Chapter One: The Worst Day of my Life
As I look over the lake I see all the faces of those I cared for; Morgan, Hotch, Gideon, Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss. I still can't bring myself to believe what happened that one day… my birthday, recalling the memory I wonder why I didn't just take the day off like Gideon had ordered me to. It is my fault and no one else's…..but let me tell you the beginning first.
It's the Friday before it, and I am not looking forward to it. I am supposed to be visiting my mother….she's a schizophrenic for those who don't know much about me. My big day is in two days. It's on a Sunday. Gideon is expecting me to go and do something fun, but I would just be finding myself outside his office waiting to play a game of chess. I have a problem being social, so I'm considered the weird one. But everyone here cares about me I guess, and yeah I get the weird looks from the passerbys, but I've met a few guys that I can talk to…. Only because they're also Trekkies. That's right I'm a geek.
I am going to my office (the B.A.U) on the subway as usual, and I determine as soon as I walk into the room they are planning something suspicious. Morgan jumps, and that's very unusual for him, he normally makes others jump. Garcia runs back into her office, nervously looking back over her shoulder. And Hotch…being Hotch. Prentiss wants me to show her that magic trick again, so I do….just to amuse her so the others can get out of the room. Gideon is laughing, actually laughing, when I get to him. He is standing next to JJ and neither of them will say what is so funny. They just laugh harder.
You have no idea what it's like to be the littlest and the youngest. I never get taken seriously. Not even by kids! Just a few days before this event Morgan called me a wet rat again just cause some lady on the street was asking me something and had a water hose… I guess she is the kind of person who waves her hands a lot. Sometimes life SUCKS!
After everyone settles down from all the joking, we go to the round table to get an overview of our next case. This time we have a pyro maniac on our hands. Sometimes I feel like the Scooby doo gang. As usual the meeting is just a bunch of talking. We know that our suspect is in Virginia (in a town pretty well close to home). And not too long after the briefing we get a call from a very hysterical woman who says her husband is dead and that he has been severely burned on his face hands and feet. When we get to the crime scene the lady is in tears.
She's saying, "I have no idea how this could've happened!"
I have no idea how to calm her. Then I walk over to Morgan and say, "That's what I'd like to know. It's broad daylight yet our unsub had the courage to attack somebody. Surely someone must've saw something." But no such luck, it can never be so simple. So we continue to gather our evidence.
We notice at about noon (halfway through our crime scene sweep) that there is a note lying behind the sofa saying, "We're coming for you next."
Well how stupid can you be , "they" have got to have left enough finger prints to identify the subject, so Morgan calls Garcia (I wonder when they're just going to get together).
He says, "We need your help analyzing data when we get back." But it has been a long day, so we called it a night and decide that's better left for the morning. You can only take so much of the smell of burned flesh. At least I know I can.
Early the next morning when we all arrive at work and start working through the evidence. We find finger prints and surprisingly some marks on the paper which spell out the last names, Goulden and Woolfe. This just gets easier and easier. We have Garcia look up the two names and we find about five results each. But two stick out like a sore thumb. Jim Goulden, and Peter Woolfe. They have been working together blowing up people's cars, and have been involved in theft of weaponry. Mostly consisting of explosives flamethrowers and fireworks. No one has been able to apprehend them. They've only heard about them in newspapers and caught sight of them on surveillance cameras…. These guys are good if they can be identified bit still get away and continue killing.
The day drags on and on like that. By time we are finished and allowed to go home the images are burned into my brain. I get home and try to sleep…but who can sleep with those images…not me that's for sure.
Its finally the day I've been dreading…my birthday. The day goes pretty well for the case working part though. We think we've almost found them. We just keep getting closer and closer but it's always just out of reach. Funny how things work out like that all they time.
Well after work the team takes me out to a bar. Lord only knows why. And somehow, Morgan convinces me to get drunk, with a bet saying he can drink more than me. I'm not going to take that! So the best mid-afternoon of my life I party like there is nothing wrong in my life. Drinking, dancing, it's great. By the time the feeling of a hangover wares off it's about 6:00P.M. We are all back at our office still laughing and talking. Then they pull out presents and cake (every stinking year this happens).
Gideon has gotten me a really nice crystal chess set. He says it's so I can get better. Hotch has gotten me a book on being social, "Better Habits for the Social Life" It's called. Garcia has spent her time in a knitting class just to knit a new purple scarf for me because my old one got ripped by Tobias and his "friends". Morgan gets me a shaving kit for when I actually grew a moustache (an inside joke between us two). Prentiss has gone and bought me the entire "Lord of the Rings" book series. One of my favorites when I was a kid. But JJ's is by far the best. She gets me something I can never replace. It's a locket. I don't open it at the moment though. I figure I'll wait until I get home. Then there was a gift from my mother. It's was a box sitting on my desk, but before I can open it I hear a familiar ticking noise. I'm curious and am about to investigate when Hotch pulls me away to tell me the book was a joke. I laugh and tell him thanks and then turn to go back to my desk. When I turn around Morgan is just looking suspiciously at the box from my mother. He tells me he heard a strange noise but I just shrug it off. As I get to the desk I see him duck and yell at everyone to get down. It's funny that the thought to duck like he says is the only thought I ever process 5X slower than a normal persons thought. So by the time the reality of it hits me…..so does Morgan and I find myself unconscious on the ground with Morgan shielding me from whatever has just happened…
please read and reveiw, i give crecit to iamasipe for corresting all my mistakes, it wouldntve been posted without her help