I'm turning my recent development of insomnia into something productive. Keep in mind, this is labeled crime/horror for a reason. It isn't like my other stories. My "From Russia with Terror" sequel has an outline that I am working on. I just need to get this one out of my system.

Linda's Revenge

It took three months of meticulous planning. Three months that was a combination of research, surveillance, and anticipating problems. All the while she toiled away in doing meaningless work for the FBI. She was prevented from glowing in the spotlight and receiving the attention Linda so desperately craved.

The BAU was nothing but a group of arrogant fools. They were high on their own power to do whatever they wanted. They claimed they cared for people, but they were no different from her in their need for validation. Cuffing unsubs made them feel good, but it did nothing to promote the image of the FBI in the way she could. Without question, she believed they were all rotten to the core.

They really believed that she could be sidelined without consequences. In their eyes, she was a villain, not a crusader for justice. Linda was determined show them what a real villain looked like and how destroying her reputation was the biggest mistake they would ever make.

…

It was a leisurely Saturday night for Spencer Reid. He chose to visit a coffee shop and read a book while there. Quickly losing track of time, the ten-minute closing announcement was given. Walking out, he felt good as he had read a lot of his book and enjoyed it a great deal.

As he walked home to his apartment, he suddenly felt a gun to his back.

"Give me your phone," a muffled voice said.

He shakily pulled it out. The person grabbed it and tucked it away.

"Take whatever else you want," he said trying to sound calm.

"I will," the muffled voice said. "Including you."

Guiding him with the gun, the person pushed him into the back seat of a near-by car. He tried to unlock once he was in, but the locks were on. The person quickly got in and Reid could see the person had on a full ski mask. He also noted that the person had the figure of a woman.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The woman briefly turned around and Tasered him.

"Any other dumb questions?"

Once the pain subsided, he shook his head.

"Good," she said.

The woman drove quickly, but careful not to exceed the speed limit. After about ten minutes, he realized where they were going: To see Prentiss.

…

Prentiss was enjoying a fine glass of wine when her door buzzed.

"It's Spencer," he said shakily. "I need to talk to you."

He sounded terrified.

"Come on up," she said in her most soothing voice.

A few minutes, there was a knocking on her door. She opened the door to find Reid being held at gun-point by a masked woman.

The woman forced her way in with Reid being used as shield. She Tasered Prentiss with a powerful charge, and then pulled out a syringe and stabbed Reid with it. As Prentiss shook, the woman ran in the direction of her kitchen and pulled out a butcher knife. She slashed her clothes off.

When Prentiss was done shaking, the woman pulled off her mask and leaned over her. It was Linda Barnes.

"Doing anything stupid and I'll kill Reid," she said.

Prentiss reached for her throat.

"How do I know you won't kill Reid anyway?" she asked fiercely.

"Because I want him to suffer," she said.

She pulled out another syringe and stabbed her in the neck.

…

Prentiss woke up briefly and found Reid next her in her bed wearing nothing but boxers. She also noticed she was bleeding from the chest. Prentiss knew she didn't have much time.

Barnes was staring at her with a gleeful smile.

"In case you were wondering, the drugs I used will won't be traceable."

"You really are a cold-hearted freak," Prentiss spat out.

She began to stab her with vicious rage. Prentiss was losing consciousness.

"Why Reid?" she asked with one of her last breaths.

"The ultimate torture for J.J."

The pain was unbearable, but she couldn't scream. She was too weak. Tears leaked down her face as she thought of the fate that awaited Reid.

"Goodbye, Emily," she said with a smile. "You should have never messed with me."

"Screw you," she tried to say but it only came out as a whisper.

She tried to reach for Reid's hand managed to touch his fingers in her last moment of life.

…

Everything went according to plan. She made sure Reid was dripping in Prentiss' blood and his finger prints were in the right location on the knife. Barnes had been studying up on crime scene analysis and crafted the scenario she wanted the police to believe. She spread out their clothes accordingly and took the outfit she had slashed off Prentiss it in the pack she carried.

In the end, Barnes was exceptionally pleased with her handiwork. Reid wouldn't wake up for several more hours and would be devasted by what he had done. His act of insubordination still burned her even as J.J. was her main target.

Careful to avoid surveillance cameras, she left using a service elevator and crept out.

Now all she had to do was wait for the team implode. She might not have a front-row seat but hearing the gossip would sooth her. Barnes didn't doubt they would figure out it was her. She made sure it was impossible to prove it though and that would eat at the team for the rest of their lives. Who said revenge couldn't be sweet?

Author's Note:

This is not the end. I am not going to reveal my hand. I just want you know that I intend to provide some closure, though it might not be what some of you are expecting, especially given my writing style. Consider this the dark side of KESwriter.