Reid's POV
The team sat in the conference room, waiting around for JJ to brief a case to us.
"Hi guys," she said as she quickly came in, "Sorry I'm late." After a couple more words were exchanged she said, "Okay, well this is actually a case that went cold, but has recently been taken back into consideration by the local law enforcement."
"In 1994, a young girl in Las Vegas was abducted off the streets. No body was ever found," she clicked a button on the remote and a picture showed up on the screen. "This was the last photo taken of her."
I looked up and felt sick to my stomach. I would recognize the wild mane of untamed red hair anywhere. I stood up quickly before even thinking about it, "I'll be right back." I said, promptly hurrying out of the room. I went into the bathroom, locked the door and ran a hand through my hair.
Her name kept ringing in my ears,
Bridget O'Reilley
Bridget O'Reilley
Bridget O'Reilley
She was supposed to be out of my life forever. She was gone, but a day didn't go by without me thinking of her. Bridget was my best, and only, childhood friend. And just as I was beginning to not think about her everyday, she just comes back into my life in the form of a case.
I heard a knock on the door, then Hotch, "Reid. Why don't you come back now?"
Suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed, I unlocked the door and walked back to the conference room. As I walked in, everyone turned to look at me and I avoided eye contact with them all.
"Okay," Morgan started, looking at JJ, "So, she disappeared and was never heard from again. What if she was just a runaway?"
I felt uncomfortable all over again. Bridget wasn't a runaway, that's what everyone tried to tell me when I was kid, but that's not what had happened.
"Well, that's the thing. Everyone believed she was a runaway until recently when gunshots and shouting have been heard from her old home," JJ replied.
"And the police haven't investigated the house?"
"They have, but every time it's just dust and mold like any abandoned house. No signs of anyone living there. Not even a paid electric or water bill. Nothing."
"Alright," Hotch stood up, "Let's get going."
Morgan looked at him in disbelief. Hotch noticed.
"Someone out there cares about this girl. They deserve to know the truth," he said.
"After eighteen years?" Morgan replied.
"People shouldn't be forgotten."
((Third person))
Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark, dank, scary place, sat a young woman. Maybe twenty-nine years of age. She sat on her creaky old bed and stared down at her hands. Her bright orange hair hiding her face. She sucked in a deep breath and didn't even notice when the door opened and a man walked in.
He closed the door behind him, returning the room to its original darkness. With no windows, that door was the only thing that let in light, but the man always kept it locked.
She jumped a little when he sat down next to her.
"What's wrong, pumpkin?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair.
She looked over at him the minute he spoke, "N-nothing, sir."
Even in the dark she saw that his expression changed. His stare grew cold and serious.
She quickly corrected herself,"I –I mean…uh, daddy."
Don't lie to yourself, you know you like it, and if you don't…then, sorry. I am proud of it, though, and I hope you enjoyed it and will continue reading.
Rememer this IS my very first Criminal Minds fanfiction, and it DOES get better. I just hope SOMEBODY likes it so far.
~Nikki