs at your jaw, nails digging into your skin,

"FBI!" The door is thrown open, and two figures step in; Spencer and Matt, "(U/N), step away from the victim,"

(U/N) looks over slowly, just before moving behind you, arm at your chest and found blade pressing to your upper neck, "Make me,"

Jaw locking, Spencer sharply aims his gun, eyes hooded over, "Release her or I shoot,"

The unsub is quick to dart his eyes down to you, and just as his arm moves to swipe at your neck, a large gunshot is sounded through the apartment, and you are left with the blade dropped in your lap, the unsub collapsed at the floor behind you,

Your breaths are quick, eyes pinched shut, your body flinching when hands come to your head, but you open your eyes to meet the orbs of Spencer Reid,

His hands slide under your hair, forehead meeting yours as he closes his eyes and breathes out, then slides away to release your hands and ankles,

You lean forward, arms wrapping at his shoulders, where Spencer moves his own around your back, lips at your temple,

He leads you to stand up, and Matt smiles, introducing himself with a shake of your hand,

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"Oh my goodness thank god you're here and alive and okay!!"

You laugh at Garcia's thankful cry, running towards you and arms throwing themselves around you,

"Im Okay," You squeeze the blonde girl tightly, and Spencer smiles, Garcia leaning back, palm of her hand holding your chin,

"He did this to you?"

You press your lips together, nodding, "But I'm okay 'Cia, promise. Spencer got there in time,"

Garcia stares at your face, before releasing you and sighing, "Well, alright. As long as you are okay. Now, I suggest you two get home; I have a surprise for you in the driveway,"

"You didn't," You breathe out a laugh, Garcia grinning, "Please tell me you didn't,"

"Its a brand new (Favorite/Car)! Curtousy of muah, I know, I'm the bestest best friend ever," Garcia presses her hand to her mouth, smacking it like blowing a kiss,

"You are, thank you Garcia," Embracing once more, you lean away and before you take off to go back to the safe boundaries of your home, you are introduced to JJ and Luke

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"Garcia really outdid herself, huh?"

You trail your fingers across the hood of the new (favorite/Color) (favorite/Car), smiling widely,

"Just wants her best friend happy," Spencer answers, watching with wonder as you circle the car,

"Im happy enough to just be alive. You and Matt, you saved me, Spence," You say softly, and look up to meet his eye's,

"I wouldve done it for anyone," He replies, and you walk up to him, where he slowly slides his hands to your hips,

"Spencer," You inhale, "I know right now isnt the time, but," You move your fingers to run through his long hair, "I think I'm ready to have kids,"

Spencer finds his eyes boring into yours, a smile on his lips,

Dragging you closer, his mouth locks to yours, eyes shutting, "I would love that," He murmurs, "and I'm sure Garcia would love to be a godmother,"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!!!"

You turn around sharply, staring at Garcia jumping out of the car with JJ,

"No no no," You laugh out, "Not yet,"

"Oh I am SO spoiling your kid. Auntie Garcia is gonna be the best yet!!!"

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