A/N: I'm still doing my other story, Torn Between Love & Hate, this just popped in my head.
I'd also like to give props to oucellogal and Collider, two people who do kickass job of getting into the mind of Kat Miller. I literrally get headaches trying and still fail. So my hat go off to you two as I enjoy your work.
Summary: What if Kat Miller joined the team back in season 2 instead of season 3? What if she was with them when they were getting slaughtered by George Mark's interviews? She'd have to face him too, but how would that all go down?
Cold Case MindREADERS
"Don't you walk away from me. Don't you walk away from me!"
She watched in the Observation Room as her co-worker brought out the raging beast out of him. All Detective Lilly Rush did was walk towards the door after calling him on his shit. She used his own taunting tactics and threw right back at him. Ever dream about it, George?
Kat Miller couldn't help but feel satisfied when Lilly said it to him, although she didn't show it while standing in between Lieutenant John Stillman and Detective Scotty Valens. But right now, at the moment he shouted, she wanted Lilly to get out of there. 49. He already brought up her past, something she obviously didn't want anyone to know about. Hell, even the tad bit of info like that was leaked from his lips, it should have never been for their ears. She didn't see the poor girl's face, but her voice, the way she slightly swayed as if George Mark's words were a toxic cleaning supply and it filled the enclosed room, it made her worry.
Sure Miller just joined the team, she wasn't even considered family at this point, and yet, as the bastard was her trying to torment the only other female homicide detective in Philly, it was breaking her heart. Don't let 'em get to ya, Rush. But now, right now, he'd snapped. He turned so fast, she was sure he'd whiplash.
"Out there he's not." Kat watched as he tried to retain his poker face. But it was too late, she was sure of it.
She watches as Lilly immediately turns around at that. She knew she would pounce on it, that was her interrogation tactic.
"Where? In the woods?" Lilly stares at him in the eyes. "Tell me…" She begins to walk back towards him. "Who are you in the woods?"
He tries to slip his damn poker face back on as he speaks in a low barely audible tone. "He's-"
"You. Who you are. Tell me."
Make him fold. Kat knew she had him. She knew Lilly had this. She knew that sick son-of-a-bitch was going to confess his sins as if she was his priest.
You got 'em, Rush. Just get the confession…
"God"
That single word of deadly power began putting a nauseating feeling in her stomach and she knew there wasn't enough Pepto Bismol in the world that was going to fix it at the moment, but she was strong, she wasn't going to let that sick mind of this bastard get to her.
He begins speaking in a daze. It took her a good second to realize that he was explaining the moment before the death of Janet Lambert, the main focused victim in the case. The way he spoke of the night, as if they went hand-in-hand, the way he spoke of Lambert as she fell to the ground of exhaustion crying, pleading for her life. Not for her own benefit, but for her daughter's. 'I can't break anymore promises to her.' That woman could break anymore promises, she was all her daughter had, but she knew that was defeated.
'I love you little girl.'
Miller didn't realize at first that tears were stinging her eyes. She also didn't realize that her panting was going a little shallow and her fists were clenched at her side. She took a deep breath and unclenched her hands, she didn't need to have her colleagues know that this was getting to her. Quite frankly, they knew nothing about her, she only been there a month.
After her deep breath was taken, George took one as well. He placed his hands back on the table and began to rise from his chair. "I'm done with you."
No, no, no, no, no. What the hell? "Tell me how you killed her." Lilly immediately cuts his pathway off.
He went on in his casual tone, as if he didn't practically tell how he killed Lambert. "I gave you my thoughts…my conjecture. We were just talking, right?" Oh no. That goddamn poker face is back.
Lilly moves closer to his face, and Kat couldn't help but could tell that she was in a slight panic. They both was so goddamn sure she had it, hell they all was so sure she had it.
"What did you do with her head?" Rush you're slipping…
"You mean, what did he do?" You're calling his bluff! Get him to fold goddammit!
Kat was getting impatient as the tension and anticipation was getting worse. She needed to do something. Help Lil block the bastard off, let him go and track him, hell, she wanted to run her fingers in her short corkscrew curls, but she couldn't do a damn thing and she knew it.
"Where did you put them, George?" Lilly was getting far from impatient as well.
"Ask him. I have no idea. It's over." The hell it ain't over!
Apparently Lil was thinking the same, only she vocally said it. "No, it's not over, so sit down." For a moment, Kat was sure that Lil was going to break and shove his big ass down onto the steel chair, but she didn't, even though she knew she wanted to.
George spoke in a careful tone. "Oh no, it's over."
All Kat could do was stare into the defeated and helpless look on Lilly Rush's face as he brushed past her towards the doorframe, her looking into the mirror with her teary-red eyes. No, don't fold! He can't walk! You had him right in your hands and he slipped-
Her thoughts were cut off with Scotty's shocked voice. "He's just gonna walk?"
"No confession." Detective Nick Vera spoke. Kat didn't need to see him to know that he was piercing his eyes through the glass. The dark raspy voice was enough to know that he was furious. He wanted to kick that guy ass, that he be begging him to put a damn .38 in his chest.
"She was close." Defeat entered Detective Will Jeffries voice as well.
"He can't walk." She hadn't realized that she spoken until Scotty cast a glance at her before turning his attention back to the scene before them.
"I'll be watching you." Lilly spoke behind him. George stopped in the doorway between and turned around, looking at her as if he was not affected by her words at all.
"Think I might leave town. Do some traveling. Beautiful country we live in, lots of empty woods ..." He speaks so lightly as if there were nothing wrong with the words he was saying as he taunted Lilly. He furrows his eyebrows. "You ever hunt?"
Lilly was uncomfortable by the question she knew, but she didn't really show it. "No."
His taunting continues as he lays his dark eyes into Lilly's blue ones. "We should try it sometime, together."
He stares at her for a moment, silence of her defeat taken over. But then he chuckles and what he said next was something no one expected, especially not Kat.
"We'll bring the Killer Miller along too." He turns his head towards mirror.
What? Bring Who? But- I…what? Kat even form words in her mind, let along let any form out of her mouth.
Lilly blinks in surprise, as she sure everyone else did too. "What?"
All Kat did was watch as George walked past Lilly again, only going to the mirror. Although he was only staring into his own reflection, to Kat, it was like he staring into her eyes as he stopped right in front of her. The nauseating feeling was getting stronger.
"I'm done with you, blondie." He sighs and cocks his head to the side. "Bring me the curly top narc."
They stared a moment longer. This son-of-a-bitch want me? Well guess what mutha fucka, it's gonna a lot more than that to get inside this head. He was so damn close, it felt like he was pressed up in front of her. How did he get so damn close?
"Miller." The voice was firm. A voice he hadn't heard throughout the entire interview. A voice that had cut her from her thoughts and it was then how she realized how George Marks got to damn close. She was almost practically pressed again the glass.
She slowly back away from the glass and turns to her right side to face her boss. "Yeah boss?" She spoke in her normal tone, couldn't even tell that there was nothing wrong.
Stillman didn't say anything else. He looks down at her, with her looking back at him. Although no words were exchanged, she knew what he meant. He was putting his faith into her. Hell, that was how she got this job in the first place. Stillman's putting his faith in her, not like he has a choice at this point.
Kat turns to the one-sided mirror, just to see George 'look' at her one more time before turning to go back to his steel chair across the room. She looks over by the doorway and sees Lilly look over to the glass, her eyes still red, but no longer teary. She could tell tell she still wanted a piece of him, but she couldn't, not now. Not if they wanted the chance to put this sick bastard behind bars. He wanted the curly head narc, then that's what he was going to get. She watches as Lilly steps out, closing the door behind her.
She turns towards the door, leading into the Interview Room, scratch that, this is the Elimination Chamber. Every one of these detectives got hit with George mental tactics, eliminating them one by one. She was all they had left. The rookie cop who just made homicide a month ago. She's used to dealing with gang bangers, junkies, and dealers, not sick sadistic bastards. She started to take a step forward until she felt an arm grab her bicep, holding her back.
"Boss, you're seriously not lettin' her in there, are you?" Valens voice was full of concern and building rage. "Not after what just happened with Lilly."
She turned her head facing him, not giving him the glare she wanted to. Any other time she would have been completely offended by the fact that he didn't think she could handle herself. But he was worried, he was concerned.
"Valens, I got it." She looked deep into his eyes, at her best to try and convince him that she was right. He's let go of her arm but didn't look away from her eyes until he heard his name again.
"Scotty," Stillman walks up beside him, "we need this confession. Do you want him to walk?"
Scotty looks away towards the glass. "No." He mumbles.
Stillman, again, looks over at Miller who was directly in front of him. He nods his head slightly. She nods back to him before walking towards the door again. She knew what he wanted. She had to deliver. She places her hand on the knob. She was ready. Time to deal the deck. Let the games begin.
A/N: So what do you think? I'll try and finish the next chapter by the end of the week, hopefully if I get reviews.