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Jolene faintly heard him walk into the room again. Her body burned with pain where every kick and punch had landed. She knew her leg was useless; she could feel her knee was dislocated. He's going to kill me this time, but I'm not going down without a fight. One eye was swollen shut but she forced the other one open. She could seem him practically running toward her through the fuzzy edges and black spots of her vision.

She gathered the last of the strength that she could muster, all she could find in the very core of her battered body. She lifted her arm, screaming through the searing pain of bones that she could feel grinding together as she made contact. Her arm burned white hot, and she felt her consciousness slip away.

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"Hotch, I've got a girl in here!" Derek Morgan yelled to his supervisor. He holstered his weapon and walked toward the lifeless body. He had prayed that they wouldn't find another victim; this would bring the serial arsonist turned killer's total up to 7. As he approached her body it suddenly came to life. She swung her arm out and connected with his chest causing him to jump back in surprise. He heard the bones in her broken arm grind against each other from the force of her punch, and then watched her go limp again.

"Morgan; get out now there's a bomb!" Hotchner yelled urgently from the front of the house.

Derek sprang into action, his body taking over causing him to act rather than think. He roughly grabbed the broken girl before him. She was cool to the touch, but he knew she was still alive. He clutched her to his chest and ran as quickly as he could, launching himself over the coffee table in the living room and out the front door. He only made it a few dozen feet before feeling the pressure from the bomb on his back moments before the explosion knocked them both to the ground.

Derek lifted his head from the ground, his vision swimming from the force of the blast. He could sense the team rushing toward him. He reached out an arm and took the victim by the hand. Hotchner reached him first. Derek opened his mouth but couldn't hear himself over the ringing in his ears. He could read his name on Hotch's lips so he tried one last time as he could feel a wave of unconsciousness approaching.

"She's…. alive."

When Derek opened his eyes again he saw the flashing lights of the ambulance turning down the street. The house was in flames, and he was vaguely aware of Hotchner trying to get him to wake up. Derek could feel his body slipping back into the dark unconsciousness but he pushed it back. He closed his eyes and focused his thoughts toward the hand that he was holding. If he could just hold on, maybe she would too. He could feel himself muttering she's alive, she's alive but he couldn't hear himself, and he wasn't sure anyone else could hear him either.

He didn't know that he had slipped into the blackness again until he woke up once more, this time on the ambulance. He was propped up against Hotchner, who was holding on to him. They had the girl on a stretcher and they were helping her. This time Derek felt stronger, and he could hear the slow beat of the heart monitor she was attached to.

"She's alive." He said again, looking over at his boss.

"Yeah Morgan, she's alive. Barely, and it's all because of you. Good work." A rare, small smile played on Hotch's face and he lightly squeezed Derek's shoulder. "Think you can stay awake this time buddy? They say that you're stable, but they want to check you for a concussion when we get to the hospital."

"Yeah, I'll be okay. It's unfortunately not the first time I've nearly been blown up." They both chuckled as a wave of nausea washed over Derek.

"Here." Hotchner handed him a bucket as he watched Derek's face turn green.

"Hey Hotch?" Derek asked when he was finished.

"Yeah?"

"Think I can apply for hazard pay for today?"

They both chuckled again as the ambulanced pulled into the hospital and Derek was led off into a wheelchair after the girl was rushed into surgery.

When Derek got to his room to wait on the test results he was met by another team member, J.J. She was one of the few girls that he worked with, and he could see that worry was covering her face. He grinned at her in an effort to calm her fears. Now that the nausea was passing and his ears weren't ringing any longer, he was actually beginning to feel much better. He figured he might have a mild concussion, and he had been treated for some minor burns on his back, but all in all it had been a much better prognosis than what he had originally anticipated.

"Derek are you okay?!" J.J. asked, rushing over to him as he walked into the room. "Hotch just texted me to tell everyone that you two were part of a bombing? And then he said something about you saving a seventh victim? What's going on?"

"I'm okay J.J. I promise. It's going to take more than a little bomb to take me out." He wrapped his arms around her in a quick hug to comfort her. "And yes, there was a seventh victim in the house, but she was still alive. Have you heard anything about her? Where is Hotch? I want to see her."

The more he was able to unscramble his mind, the more worried he became about this Jane Doe. They needed to figure out who she was so that they could contact her family and let them know about her condition. It wasn't very often that they found a victim that they weren't expecting while they were investigated a case, much less one that was still alive. A ghost of a smile played upon his lips as he remembered how she had tried to punch him when he first found her, but it didn't last long as he wondered what kind of torture she had been subject too.

The other six victims hadn't left them very many clues. They had all been found post explosion, so it was hard to tell what had happened to them before they died, what had happened postmortem, and what had been caused by the force and heat of the explosion. Derek remembered how light she had felt when he picked her up, yet how heavy her limp body had been. He knew that she at least had a dislocated knee and a broken arm, but he couldn't tell the extent of other injuries. Bruises must've been covered under a layer of grime, and who knows when the last time she had been offered anything to eat or drink. He only hoped that the blast and their fall hadn't caused too many other injuries.

"Are you okay Derek?" J.J. asked, putting her hand on his arm. He hadn't noticed that his hands had balled into fists while he had been lost in thought.

"Yeah I'm okay." He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax.

"To answer your questions I haven't heard anything about her, Hotch is speaking to doctors about her, and I don't think you can yet. You haven't even been discharged yourself. Why don't you sit down while we wait on your test results?"

"I don't want to sit." Derek began pacing the room. "We need to get to work. We need to find the bastard that did this to her."

"We will, I promise."

After what seemed like an eternity Derek was finally discharged from the hospital with minor burns and an extremely mild concussion. He immediately went looking for Hotchner to find out about their Jane Doe and figure out their next steps.

"I know that there is no use in telling you to go home, so let's go. We're heading back to the office to regroup and update everyone. I know they're worried about you." Hotch said as he walked into the waiting room.

"I'm fine. I keep telling you. Is our Jane Doe okay? How serious is it? Do we have a name yet? Anything?"

"I'll update you when we get back and get everyone together. But as of right now, it doesn't look good for her."

The fifteen minute drive back to HQ seemed to take an hour as the same questions kept rolling around in Derek's mind. Why did the unsub choose her? Why hasn't anyone reported her missing yet? Surely someone has to be missing her. Who is she? Is she going to live?

When Hotchner, J.J., and Derek got back to the offices they all made a b-line straight for the conference room where everyone else was gathered, including Derek's best friend Penelope Garcia. As soon as he walked in the room she jumped up and ran to him, wrapping him in a wordless hug.

"Easy baby girl, I'm okay." He pulled her close for a minute, finding comfort in her familiarity.

"You know, when I gave you the nickname Hot Stuff I didn't think you'd take it so literally." The room chuckled nervously at Garcia's joke, then settled down to get to work.

"Okay so there have been some new developments in the case today. We now have a victim who can hopefully give us a lot more information about our unsub seeing as how she is still alive. However, she is in very critical condition. She is very malnourished, has lost a lot of blood, has many broken bones in various stages of healing, and has been placed in a medically induced coma in hopes that it will help her body heal from the significant trauma it has sustained. That being said, we also don't know who she is. She has no identification on her, doesn't match any known reported missing persons files, and her DNA did not turn up any complete hits either. There was a partial match to a murder case a few years ago, and I called ahead and had Garcia pull up the file. This girl is currently our best link to the unsub, so we need to study her meticulously. Garcia." Hotchner nodded his head in her direction, wordlessly asking her to let the rest of the team know what she had found so far.

"Well the hit that her DNA turned up was a partial match to a Martin and Cassidy Abigail. They were murdered a few years ago along with their 10 year old son Trevor. She's the only surviving family member, Jolene. She was away at college when the rest of her family was murdered. There are no other family members.

I took the liberty of pulling up her social media accounts and she seems to only have one; a facebook account. I haven't been able to do the full extant of my snooping around, but upfront it appears as though she wasn't a very nice person and therefore doesn't seem to have any friends really. According to it she is also jobless and moved six months ago from Nashville after breaking up with her boyfriend." Garcia flashed some screen shots of Jolene's facebook account on the screen, and Derek couldn't believe the harsh words and messages that he was seeing.

"The content doesn't seem to match, some of it seems… off somehow." Spencer Reid, another member of the team spoke up as he read the facebook page.

"I agree Reid. You and Garcia look through all of it. I need you to get to know her inside and out. I want to know everything, down to what her favorite day of the week to eat ice cream is. J.J. and Prentiss, I want the two of you to shed some light on the boyfriend, make sure he's not the one we're looking for. Rossi and I will go back over everything we already have and make sure that we haven't missed anything. Morgan, you take it easy. Help out where you feel you would be best, or go home and rest. I know there's no use in telling you what I want you to do."

Derek smiled a small thanks at Hotchner and then got up to follow Reid and Garcia to Garcia's lair. He needed to get to know more about this girl. He felt bad for her; he had lost his father at a young age, so he could only image what it had been like for her to loose her entire family. Since she was alone, he planned on going and sitting with her when the hospital gave them the clearance to do so. In the mean time, he planned to absorb any information about her that he could.