People always assume that I know lots about lots because I like to read extensively. Though this is true, to a large extent, I have gained a lot of knowledge from research related to personal experiences as well. For instance, I know that carcinogens in cigarettes tend to accumulate in carpets as my mother was a heavy smoker when I was young. Or like how I know that 92% of single parents would rather date other single parents after my mother had a month-long fling with a man who was, at that time, recently divorced with 3 children (who seemed to find joy in beating me up). Or like how I knew that Carl Finster had Synesthesia.
I had first gotten my suspicions about Carl Finster after he mentioned that he could see the caller's words, and his boss commented that he acted as if he were hallucinating when he had come to download his hit list. While I had always been careful not to stare at the colours that sounds made for me in public, so as to not seem crazy, I too had thought I was hallucinating when I realised that not everyone could see colours when they heard sounds. In fact, I had thought that I was crazy, which was why I had a list of excellent sanatoriums at hand when I came to the decision to admit my mother when I was 18. The list was originally meant for me.
"He has Synesthesia. It's a neurological phenomenon in which two or more senses are triggered simultaneously." I told Hotch over the phone. I paused for a moment, considering whether I should give more information. Honestly, I'm scared that the others will find out that I have Synesthesia too, on top of my genius. In high school I was always teased and bullied for being different, and though I know that my team would not do the same, I can't help but have a fear that they would. However, Hotch doesn't seem to be buying this Synesthesia thing (it does seem a bit far-fetched, I suppose), so I decide that I should. After all, it's for the sake of catching a killer.
"For instance, someone might associate a specific numbers with colours or even be able to taste music. I think Carl has the form of Synesthesia where he is literally able to see the words that people speaking." Alex voiced her agreement and JJ added that he listed colours to different conversations. I sigh in relief as no one asks me how I know all this. I suppose they're used to me knowing things. Anyway, we have a killer to catch.
In the end, they manage to take him down without too much damage, using the information I've supplied. When the case was over and we're on our way back, Morgan sits by me on the plane.
"Really, kid? Synes-whatcha-call-it? You definitely know everything!" In response to this, I smile, plug-in my earphones and let Mozart tease my senses with sounds of butterscotch and apples.
A/N: Of course, I don't own any part of Criminal Minds! I have Synesthesia myself, so I thought it was interesting that they featured it on the show! :)