A/N: My first CM attempt. I have some of the story written out already, including the ending, but I have to work some details here and there. Have lots of free time on my hands this month and most of next month because all I have is 4 hours of soccer camp everyday.
Sorry if there are any grammar/ spelling mistakes. All I use is a simple MS spell check.
DISCLAIMER: CM belongs to Mark Gordan
"No, Kira. You can't see Jake tonight. It's a school night."
"But we'd be back before my curfew."
"No is no, Kirsten."
"Mom, it's not fair, you never let me do anything with Jake. Why don't you ever let me do anything with him?"
Melissa-Sue Lemire sighed, exasperated. "Because it's not safe. How many times have I told you that?"
"So you don't trust me?" Kira crossed her arms.
"No, I trust you honey."
"So you don't trust Jake. Is that what it is?"
"No, Kira. I completely trust Jake."
"So then why can't I go, mom?"
"Because I said so. Now not another word from you, Kira. I have the night shift until 3, so I'll be back then."
"This isn't fair, mom."
"Life isn't fair, sweetie." Melissa-Sue got out her car keys. "Oh, and honey…"
No response from Kira.
"Please change out of that skirt, it's way too short, you look like a teenage prostitute."
"You can go now, mom."
"Bye, sweetheart."
"Bye, Mom, I hate you."
"I hate you, too, Kirsten."
Kira watched from the window as her mother drove away. She sighed. This wasn't fair. All the kids at school would be going to the city party tonight, and she'd be stuck at home.
Kira looked out the window and smiled. Jake was in his dad's old Toyota, waiting for her. She walked out the door.
"Hey, babe. Let's go."
"I can't, Jake. My mom was being all bitchy and wouldn't let me out of the house."
Jake leaned back and smirked. "Come on, Kiki. Your mom's at work, right?"
Kira nodded.
"So come on. We'll be back before she comes home."
"I don't know about this, Jake."
"Come on. No one has to find out. And plus, it's not like you have any neighbors to check in on you. The nearest family is like a half a mile away."
Kira smiled. "Okay, let me go get my purse. But promise me we'll be back before three."
"I promise, Kiki."
Kira bit her lip excitedly, and headed back towards the house. She tugged at her skirt. Maybe her mom was right, maybe it was a little short. She opened the door. 'That's weird,' she thought to herself, 'I thought I'd left the lights on…'
She pushed on the light switch, but it was still pitch dark. 'Dang, the power's cut off', she thought. 'Now where did I leave my purse?'
She reached for the couch, but shrieked when she felt a human hand grab her by the stomach.
"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks."
-Mary Wollstonecraft
Aaron Hotchner fiddled with the squishy ball that Reid had gotten him a few days ago. He was stressed, as Gideon thoughtfully pointed out, so Reid had gotten it for him.
"Stress balls are used ostensibly to either help relieve stress and muscle tension or to exercise the muscles of the hand." Reid had stated.
So there he was. Relieving muscle tension.
But it wasn't his fault. The whole BAU team was at least a little stressed out. Six cases in five weeks, and then they hadn't gotten a single one in two weeks. It was uncanny.
JJ walked in.
"New case guys. Round table room in 5."
The responses of all the agents were different: Hotch breathed a sigh of relief, Morgan rolled his eyes in despair, Reid smiled happily, and Emily just blinked.
They walked into the conference room, taking their accustomed seats.
JJ stuck pictures on the board.
"Remington, Texas. Population 159. That is, until yesterday. There'd been two murders in one night.
"The first one they found was John Warner, 18-year-old white male, one gunshot to the thigh and beaten to death in his car, then, in the house where the car was parked in front of, Kirsten Lemire's body was found, tied to a chair, multiple beating marks found on her back and feet, and a blunt force wound on the head. The local police say the murders are linked to another murder. Jenna Wilson, age 21."
"How are they related?" asked Reid. He yawned and took a sip of his coffee.
"John and Kirsten go to the same school. The local police officer there told me that they were dating, as well. As for Jenna, they couldn't think of anything except that she used to be John and his sister Brenda-Ann's old babysitter about 7 years ago," answered JJ.
"Their bodies were discovered by Kirsten's mom, Melissa-Sue at 3:00 AM, but we have confirmation that they were killed way before that. Melissa-Sue was getting off her night shift."
"Were there any prints at the crime scene?" asked Morgan.
"Nope. Nothing was left at the crime scene except for two dead bodies and a note." JJ pressed a button on the remote control and the team saw a new image."
She got what she deserved. Both her and the other girl paid for what they did. He, unfortunately, had nothing to do with it; he was just in the way. In time, they will all get what they deserve, especially the one.
The letter was written by a shaky hand with blue ink.
"A mission based killer," sighed Morgan. "Won't stop until we catch him."
"How many more do you think they'll be?" asked Emily.
"I don't know. Maybe dozens. Or, maybe until he gets to 'the one'."
"Poor Warner. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He wasn't supposed to die," said Emily.
"No one is supposed to die," said Gideon.
So how was that for the first chapter?
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