Hey everyone! This is my first Criminal Minds fic but I've down a bunch of other stuff before. I know the summary isn't the best but I'm really excited about this story. I have three chapters writtern so far so the more you review the more I post! I'm thinking ten reviews before I post the next chapter which is significantly longer.
Prologue:
Amy Anderson heaved a deep sigh as she dug through her bag for her keys, absently pushing her dark brown hair out of her eyes. She pushed aside her dermatology book and pharmacology notes to see them hiding at the very bottom. She grabbed the large pepper spray container that was attached to the key ring a pulled. "Pepper spray…the ultimate key finder." She laughed to herself.
"Hey Amy!" A young woman ran after her. Her neat blonde pony tail bounced along with her steps. "You forgot your stethoscope! "
"Thanks, Brynna." She laughed as she took the bright pink stethoscope from her friend and classmate. "And thanks again for running through the physical with me. I don't know how I would do it without you."
"No problem. Just think two more weeks and it will all be over! We will finally get out of that class room!"
Amy smiled with her. Physician Assistant school was no joke. Twenty seven months straight that crammed in every possible medically related fact. She was excited to get out of the fifteen month didactic year and into her year of clinicals. She could just imagine finally treating and working with patients. It would be a nice break from the constant lectures and tests.
"I know what you mean. Well, thanks again. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow." Amy waved as she unlocked her car and pushed her school bag, laptop case, and bag of medical equipment into the back seat.
Exhaustion fell over her. Class from eight to five and then an hour of practicing a physical exam had left her drained. She cranked the car but stopped her hand from putting it into drive. There was a small piece of paper under her windshield wiper. "Damn it! I am parked in the right spot! How the hell did those parking Nazis give me a ticket?" Her small frame wiped itself out of the driver's seat and yanked the paper from the blade. She opened the paper and her forehead instantly creased in confusion. It wasn't a ticket. "Wait for me." She read the note out loud. There was no signature and the hand writing wasn't familiar. She turned back to the car, but her trademark clumsiness got the best of her and she tripped over a coke bottle that had been dropped. Her small hand flew out and caught the side of the car her face only a foot from the ground. That's when she saw it. Her front tire rim was touching the ground, the tire shredded. Her head shot up and she saw the back tire had the same treatment.
"Fuck!" Someone had slit her tires. Her hand wrenched open the driver's side door and she threw herself into it, locking her door quickly. She pulled her cell phone and pushed the number for campus police. "What the hell is going on?" Amy breathed as she rested her head on the steering wheel. This was turning out to be a very bad day.
If Amy wasn't tired before, she was now. After giving her statement to campus police, who assured her it happened all the time, and hiring a tow driver that would cost her a large portion of her loan money, she was finally home. She paid the taxi driver and walked up the flight of stairs to her apartment.
Her keys were already in her fingers, spread in a way that would make it easier to fend off an attacker. Sometimes old habits die hard. She paused when she saw a long box sitting outside her door. A smile spread over her face. Her precious landlord Mr. Bob had probably taken it for her. It was so nice to have a grandfatherly figure around.
Picking up the box she balanced it and all of her books, turning the keys in the deadbolt. She dropped all of her books into the large neon pink chair that was placed near the door. The smile came back full force. It was impossible to look at the neon chair without smiling. Brynna said it was loud and gaudy. She also said it was perfect for her.
She rushed to the table and set the long box down. She had called Brynna right after the police. She had probably sent over flowers to make her feel better. "I'm going to have to kill her. She can't afford the flowers anymore than I can." Her hand lifted the white top off the box.
Her heart stopped. A scream built in her throat but it refused to break free from her shocked pink lips. Her breath came out in quick puffs. Shock made her eyes fill with instant tears. A bloody right arm filled the box. It wasn't until she saw the ring she had lost two weeks ago sparkling on the second finger that the scream finally broke free.