I wasn't planning on writing tonight. It is by the standard of my home town where eighty-five is hot (don't laugh) because it was still snowing in April. I am celebrating my seventh anniversary on Fanfiction dot net with one crazy huge story that will take time to finish. I have been wanting to write this for ages.

Wrath and Fury

Celeste Fury sat in the interrogation room calm and relaxed. She sat up straight with her clear green eyes staring at the wall. The police had dressed her in orange as her bloody clothes were confiscated as evidence.

"She scares me," Rossi said.

Prentiss stared at him. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that about any unsub."

"She was stabbing a man death and dropped the knife on command, Emily," he said. "Killers like her don't usually stop like that. Fury is in full control, even now. For some reason she seems to believe she can get away with this. That scares me."

"Let's talk to her," Prentiss said.

Rossi nodded. They went into the interrogation room. Fury smiled at them.

"We know you've killed at least three more men," Prentiss said. "Tell us where the bodies are and maybe we'll recommend that you spend the rest of your life in jail."

"Lawyer," she said in a sweet tone.

The door to the interrogation room opened and a man in his early forty in a sharp black three-piece suit appeared.

"That'd be me," he said. "I'm John Wrath and you made a big mistake by arresting my client."

"How so?" Rossi asked.

"Killers are going to roam the earth and life as you know it will never be the same again," he said.

"What do you mean?" Prentiss asked.

Wrath pulled off his ring with an emerald setting.

"You'll see," he said and dropped it on the metal table.

The sound was deafening. Rossi and Prentiss ducked down and plugged their ears while Fury and Wrath laughed.

The World went Dark for less than half second and woke up Anew.

"Breakfast time!" Rossi called. "Come on kids! Get it while it's hot!"

"We're not kids anymore dad," Joan said. "And since when do you make pancakes?"

"I felt like trying to spice things up around here," he said. "Don't you get tired of cereal?

"Try not to get any batter on your tie sweetheart," Hellen said. "Don't forget you're meeting with the mayor today."

"I won't dear," he said kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Luke appears with the newspaper. "It is me, or is the world getting more violent?"

Kevin speeds by on his wheelchair and grabs some pancakes.

"You're to young to worry about the world little bro," he said.

"If I don't pay attention now, it will be my problem in the future," he said.

"Your brother has a point Luke," Rossi said as he dished up pancakes. "This Tommy Yates's guy is the stuff of nightmares. You shouldn't be focusing on him when you have homework."

"He's believed to have already killed and mutilated at least one hundred eighteen women dad, how do you not worry about him?"

"Because if I worried about every killer that walked this planet, I'd wouldn't be able to sleep, and I'd miss out on watching you kids grow up," he said. "It's called compartmentalization."

"That is one big SAT word," Joan said.

"It means only worry about what is important," Rossi said. "And what is important is you guys."

…

Tru Davies stared at the grave stone of her best friend, J.J.

"I wish I could have saved you. But it was you or the world, and I was forced to choose the world. I'm sorry Lindsey."

She placed flowers at the grave and walked away. It seemed like the world was getting fuller of people to save every day and she could barely keep up. It could have been her imagination, but she was convinced it wasn't.

…

"Hi, my name is Stephanie," she said in the fake cheerful tone she always used. "May I see your boarding passes?"

"Sure," the father said. "We can't wait to get away from everything and go to Hawaii."

"There was a dead body in our backyard," the young boy traveling with them piped up.

"Another reason this trip couldn't come soon enough," the mother said.

"I see," Garcia said and process their boarding passes. "Have a good trip!"

She sighed as she watched the family leave. If only she had done less drugs and more homework and maybe she'd be able to help with what appeared to be an epidemic level of criminal violence.

…

Prentiss hated her job but loved her coworkers. There was nothing glamourous about working at Pickering industries. Everyone tried to keep the mood light at her job, but it got difficult when a serial killer took Keith. It was as though he was too pretty for this world.

She wondered about what was making the world so sad these days. Then she'd stop, admire a good-looking man, and her problems would go away. For a little while anyway. She didn't have broad tastes and that was fine. Anything to make things seem better as she had no real control over how things worked in the cosmic scheme of things.

…

Lewis' life was fabulous since Ross Geller stopped expressing interest in her. She found herself a Nobel Prize-winning husband and her latest paper was well reviewed. Nothing could make the world seem like a terrible place. There were troublesome trends in the recent increase in violent crime, but that was not her primary concern. She focused on the problems she could solve.

…

"Another body another day, Eric," Horatio Cain said.

"They're coming faster every day Horatio," Alvez said he as dusted for prints off a dropped gun. "I wish we could do more about it."

"We do what we can and that is the best we can do," Cain said.

"If you say so," he said as he saw the gun was wiped clean.