Disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds or any characters.
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"'The good die first.' William Wordsworth."
We'd all seen our share of crime scenes. And this was one scene would should never have been eager to see. No. No, one scene we should have never even considered seeing. When we got the call, right after that god-forsaken case, we were the first there. The entire team seemed to appear at the same time.
At first, it was seen in vain. They wouldn't let us in. We all flashed out credentials, but they wouldn't let us in. They had orders not to.
The paramedics left, head hanged low. The only things in their hands was the equipment. No cot.
With nervous glances exchanged between all of us, we wouldn't let them hold us back. We used our powers for evil that night.
It wasn't very hard to hurt the agent who barricaded us. We reminded him of his failing marriage, reassured the fact that his wife was sleeping around (even though we really didn't know that), and that his daughter hated his guts (not like it was just a teenage phase).
While he was stunned, we passed him. Some of us reluctant. Did we really want to see this?
It was a little cruel, one of us thought. Oh, but completely necessary.
The resistance got thinner and easier to pass. We were finally inside the apartment.
Regret suddenly passed through us all. "Oh my god," All of our throats closed up, our stomachs twisted, and our minds raced. There was nothing satisfying in seeing this crime scene. No matter how much any of us wanted to turn away, our eyes were glued to Hotchner's emotionless face.
That wasn't just a coworker on the floor. That wasn't just our boss's blood soaking in the floor. That was a part of us. Probably the largest part. As much as we might feel bad admitting it, this wasn't like Gideon or Elle leaving. Maybe it was because they weren't dead.
Maybe now we can have a little bit more empathy for all the psychos' victims' parents.
And I think after the shock passed over us, every single one of us went through the five staged of death at once. Yet, it seemed most of us just bounced right back into the category anger and depression.
Why did we come.
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author's note: i am really tired of all the shipping fanfictions… i wrote this as if the team was one person. but i honestly imagined morgan narrating.