As ever, I don't own anything that is already owned by those brilliant people who make criminal minds!!! ^_^
A/N: Hello there! This is my second story, so I'm still a beginner [that means excuse the rubbish grammar/spelling that may crop up!] This is really more like a trial chapter, so tell me if you want to hear more!! If not, I'll just take it that nobody likes it and delete the story (so review!)
I decided to write a criminal minds fic because I love it to bits - best crime show ever! I had the idea after watching the episode called 'Parasite', although, it really has nothing to do with that episode. It is set sometime after the events of the fifth series.
So please be kind......I like nice reviews! ^_^
SSA David Rossi sat anxiously at his desk, waiting for the results to come in. His thoughts had been gnawing at his sanity for at least ten minutes - another ten and he'd be completely insane.
Garcia said that she would be done 'in a jiffy'. Last time I checked, a jiffy was a short amount of time. Come on for God's sake, i can't be that hard to find her, she's not someone who going to need to cover her tracks. Besides, even if she did, Garcia is the bloody best!
He laughed at himself, the last time he was so erratic was when she disappeared.
I guess it's only right I'm the same when I find her. He thought .
Then, his phone vibrated on the desk. He lunged for it and smashed his hand into the answer button.
"Have you an address?" He asked, not even bothering to check if it was actually Garcia on the phone.
"Not even a 'Hello' today? At least yesterday you actually acknowledged my technological greatness." She stated innocently and he huffed. She had been a strange individual from the day he first saw her in the conference room, but they didn't exactly have much in common, considering he rejected most forms of technology. Even so, he still found himself grinning as she demanded recognition for her 'greatness'.
"Yes, you are the greatest. Now, please, did you find anything?" He asked, the hope almost weighing him down at this point. He even leaned forward in his chair, anticipating the best and worst scenarios in his mind.
"If I didn't would I be the greatest? She's at......." He could hear the unmistakable sound of typing.
''Madam Mort's Fortune Telling Palace'. Wow, she sounds like a keeper." He huffed and smiled nostalgically.
"You have no idea." He replied.
"Well, as a human being I need sleep, so I'm hanging up now and going home." Garcia spoke at her usually quick pace and hung up before Dave could even answer. He put the phone on the table and read the name Garcia gave him, written on a small post-it note.
"Fortune Telling?" He asked aloud. It wasn't the career he had envisioned her doing. In fact, his biggest dream for her was to see her join the BAU. But that wasn't his gravest concern at the time, getting her to even talk to him could be a problem, they didn't exactly part on good terms.
He cringed as the last words he heard her speak rang through his mind:
"And you can? Spare me the shit Dave! This was my fault and you don't have to patronise me by trying to convince me otherwise!"
He was never angry with her for her outburst, only sad that he never got to help her when she needed him most. Well, now was the time to set things right, once and for all.