The Game.
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Not mine. I really wish it was, but sadly it's not. *sniffle*
A/N:
Hi there! Ok firstly, thanks for checking this out. I know this is pretty short, but I wanted to see if there was any interest in this. I'll be posting the next bit soon, so if you could leave a little review, that would be really, really awesome; I'd love to know what you think!
Chapter One.
"The rules are simple. We take turns. Before your shot, you pick a member of your team to save. They leave. You pull it. If there's nothing you pass it on to me. This goes on till the game ends."
"How do I know you'll let them go?" she was proud her voice hadn't wavered, she had been certain it would betray how terrified she really was.
"I'm in here with you. I can't get out till the end."
"What happens if I die before they're all free?" she had to know.
"Who ever isn't freed before you die, dies too." he replied simply.
She could feel their eyes boring into her. All silently begging her to make the right choice.
Could she do it? Potentially sacrifice some of her friends in the hope of saving them all?
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.
She briefly closed her eyes, before nodded her consent, not trust her voice to stay as nonchalant as she was trying to appear.
She hoped it was the right choice.
He spun the chambers, before laying it on the table between them. She leaned forward and pushed it towards him.
"You first."
He tilted his head with a slight smile. "You think this will improve your chances?"
"Just shoot."
The silence was broke by the small click
He slide the gun over to her.
"Who goes free?"
It didn't need much thought. She didn't need to see this. She smiled slightly as she remembered how freaked out the blonde became if she walked into the conference room and there were crime scene pictures on show. It was an easy decision.
"Penelope Garcia."
The set up was done sadistically. She was separated from the rest of her team, unable to see them thanks to the one-way glass, yet they could see her, they could see everything that was happening perfectly.
If it weren't for the dim lighting, bare walls and cold, almost freezer-like air, she might have been able to convince herself it was just an interview room, like the many she had been in through the years; different states, same lay-out.
There were lots of similarities. Two chairs either side of the table standing in the center of the room. An observation room to her left. An UnSub sitting opposite her.
It was the differences which reminded her this was no interview room. Her team were locked in the next room, watching everything helplessly. On the lone table, sat the gun. Opposite her sat their UnSub. This time it wasn't an unknown victim they were trying to save; it was themselves.
She waited until she heard the dim slam of the door, until she was certain the technical analyst was safe.
She raised the gun, aimed, pulled the trigger.
Click
She breathed a sigh of relief and slide it across. "Your turn."
Click.
"Agent." he nodded courteously,passing it over.
She hesitated slightly before: "Jennifer...JJ. Go."
She couldn't bring herself to look over, focusing instead on the shining eyes of her opponent. She had thought, having killed so many his eyes would be menacing, dangerous, dark, dead.
Instead they gleamed. Almost as if he was enjoying it. The game. He'd been taunting the local PD for months, with notes mentioning a game. A game they had no idea how to play.
Now here it was. A sicker version of Russian Roulette. Instead of one potential death, there were seven.
The gun was heavy, the metal cool against her clammy hand.
She could shoot him, but there was the chance the chamber was empty. She knew if she risked it - and was wrong - they all died.
Instead, she picked it up again, her finger easily finding the curved metal of the trigger. Training had made it almost second nature for her.
She wondered if this was how Reid had felt in Georgia, when he refused to pick a member of the team to die, choosing instead to risk being shot himself. She wished she could be as brave as he had been.
You are. Your risking yourself to save them.
But i'm risking them too, she argued with herself, if this shot is the one, that...that has the bullet, only two are saved...
"Two more than if i didn't play." She raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
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