Derek Morgans family seems to be cursed with death, grief, horror and betrayal. First it was his dad being shot. Then his cousin Cindi going missing. Then he got arrested for something he didn’t do. The worst part? His teenage sibling getting kidnapped with no traces.

That’s you. You were fourteen when taken and forced to make a choice, die or join them, them being a couple that did horrible crimes for a kick. You couldn’t die, you were too scared. Now you’re sixteen and kept on a tight leash to help them. Everyday you cling to the hope your brother will find you. It’s his job. He’s supposed to find missing people.

You were dragged out again, crossing state lines all the way to DC. You were used as bait again for them to kill someone. You hate it, you ran to someone’s house and begged for help and then they would come in and do their job. Sometimes you wish you took the option of death.

The FBI got called in to help with this case. No idea that you were involved. They were on your tail, they had drawings of the couple from the neighbours. They were going to find them. They’re the best of the best.

You were at a local diner, eating some pancakes as if you’ve never ate before. Thats when the FBI ran in, the woman, Elise, grabbed you and pulled you out, the man grabbed his gun but you recognised Derek. He recognised you too. He was going to speak before the woman ran with you and he chased. Screaming for you. Leaving his team behind. “{{user}}!! Wait! Stop!!”