First Criminal Minds story... Don't know where it came from or what I'm doing with it but here you go. This IS M rated. There are some themes some people won't approve of, I'll keep it mild but if you can watch the show and love it, then you can read a story with some graphic details. There is an OC, she's my creation other than that I don't own any part of Criminal Minds. I'll try to keep them all in character as much as possible.
Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner looked out of his office at their newest agent, a young woman no older than twenty four. She was the best in her field though and Rossi and he had made the decision together to bring in another person on their team. Morgan and Prentiss warmed up to her right away and she was immediately accepted. Unfortunately she came in at the worst time. Foyet was still missing and that was their number one case. He had given her every bit of information the others had and ordered her to learn it all within two days. So she had. Spencer had been impressed with her ability to retain information. He had grilled her hard on the case and she knew every bit of Foyet.
Hotch was sure he made the right choice with Agent Alex Holmes. Admittedly, he had looked at her last name and thought of the famous fictional Sherlock Holmes. Her resume was just as interesting too. She had worked in jails, police departments, juvenile detentions, everything. Hotch had interviewed her himself and had found that he liked her from moment one. She was a young version of him joining the FBI. She was extremely serious in the interview but he had watched her outside of the FBI building, not at home but out with friends and she was extremely responsible yet knew how to have fun too. If everyone was drinking, she didn't. She drove everyone around without a complaint and took one for the team. Hotch needed that reliability that he expected from his veteran members. He had gone to her apartment personally and hired her, asking her to start that day. She had kept a cool persona but he kept smiling and finally she broke into a grin and shook his hand and showed her excitement. She went into work with him that day and began working on the Reaper case immediately.
They worked other cases and though Holmes was new, she was very good. She made the same mistakes everyone else did and enjoyed figuring out a case or two herself. Over a year had past and still the Reaper case was unsolved. Hotch was glad he added another member to the team because Foyet had already gotten to too many team members. Who knew who else he would get to?
I, George Foyet am a simple man. I really am. All that fucking FBI agent had to do was stop hunting me and I would've stopped killing. But no, Agent Hotchner had to do the right thing, be noble, be the hero. What he didn't realize was I was making sure they would never want to hunt me again. First, I had almost killed that Derek Morgan. I scared the living hell out of that Prentiss. Reid I wouldn't be able to do much to; the kid was too smart and had been tortured before. Rossi wasn't fun enough to mess with. That left Hotchner and Holmes. Holmes interested me like no other. She was so young yet the more I watched her, the more fascinated I became. I didn't want to destroy her or torture her. I didn't want to kill her. I wanted to use her though. I wanted to break her.
I followed Agent Holmes outside of work. I learned her habits, I learned about her friends, and I learned most importantly, where she slept. Alone. No boyfriend, no husband, and to my utter delight, no roommate. It was the best set up ever. She didn't suspect a thing. If she noticed me following her, she didn't show any sign of it. Just like the others. They called themselves special agents. They got the special part right. Though as I watched Agent Holmes more and more I started to appreciate her. She fit in to two different worlds perfectly, unlike the other agents. Holmes had two lives. At work she thrived, had friends, got along with everyone including the bosses. At home she had a multitude of friends, was out every night with them. I was itching to get in there and tear her apart.
I stood on the fire escape in the dark shadows of a building, looking out across the street. Alex Holmes was, for the first time in three weeks, sitting on the couch sipping a cup of tea watching an action movie. She was wearing very soft looking grey flannel pants and a form fitting black tank top. Her normal night wear. She put her cup of tea down and stretched, her breasts pushing out. I felt my pants tighten and smirked in the shadows. It was almost time.