A/N: My wonderful readers, I return to you with a new story in my OC series.
Alli: Yup, I get my own mini-series!
Me: Yes, yes you do!
Any woo, welcome to my new story, Country Music's Craziest.
All mistakes are my fault
Sing like Nobody's Watching
After leaving Roanoke, I went back to my apartment to pack for my trip back home. As I was packing, my phone rang, sending my beagle in to a barking fit, so I picked it up.
"St. Pierre- Kameka." I stated to the person on the other end.
"Hello Dr. St. Pierre- Kameka, this is Section Chief Erin Strauss, I am calling to inform you that the BAU has a case in Nashville, and you might not be able to attend the event your brother had planned this weekend." the voice on the other end droned.
"Thank you, Chief Strauss; I will head back to the BAU now for the briefing." I replied, mentally cursing the UnSubs.
"Good-bye, Dr. St. Pierre- Kameka." Chief Strauss answered, hanging up.
I walked into the BAU with my go-bag and headed to the conference room. I walked in and sat down in my usual spot at the table, picked up the tablet and started scanning the crime scene photos while I waited for everyone else. JJ walked in, followed by Derek, then Aaron, then Spencer, and finally, David. They all sat down and started looking over case files. Penelope walked in from her office, picked up the remote for the TV and started explaining.
"This is Cathy Mill, age 24; she was murdered in her home last Tuesday. She was beaten, starved, and tortured before having a knife shoved through her heart, and," she started, then paused to blink and breath, "having her head removed." she finished, covering her eyes as the picture of the head appeared on the screen. I took a moment to soak in the images before Penelope began to speak again.
"Cathy is the fourth victim in a string of murders in Nashville, Tennessee. The other victims, Bethany Carter, Susanne Mullins, Elizabeth Forune and Desiree Anderson, all beaten, tortured, starved and had their heads removed, but that's not the only reason Tennessee PD connected these cases, at each crime scene, a different country song was playing." Penelope quoted, still not looking at the screen, where all the crime scene photos were showing the headless victims were displayed. Continuing, she said "The song at the first crime scene, Bethany Carter's apartment, was Psycho by Jack Kittle, at the second crime scene, Susanne Mullins' house, was I've Got Someone To Kill by Johnny Paycheck, at the third crime scene, Elizabeth Forune's flat, was The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks, and at the latest crime scene, Cathy Mills' house, Murder on Music Row by George Straight and Alan Jackson."
"Hey, I know the third song; it was pretty popular back home in the 90's." I piped in, breaking the silence.
"Really? A song about murder was ever popular where you grew up?" Derek questioned, looking confused.
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, it was hugely popular because of the beat and video." I retaliated, arguing the song choice.
"Well, seeing as though there's a one week cooling off period between kills, wheels up in twenty minutes." Aaron said, breaking up mine and Derek's miniature argument. I walked out of the conference room to my desk and grabbed my go-bag and my purse, and headed outside to wait for everyone else. As I was waiting for everyone, I started singing,
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
As I was singing, Spencer and Derek walked up behind me clapping. I blushed.
"Guys! You weren't supposed to hear me sing! No one is!" I yelled, looking embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, you were really good." Derek claimed.
"You really are amazing." Spencer boasted. Just after Spencer said that, JJ walked out.
"Who's amazing at what?" JJ asked, begging to be caught up on the situation.
"Alissa is an amazing singer, Morgan and I walked out here and heard her sing, and I believe it was the song from the third crime scene, The Thunder Rolls." Spencer supplied, making me feel even more embarrassed.
"Yes, it was, like I told Derek, that song was very popular back home." I mumbled, betting that my face was cherry red.
"Ooh! Let me hear!" JJ squealed.
"Ok Ok! Fine." I caved, and started singing a shorter song,
It's 'bout as bad as it could be
Seems everybody's buggin' me
Like nothing wants to go my way-
yeah, it just ain't been my day
Nothin's comin' easily
Even my skin is acting weird
I wish that I could grow a beard
Then I could cover up my spots
not play connect the dots
I just wanna disappear
Up-up-up-
Can only go up from here
Up-up-up-Up
where the clouds gonna clear
Up-up-up-
There's no way but up from here
Even something as simple as
Forgettin' to fill up on gas
There ain't no explanation why-
things like that can make you cry
Just gotta learn to have a laugh
Up-up-up-
Can only go up from here
Up-up-up-Up
where the clouds gonna clear
Up-up-up-
There's no way but up from here
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah...
When everything is goin' wrong
Don't worry, it won't last for long
Yeah, it's all gonna come around
Don't go let it get you down
You gotta keep on holding on
It's 'bout as bad as it could be
Seems everybody's buggin' me
Like nothing want to go my way-
yeah, it just ain't been my day
Nothin's comin' easily
Up-up-up-
Can only go up from here
Up-up-up-Up
where the clouds gonna clear
Up-up-up-
There's no way but up from here
Oh- I'm going up
Oh- I'm going up
Oh- I'm going up
Oh- I'm going up
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah...
I finished the song just as Aaron and David walked out of the building. JJ, Spencer and Derek started clapping and I decided to stand up and bow. Aaron and David walked over and told everybody it was time to go.
On the jet, Spencer and JJ walked over and sat next to me.
"Where did you learn to sing like that?" JJ asked, genuinely stunned.
"Well, my mother is a great singer, so I grew up around music, and back home, Shania Twain, Garth Brooks, Reba, Brooks and Dunn, Alabama and Alan Jackson were really popular." I answered.
"Well, I could never do that, ever." Spencer stated, looking confident in his statement.
"No, I bet you sing great!" I contributed to make him feel better.
"No way, I honestly cannot sing!" Spencer groaned, "Here, listen", and he started singing,
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember
The people we used to be
It's even harder to picture
That you're not here next to me
You say it's too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralysed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
JJ and I clapped, and I am pretty sure David did too. Spencer blushed so hard he was blood red.
"Oh my God Spencer, you are amazing!" I praised, he really was good.
"Ooh! I have an idea!" JJ boasted. "Do you both know 'Party for Two' by Shania Twain and Billy Currington?" JJ asked with a smirk on her face.
"I do." We both answered, looking scared by JJ expression.
"Ok, good!" JJ exclaimed, clapping hr hands to get everyone's attention.
"I now present Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Alissa St. Pierre-Kameka with our in-flight entertainment!" JJ announced like a hostess.
I waved, and so did Spencer. Then, out of nowhere, the music for 'Party for Two' was playing, but oddly enough, with no words. 'Here goes nothing' I thought.
Alissa: I'm havin' me a party
Reid: (I don't think I can come)
Alissa: Ah... This ain't just any kind of party
Reid: (Nah, I think I'll stay at home)
Alissa: Ah, oh no... It's gonna be really, really hot
Reid: (It's startin' to sound good)
Alissa: I'm gonna put you on the spot
Reid: (Baby, maybe I should)
Alissa: And there'll be lots of one on one
Reid: (I guess I could be there)
Alissa: Come on and join the fun
Reid: (What should I wear?)
Alissa: I'll tell you that it,
It doesn't matter what you wear,
'Cause it's only gonna be you and me there
(together):
I'm havin' a party
A party for two
I ain't inviting nobody
Nobody but you
A: You'll be sexy in your socks
R: (we could polish the floors)
A: In case that anybody knocks
R: (Let's lock all the doors)
A: Yeah, all the things I'm gonna do
R: (I'm gonna do with you)
A: I'm wanna try something new
R: (I wanna try that too)
A: I'll tell you that it
R: (It doesn't matter) uh, uh (what I wear)
('Cause it's only gonna be)
Alissa: You and me there
(together):
I'm havin' a party
A party for two
I ain't inviting nobody
Nobody but you
A: Yeah, you
R: (I'm here)
A: You're there
R: (That's all) A: we really need
R: (We're) A: We're gonna party hearty
R: (Just) A: Just you and me
R: (Don't) A: Don't think about now
R: (Don't) A: Don't even doubt it now
B: I'm inviting you to Alissa: a party for two
A: All the things I'm gonna do
R: (I'm gonna do with you)
A: I'm wanna try something new with you, ooh
R: (I wanna try that too)
(together):
I'm havin' a party
A party for two
I ain't inviting nobody
Nobody but you
After the song finished, everyone started clapping, and I think Derek even whistled.
"Wow kiddos, you're both pretty good." David commented, looking astounded by our performance.
"Wait, Reid, where'd you learn to sing like that?" Derek quizzed, looking more confused than a third grader doing algebra.
"I- umm- my- my mother t-taught m-me." Spencer stuttered, looking very red.
"Don't be embarrassed Reid, you were great." Aaron assured him. "You too, Alissa."
"Thanks." We both mumbled, looking at the floor bright red. Just then, the pilot came over the PA system saying we were landing soon. I sat back down and buckled the seat belt. Ad we slowly landed in Nashville I thought of how cool it would be to meet a country singer in the city of country music.
A/N: So, what did you think? Too many songs? I had fun writing ths chapter, and I really hope you enjoyd it!
Until Next Time: Morgan: uh, it's Dr. Spencer Reid, R-E-I-D.
Rossi: *Snickers*