Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, aside for the add ins.
This is based on Criminal minds. :)
Please enjoy! This is my first story for fanfiction. I am excited and nervous!
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*Ray-Ray
In a small town in southern Illinois, Elle looks into the mirror of her temporary home.
What have I become?
She asks herself. She washed her hands for the hundredth time that day. Subconsciously she knew that she was only trying to wash away the memory, but the compulsion didn't lessen.
Every night she replayed the scenes in her dreams. It wasn't her fault; she was trying to protect herself and others. She had left the Behavioral analysis unit because she dreaded the work; she became sick at the sight of the blood and bodies.
He wouldn't have left women alone. She reasoned. Elle wasn't a killer though; she was a former B.A.U agent. She had been qualified to carry a gun. Again, no one had taken away those rights but she didn't feel worthy to carry a gun nor a badge. She remembered some of the things she had said to Hotch before leaving,
The last time you sent me home Hotch, it got me shot. Then that night, she killed the un-sub. She pushed Hotch away further when he was concerned with her well-being before going back to work. From there she left in the middle of an investigation. When the returned to headquarters she resigned; turning in her badge and gun.
This is not a admit ion of guilt.
So here she was on the run, wishing that peace of mind would come soon. No matter what she did, the guilt took over.
She could recall several times that she had been tempted to contact Morgan, Gideon or Penelope; she always pushed the thoughts aside.
I guess it is time to move on, she concluded. She packed her one bag, and left the motel.
Elle drove for hours until she reached her new destination, Missouri.
"Hello ma'am." A truck driver said while she was inside a gas station. On instinct she created a quick profile. His clothing suggested that he was on the road a lot. Though he was muscular and had a grizzled face, he gave off a friendly disposition. But she couldn't out rule the possible dark side.
"Hello." She replied, not making eye contact.
"How are you today?" The man continued. Elle walked down the aisle grabbing water and a small bag of chips.
"I am fine." She replied curtly.
"You are a lovely woman. Why would you be out here on your own?"
Those words triggered her memory.
She stood in there waiting for him to arrive. How could Hotch have let him walk? She had thought. Then from the corner of her eye she saw him; the gangly man with shaggy hair, approach from the left. He had antagonized her, pushed her buttons until she broke.
Now she was feeling the same way, but she could do nothing but ignore the comments.
"Thank you, and I am meeting someone. I really must be going." She excused herself, paying for her items and left the gas station.
She arrived at her hotel fifteen minutes later. She ordered room service, and then relaxed in her room. Within minutes a loud knock sounded at her door. She opened it and was greet by a handsome man with a bottle of champagne for her.
"Thank you." Elle said giving the man a tip. He smiled sweetly, and Elle couldn't help but flirt.
"You're welcome ma'am." His green eyes sparkled.
Before Elle could speak a loud scream came from a room down the hall. Seconds later a man bounded through a door. His clothes were bloody; he ran through the hall. The employee placed himself in the way of the man.
When he made contact, the man shoved him hard. What the employee didn't know was that the escapee was carrying a knife in his right hand. He fell to the ground, blood gushing form his side.
The killer didn't give a second glance to Elle. She screamed and immediately fell to her knees in attempt to give any aid to the man. It was a futile attempt, he was already dead.
She was still trying to revive the man when the police arrived. They took her and held her as a witness. She didn't make any eye contact, and was silent when they asked her questions.