Another Storm Coming
(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, or any of its characters, even if I wish I did. I only own my OC. Please read and review. No flames alright? This is my second fanfiction, technically, and my first time writing about something other than phantom of the opera. So please be nice. Hope you like it.)
Summary: When Marissa Wayne's parents are killed in an "accident", she joins the BAU to learn the skills she needs to find and punish her parents' killer. But when she meets Dr. Spencer Reid, that all changes. Will she find what she was looking for or will she find something more? Please read and review. Rated M for language, violence, graphic imagery, sexual situations, and mentions of rape. (AN: for all intensive purposes I have made it so Gideon has a Granddaughter.)
Chapter One: A Change in the Winds
Marissa's POV:
I watched from the curb as my house burned to the ground. Everything I had ever known was gone, just like that. My books, my computer, my music, and most importantly my family; all of it turned to ash in a matter of moments. I had been coming down to visit for the weekend, planning to surprise my parents before my mother's birthday on Saturday. Her gift was still in the trunk of my car, wrapped in bright pink paper with sugar skulls printed on it. I'd had searched for months to find the perfect gift for her, finally finding a necklace in a jewelry store window in the shape of a small skull, with real diamonds for the eyes. The painted silver skull had been so perfect. It matched the tattoo she had gotten on her upper arm a few years ago. I had been so excited that night as I drove through my familiar neighborhood, but my joy quickly faded to horror as I reached my street and found it crowded with firemen desperately trying to stop my home from collapsing. I got out of my car, not caring about anything but finding out if my parents were alright as I raced towards the commotion. "Ma'am I need you to stay back," an officer blocked my path, trying to hold me back. I fought hysteria as I shoved him aside, "Mom! Dad!" My pace never slowed, not till I stood on what remained of my front lawn and stopped dead in my tracks, screaming for my parents. Heat licked at my cheeks, smoke clouding my vision; I ran again, towards the burning building. One of the firemen grabbed me before I reached the door and carried me away, even as I fought against him, kicking and screaming while tears streamed down my face. By the time we had reached one of the ambulances, I had gone numb. I had inhaled smoke but I didn't care. I refused to let the medics touch me, holding down the hacking coughs that threatened to wrack my body. No. This can't be happening. It's all a dream. It HAS to be. I shook my head in denial, refusing to accept my fears as reality, even as the ashes of my old life shouldered on the ground before me. A young officer walked up to me, shaking her head in apology. "No," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears, "no, please don't say it." She rested her hand gently on my shoulder, not noticing when I shied away from her touch, "I'm so sorry." I just kept repeating the same thing over and over, as if saying "no" would keep my sanity intact. I met her brown-eyed gaze and dissolved into tears. The officer's around me spoke vaguely of a gas leak being the cause of the accident. One of them said something about the fireplace being the source. My head snapped up. My parents never used the fireplace, insisted that it was too dangerous; they'd even had the gas cut off a few years ago so nothing like this would happen. I knew right then that this was no accident. Somebody had killed my parents. Somebody had stolen everything from me, and I was gonna make them pay for it if it was the last thing I ever did.
Reid's POV:
One year later…
I took a sip of my second cup of coffee that morning as I opened the next report on my desk. Part of me was excited for the work, but even I got tired of filling out the same things over and over after awhile. We had just gotten back from a particularly taxing case. The unsub had been kidnapping and killing brunettes in their late twenties, and dumping the bodies in their families' driveways. We caught him just as he was about to dispatch the last victim. He had tried to use her as a hostage, but Hotch had managed to talk him down somehow. I rubbed my eyes tiredly. This case had really taken its toll on me. They had all looked so much like her. Maeve, her name echoed in my mind and my heart clenched painfully. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed, waiting for the onslaught of images that thinking of her always brought. Before they came though, Morgan tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey kid," The older agent said, "Hotch called us all the conference room, says it's important." I nodded silently, thankful for the distraction and wondering why we were suddenly being called to conference. Maybe it's a new case, I thought absently, standing slowly before heading towards the doors. I was the last one inside from what I saw, even Garcia was there. Their expressions were all cautious as I sat down. "Does anybody know what this is about?" I asked quietly. Emily and Alex both shook their heads. Rossi shrugged, "beats me." I turned to look at Morgan and Garcia for their response just as Hotch walked in the door. "Everybody, I want you to meet Marissa Wayne. She'll be working with us for the next year on an internship." I raised an eyebrow, "since when do we take interns?" Hotch's gaze turned towards me, "since Jason Gideon's granddaughter applied for an internship." As soon as he spoke, a girl stepped into the room behind him. Hotch stepped aside to reveal the new intern, and my eyes widened. She looked young, younger than me even. I studied her for a minute. Her blue-green eyes were surrounded by dark circles, her lips pressed into a thin tense line, and her hair was pulled back so tightly that I was surprised it didn't hurt her. She fidgeted nervously as everybody stared at her, offering a small smile that didn't reach her eyes, "h-h-hi… I-I-I-I'm M-Marissa. N-nice to meet y-you all." She chewed slightly on her bottom lip as she waited for some kind a response. Morgan was the first to reply, a warm grin on his face, "welcome to the team."
Marissa's POV:
I watched Derek Morgan's face split into a smile that must have had a hundred girls far more attractive than me swooning at his feet. I tried to return it with a bright smile of my own, but failed miserably. Smiling hurt my face. I looked around the room at the new, yet familiar faces. I'd seen pictures of them before; I knew all of their names. I knew about them. Glancing around the room, tugging at the suit jacket I'd gotten just days ago that was far too big, I thought nothing here would shock me. That it would be boring. Boring was safe. Boring let me keep my shell around me. Of course I was wrong though. I discovered that as soon as my eyes met a pair of soft brown ones, set deep in a pale-skinned face. Long brown hair curled slightly around his face, highlighting his sharp, elegant cheekbones. My core trembled. Holy crap he's gorgeous. My dazed mind snapped to life for just a moment before I forced it back down. No, I scolded myself, no thoughts like that. Those lead to daydreams, and we are staying in the world of cold logic and facts. That's it. I tore my eyes from his, throwing up extra defenses as I let my gaze rest on Penelope Garcia. At least I won't be the only one here who's not a twig. The sharp thought almost brought a giggle to my lips. I bit it back, trying to keep a professional image. "I can't wait to learn from you all," I said, keeping my tone cool. "We look forward to teaching you," Hotch said, gesturing towards a seat near Dr. Reid. Of course, I sneered inwardly, taking my place at the table. This is gonna be a long year.
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Sincerely,
K-Chan)