Written in the Signs – Part One
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Strauss highers a new team member, she has a few secrets of her own. She's Agent Rossi's daughter that he doesn't know about and has a crazy ex who kidnaps her. She gives that BAU another case of it's own. Allison Brooks finds out EXACTLY what it takes to be a member of the BAU... and she might not be able to handle it.
Authors Note:
So I started this story :] I really hope you like it.
It's filled with Mystery and a lot of other stuff.
As you can tell it's a Spencer/OC story, but she's involved with the work.
So it's sort of like another co-worker/co-worker relationship, like with my other one.
Except, this one has a LOT of twists. I hope you enjoy.
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PS- this is only going to be about 5 chapters or so. Just letting you know :]
I know that Spencer/OC stories don't get much reviews for some reason. Can someone please review this and tell me how it is? Thanks.
PS- I am thinking of writing a Sherlock Holmes/Criminal Minds crossover. OR a Inception/ Criminal Minds crossover. It's either one or the other. Would anyone read it? If I get enough answers I'll give a sneak peak of the summery if you want! Thanks.
I stood curiously in Erin Strauss' office. She was on her computer, I was waiting for her to finish something. I was nervous, especially about meeting David Rossi, I knew very little about him and read his books. Erin Strauss looked at me as she pressed a button on her computer while she stood up. "Alright, Ms. Brooks." she said as she stood up. "I'll introduce you to the team." she told me as she opened the door for me, I followed her as she walked down the hall and we were all of a sudden in a bullpen, people were walking around but no one was sitting at their desks. Erin Strauss led me into a room where I saw pictures of people that were murdered on a screen as the person who was speaking paused when they saw Erin Strauss and I behind her.
"This is your newest team member, Allison Brooks. She will be joining you on this case." Was all Erin Strauss had to say, she looked at me and walked out of the room. I stood there as the team looked at me. I could tell by their body language they were not ready to have another team member in their team. Erin Strauss told me about the former team member who had gotten transferred, but didn't go into much detail. I walked in and sat down at the table at an empty seat.
"I was just telling the team about a murder in Boise, Idaho." the man that had been talking before. I was guessing he was Aaron Hotchner, he was the Unit Chief, that's what Erin Strauss said anyway. Aaron Hotchner went on with his presentation explaining every detail they new about the murder. It was a murder that happened last night, it was a teenage girl that was a white 15 years old, the same thing happened the night before and it was with a white 17 year old girl just 3 miles away from where this girl was murdered. They were killed the same way and that's why they connected them. They decided to go because they had less than 12 hours until another girl was murdered, according to the unsubs timing.
I was sitting on the plane, looking at the case file as one of the team members walked on the plane, I didn't know any of them, I only knew Aaron Hotchner's name because Erin Strauss was telling me that he was the Unit Chief. I looked up at one of them as he sat across from me. I looked up at him, he was looking at me with a wild grin on his face. I raised my eyebrows as I shut the case file.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him, his smirk turned into a smile as he shrugged. "Okay.. well that's not odd at all." I said as I opened the case file again and studied it. I felt him staring at me again as I glanced up at him.
"You have very pretty eyes." he said, I raised my eyebrows.
"That is very flattering, but I believe this is not the time and place for flirting." I told him as I looked back down at the case file.
"Congratulations, Brooks. You've passed the first test." he told me, I looked up and him and nodded. "I'm Derek Morgan, by the way." he told me.
"Don't scare her, Morgan." a woman with dark brown hair said as she took her seat behind me. "I'm Emily Prentiss," she said, I nodded and smiled.
"You ever been to Boise, Idaho sweetheart?" Derek Morgan asked me, he said 'Boise, Idaho' in a southern accent, one that you would have in Texas. Not Idaho. I gave him a look that said I wasn't fazed by his attempt to act like he was from Idaho.
"Hey Reid." I heard Emily Prentiss say from behind me, I glanced up at the boy who looked as young as me, he smiled at her as he sat across from me. He didn't seem like a 'social-butterfly' of any sort, nor did he talk like he was. He sounded like a genus, and by the intelligence he portrayed in the conference we just had not more than 10 minutes ago, he sounded like one. I watched him as he sat down and pulled the case file out of his bag, I smiled and looked back down at my case file. I felt him staring at me again, I looked up and saw Morgan staring at me.
"Morgan." I said, he smiled as he looked at his case file, pretending that he wasn't, I squinted my eyes at him and shook it off as I looked down at my case file. I continued to read it until I saw Aaron Hotchner walk onto the plane with David Rossi following behind. I watched David Rossi as he took his seat them looked back down at the case file. About 7 hours later, the plane landed and everyone stood up.
"Rossi, I want you to go with Prentiss to talk to the victims families, Morgan, Reid and Brooks, you are with me, going to the police station." Aaron Hotchner said as he got off the plane, Derek followed him, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi walked past me, I stood up and went before Reid did. I didn't know his first name. There were two black cars waiting for us, David Rossi and Emily Prentiss went in one, while we walked over to the other. Morgan walked to the door and opened it, then looked at me.
"Here you are," he said, I raised my eyebrows as I got in the car, he smiled and shut the door as he went around to the passengers side and sat down. I smiled at Reid who got in next to me. Aaron Hotchner got in the drivers side and started the car. Morgan and Aaron Hotchner started talking about something that had to do with the case. I was looking at Reid, curiously watching what he was doing, while multitasking and listening to everything that came out of their mouths.
"Detective Jackson, I'm Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, this is Agent Morgan, Reid, and Brooks." Aaron Hotchner said as he shook hands with the Detective. "Our other agents are talking to the families." the Detective nodded as he showed us where we were to set everything up. "Morgan, take Brooks with you to the crime scenes." Aaron Hotchner told Morgan, then he whispered something to him.
"Alright, Hotch." Morgan said as he looked at me and motioned for me to come with him. I looked at Hotch as I walked past them and followed Morgan to the car. I got in the passengers seat as Morgan started the car and started driving. "How old are you?" he asked, I shot my head over to him, caught off guard. "You look like your Spencer's age."
"Who's Spencer?" I asked him, he looked at me, and then back to the road as he chuckled. "His last names Reid?" I asked, putting the pieces together, I felt so stupid for asking that question; Morgan nodded.
"That would be correct baby girl." he said, I raised my eyebrows. Did he seriously just call me 'baby girl', was that a nickname he decided to give me or a come on? "Sorry, I say that to Penelope all the time, it's just habit."
"And Penelope is?" I asked, I haven't met her so I had no idea who the heck she was.
"Our tech-goddess. She's the best technical analyst, ever. You'll meet her when we get back." I nodded and looked back at the window. "Reid is 30." Morgan said after a couple minutes, I could tell it was because he was so eager to know my age. I smirked to myself them looked at him.
"Well. You were wrong." I told him, he glanced over at me. "I'm younger than him." I said, I noticed his eyebrows raise when I said that, I could tell he was in shock. "I'm 25." I told him, knowing that would shock him even more.
"Is that even possible?" he asked, rhetorically of course. I knew it, but decided to answer it anyway.
"I graduated high school when I was 16 with a few college credits, then I got a Masters in Anthropology, and a degree in Criminology and Psychology." I told him truthfully, he looked over at me, then to the road, then back to me and the road.
"Oh my god. We have another Reid." he said, I shook my head and laughed. I didn't know much about Spencer Reid, but I knew he was exceptionally smart by the way he talked and the knowledge he knew.
"If Prentiss and Rossi were just here, why are we coming back?" I asked Morgan curiously as we walked to the front steps.
"Because the family isn't here," Morgan said as he opened the door, that would explain the caution tape around the yarn. Jeez, Allison. You can be so stupid sometimes. "So, it happened upstairs in her bedroom..." Morgan said, more to himself as he walked down the hall and to the right, we both put blue gloves on in the car. I followed him, I came to the 16 year old girls room, it was similar to mine when I was 16. Pictures of friends on the walls, TV, a couple of pictures of Ashton Kutcher; 11 years ago, for me it was all about Brad Pitt. I looked at the bed and the blood stains on the wall and floor, then to where Morgan was standing.
"I climb through this window..." he mumbled to himself, then looked at me. "Lie down." he said as he pointed to the bed, I raised my eyebrows.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Just lay down." he said, I gave him a look, then I laid down on my back and looked at him. "Close your eyes." he told me, I knew giving him a look would only post pone what he was going to do. I listened, I closed my eyes. "So I come and hold a gun up to your head and cover your mouth." Morgan put his two fingers that were shaped like a gun to my head and a hand over my mouth. I opened my eyes quickly. "I tell you not to say a word, if you do I will shoot you." he said as he looked at me, then he glanced in the direction of the floor to my left where a garbage can was. "Then I rape you," he said as he let go of me and took his hands away, then looked over at the blood on the other side of the room. "When I'm finished I grab you by your hair," Morgan said as he reached out as if he did, "And pull you over here." he said, I sat up and saw him aiming his hand that was shaped like a gun to the wall where the blood stain was. "And then I kill you." he said as he put his hand back to normal, I stood up.
"Her parents must have not been here," I said as I looked at a picture of the girl with her friends. "And the unsub must have known that." I said as I looked at Morgan, he nodded as he started taking the gloves off. I pulled mine off also.
"Good work Brooks." he told me as we walked out of the house and went back to the car.
"Where are we going now?" I asked him once I got my seat belt on.
"Cassandra Davis' house." he said, Cassandra Davis was the 17 year old girl that was murdered first.
"How old are you, Morgan?" I asked as I turned my head to him, he asked me so it was only fair that I ask him.
"How old do you think I am?" he asked, curiously. He probably thought I would be generous and take a few years off, but I was going to guess it right on the ball.
"37." I said, he looked at me quickly.
"I thought people were supposed to be generous." Morgan said, I smirked.
"What if I was being generous?" I asked him, he looked at me.
"You're gonna fit in perfectly fine." he said with a smile.
5 minutes later we got to the house of Cassandra Davis. Morgan did the same thing he did last time, it was different, though because it happened on the couch. We went back to the police station afterwords to report back to Hotch. We all started discussing the profile of the unsub, they said it would most likely be a white male 25 to 40 that stalks his victims prior. I thought it was all wrong, I was thinking about the possible things it could be.
"Brooks." I heard Hotch say, I looked up at him. "Do you have anything to say?" I could tell he wanted me to get involved with this, earlier I was just observing; he wants to test me. Make sure I'd be a good fit for the team.
"Yeah, actually... what if the unsub is around they're age, they live 3 miles away from each other and most likely went to the same school, each of them had a lot of friends, one of them was a cheerleader while the other was a volleyball player. Each of the victims were alone, maybe the unsub knew about it and decided to go over. At the first victims house there wasn't any evidence of a break in of any sort. In the case file it said that Cassandra Davis had "fight back" wounds. Maybe she fought back when he came onto her, then pulled out his gun. With the second victim he might have just used an aggressive approach, he didn't want to risk being turned down again." I said, everyone was shocked that I had come to that conclusion and were silent. "I read about a case like it in Spain."
"That could make sense," Hotch spoke up.
"That would mean that the unsub may have had a history of child abuse, and maybe has anger management issues." Spencer spoke up.
"He would be a "ladies man", a player." Morgan spoke up, of course he would say that. "He would probably on the Football team or Wrestling team."
"Brooks and Reid, you two go to the school they went to and talk to the couches of the teams." I nodded and followed Spencer out the door. I understood going into this that it was all work and no play.