This is our first ever attempt at fan fiction, we've tried to set it out as much like an actual episode of CM as possible. It's based mainly around Morgan & Garcia, that's all we're syaing! Please Reid and review ;)
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'You see what power is - holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.' - Abraham Lincoln
A middle aged woman, with blonde hair tied into a sleek bun, glances up from the breakfast bar of her large, modern kitchen as her husband enters the room and makes himself a cup of coffee.
"Don't forget, tonight, honey. It's Sarah's dance recital, you know how much it'd mean to her if you were there." She says in a pleading tone.
"I'll try and get away, but we're really busy at the moment, what with the election coming up." The man replies nonchalantly, turning away to fix the tie of his expensive business suit in the reflection of the window.
"But you promised her" His wife protests.
"Don't sweat, they'll be plenty more. See you sweetheart." He leans down and kisses her routinely on the forehead, rubs her arm and leaves abruptly. The woman sighs and turns back to her bowl of muesli. There is the sound of a door slamming from within the house. The woman turns around and calls out:
"Sarah, I thought you'd already left for school?" She rises and leaves the room, peering into the hallway.
"Sweetie, you're going to be late!" approaching the stairs and pausing to listen. "Sarah?" At the top of the stairs the woman opens one of the many doors leading from the hallway as a figure materialises from behind. They wait to be noticed. As their unsuspecting victim turns around, she is met by a hand clamping over her mouth to muffle the scream that follows.
Early in the morning, Reid and Morgan saunter into the office, coffee in hand, deep in discussion. "Did you know some individuals who claim never to have felt romantic love suffer from hypopituitarism, a rare disease that doesn't allow a person to feel the rapture of love?" Reid offers. Prentiss at her desk looks up and swivels round in her chair to join the conversation.
"That must suck, it'd put a dampener on your sex life at the very least." States Prentiss, grimacing.
Morgan leans on Reid's desk, throws a mocking smile in his direction and jokily chimes "Yeah, how's that going for you Reid? Did your doctor say it was curable?"
Looking down uncomfortably at his feet, "That's not fair, I can fall in love, I just haven't found the person I'm chemically compatible with yet."
Morgan laughs at his awkward companion as Garcia enters the bullpen and says "You keep describing love like that and they'll be a line of ladies at your door Reid."
"I hope we're not being mean to my sugar plum again Morgan." Garcia scolds throwing him a warning glance. "I'll be at your door anytime you want sweet thing" As she sits on the other side of Reid's desk. Reid smiles uncomfortably.
"I was just questioning his method of romance." Morgan pleads with Garcia innocently, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"Oh honey, I could teach you some of my romance methods if you're that interested."She suggestively smiles.
"Anytime baby girl, anytime."
JJ sticks her head out of the conference room and summons in her team.
The team assemble and JJ stands at the front to deliver the briefing. "What we have here are three murdered women, and one currently missing in the DC area within 4 months. All the victims were shot once in the temple and then dumped in various deserted areas of the city." Images of the three crimes scenes appear on the screen behind JJ.
"The bodies have all been placed carefully and covered over, that's a typical sign of remorse." Rossi interjects.
"Looks like his conscience caught up with him a little too late." Prentiss added bemusedly.
"The victims were: Amelia Jones, Susan Hanks, Harriet Lawrence and Wendy Stanford who was reported missing 12 hours ago." Family pictures of each victim flashes up on screen.
"These women don't look the same, how do we know these murders were linked?" Asks Morgan, flicking through his file.
"Not only is the MO the same, but each victim comes from an upper middle class background, living in wealthy areas, they were all taken at home when no one else was around and here's where it gets interesting. The husband of each victim received a phone call about 10 minutes before approximate time of death demanding they 'confess their betrayals'. Henry Stanford has not yet received a call, so we can presume Wendy is currently still alive."
"Well that's a new one." Comments Rossi.
"That must be his signature. 'Confess their betrayals', it could indicate he personally feels betrayed by these men, or thinks the men have betrayed their wives in some way." Reid muses.
"Well, according to the time frames of the other murders, we have less than 12 hours to try and find Wendy so we need all hands on deck on this one. Garcia, I want you to come with us, it's only a short car journey." Hotch instructs, gathering files and standing to leave.
Looking flustered, Garcia nods "Er, yes Sir, my services are at your disposal."
"Alright everyone the cars leave in 20 minutes." Hotch closes the meeting and the team disperse.