update TWO of the night (make sure you read the first update!!)

unedited and unsupervised but not in the way you think hehehe

THIRTY EIGHT. DAISY AND DEREK HIT THE CLUBS LIKE THE BAD BITCHES THEY ARE

"I GOTTA ADMIT, YOU'RE PRETTY BADASS FOR DOING THIS," DEREK SAID, LEANING AGAINST THE BAR AS HE SCANNED THE CLUB. It wasn't like he could see much; the crowd was dense and the lights were blinking in different colours and speeds. Electric dance music thumped through the air, making Daisy's head throb with each beat. She had put on a dress that was far more revealing than any other she owned, her cleavage out and proud, and though there was a gun strapped to her thigh, she was the perfect bait.

"Thanks, Morgan," she flashed him a charming grin despite the nerves that surged through her body. Neither one of the agents had a mic on them, considering it would have been too noticeable, so they were instead surrounded by the local P.D and the rest of the team, who were scattered around the building. She lifted up her arm up, presenting the freely swinging limb. "Does it look like I'm in severe pain?"

Derek chuckled, his hand tracing down her arm and stopping at the healing hole. He also noticed the scar from her last gunshot wound, but he chose not to mention it. "You're good at pretending, Alvarez. Keep it up and we'll have this son of a bitch in custody by the end of the night."

Since JJ had told them that the victims had all been abducted from popular bars in peak hour, Daisy had very little time to get her shit together. She'd gotten ready at the office, the team clearly worried about what she was heading into. Spencer had give her every statistic he could think of, from security in clubs to what kind of shoes were best to wear when the floor was sticky. 

It was nearing midnight, and the club was in full swing. Daisy's feet were already aching from the heels she'd borrowed from Emily - black pumps had never really been her style. She usually loved the club scene and how alive it made her feel, but she really just wanted to be curled up in bed with a shitty reality show in the background to lull her to sleep.

She resisted the urge to look around, worried she'd blow the whole thing. Instead, her hands gripped her glass of lemonade (she wasn't allowed alcohol due to the pain medication she had been prescribed), as if it were the one thing keeping her from passing out. Derek noticed her discomfort, and slung an arm around her. Daisy looked up at him, suddenly remembering where she was. "Come on, we gotta sell this. Let's dance."

She nodded, finishing her drink and letting him take her by the hand. He lead her to the dance floor, never letting go. The sweaty atmosphere surrounding her created an instant friction, and she looked up at Derek. Her dress was beginning to cling to her skin, but she didn't really care about that. 

"Eyes on me, okay?" he said, taking her by the waist and starting to move with her to the beat. Daisy nodded, letting him pull her closer so that their bodies pressed against each other. They began grinding back and forth to the fast-paced music, and, as instructed, she made sure she never broke eye contact with the man. 

Derek was a damn good dancer, and one of the most attractive people she knew, it made it all the more easy to follow his body movements. Her arms hung loosely from his neck as they moved around the dance floor, the energy heated and intense. Anyone who looked their way would assume they were a couple, as they appeared to be enjoying each others company. They were also both far too close to be dancing like that without having boned at some point.

Daisy noticed a figure in the corner of her eye as Derek hands cupped the small of her back. She could see that it was a large silhouette, though it was completely still in the crowd, facing them. She didn't turned her head to look, and instead lifted her hand so that it was on the back of Derek's head. She shouted over the music, knowing she'd be loud enough for just him to hear. "I think he's close."

Derek nodded, his arms travelling upwards to grab her hands. He pulled her away from the dance floor and towards the nearest wall, pressing her against it. Daisy watched him carefully, anticipating his inevitable next move. He then leaned in, his hot breath fanning her ear. "You ready, Alvarez?"

Nodding, Daisy pulled him closer as his grip trailed down to her hips. Their lips brushed against each other for a second, feigning hesitance. Despite the act, Derek was still being respectful. It didn't last too long, however, before they aggressively smashed together in a heated make out session. Derek's head moved like a snake as he accommodated to her body, remembering how she liked it. There weren't any romantic feelings between them, but they'd known each other long enough to make their kiss look real.

Daisy couldn't lie; she didn't mind kissing Derek Morgan. He was good at it, he always had been. But, as much as she liked how he nibbled on her bottom lip and pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, she wished it was someone else. 

Pulling away, they were both panting, lips wet and bodies warm. Daisy looked up at Derek, smirking a little as she kept the act up. Her chest rose and fell against his, her face slightly red from the lack of oxygen she'd gotten throughout the whole ordeal.  "You've still got it, hot stuff."

Derek chuckled, a light smirk playing on his lips. "And you've only gotten better, sweetheart."

"Hey now," Daisy rolled her eyes, patting his chest. She felt weighed down knowing that she'd probably just made Harrison really angry. She straightened her posture, and tilted her head up at Derek. "I'm gonna hit the restroom and see if he can find me."

His grip on her hips tightened a little. He couldn't stand the idea of her getting hurt. The fact that they were so close to catching him, but she still had to go off on her own left him almost helpless. He could only follow and try to stop whatever was about to happen. He sighed softly as he reluctantly let go. "Be careful, alright?"

He swiftly kissed her cheek, his lips lingering as a sign for her to keep herself safe while she was gone. She managed a small grin as he pulled away. "I always am."

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Daisy wove through the crowd, her head still pounding from the bass that reverberated through the building. She passed a few recognisable agents, who subtly nodded her way. She turned the corner, stepping over a few spilled drinks and using her good shoulder to push open the swinging door to the restroom. 

The music faded to a muffled thumping as she stood in front of one of the sinks lined up against the wall, looking up at herself in the mirror. The toilets probably would have been so clean at the beginning of the night, but now they smelled like alcohol and cheap perfume. The soap dispenser was broken and one of the basins was filled to the brim with water. It was a popular club on a Friday night, what did she expect?

She concentrated on her reflection while keeping an ear out for anything out of the ordinary. Her lipstick was slightly smudged from the heat between her and Morgan, and her hair was sticking in several different directions. She was a mess, and her arm was screaming to be put in its sling once more. She couldn't believe how badly she wanted to sleep. Had she seriously aged that much over the last week? It was probably all the time she'd been spending with Hotch. 

A few drunk women stumbled past her, showering her with compliments and giggling about some lewd graffiti in one of the stalls. One of them pulled out a tube of lipgloss and handed it over, another taking out a hairbrush. They didn't ask Daisy any questions and helped her back to looking presentable, before they disappeared back into the club, leaving her on her own once more. Daisy couldn't help but chuckle softly. Drunk girl solidarity was something she'd never get tired of. 

Just as she was distracted by her thoughts , the door slammed open to reveal the one face she hoped she'd never see again. Daisy didn't even have time to duck as Harrison grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. She yelped as pain shot through her body, her arm getting the worst of it. Tears quickly filled her vision, and she tried to scream for help, but her voice was drowned out by the booming music.

"How could you do that to me?!" he yelled, his voice cracking with the rise in volume. He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her back to her feet. Her shoes slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving her feet swinging. She kicked at his body, but he never let go. He was far too angry. "You adulterer! You disgust me! And you've been lying to me all this time you...you sinner. You said you were a social worker, but you're one of them! You killed Ben! You've broken my heart!"

"Get away from me!" Daisy gasped for breath, attempting to reach down for her gun. She didn't get the chance, as he pinned her against the brick wall in a far more aggressive way than Derek had. She groaned as she felt the bruises that would inevitably left. 

Harrison didn't care. His eyes fixated on her, watching every single muscle moving in her face. He leaned in with a malicious smile and pressed a sloppy kiss to her neck. Daisy's eyes squeezed shut as water trickled down her cheek. She felt dirty, like he was contaminating her body. 

He chuckled at her blatant distaste, licking upwards and taking her ear in his mouth. He wanted her to remember that he was in control, and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Daisy felt as thought she was about to vomit. She thrashed in his grip, but his knee separated her legs while her hands were forced to her sides. He nipped at her ear once more and inhaled sharply. "I told you that you're gonna pay, honey."

Daisy swallowed, praying that someone had noticed that he'd followed her in, or that she'd been gone too long. Was the team was waiting on the other side of the door with their guns raised? She sure hoped so. She looked up at Harrison, her voice filled with nothing but hatred and repulsion. "What are you going to do to me, Harrison? Are you going to kill me like those other women?"

"Yes, I am." Harrison's eyes were cold and darkened with an unclear emotion. He could see that she wasn't going to act as weak as she had at the ranch. She wasn't pretending about who she was anymore. He needed more, he needed the right reaction. "But first, I'm going to kill that pretty little sister of yours."

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okay but no cap daisy and morgan would have been so hot 

also um maybe I might update one more time before i go to bed cause it's so hot rn but ik it's just me cause it's 11C rn which is like 50F?? idk but it's supposed to not be hot but my body temp is back so uhhh 

anyway