Author's note: This fic changes time and point of view a few times. I've tried to make it very easy to follow, so I hope no one gets confused. This first chapter starts in what will be the present.
Disclaimer: Even though I shamelessly stole the chapter title from "The Fisherking" part 1, I own no part of the CM empire.
A wound of the mind
Alex let his eyes scan the darkened street around him as he sipped slowly on his third cup of coffee. He never imagined that his stakeout would take this long. He glanced at his watch again- 3 hours so far.
What could be taking so long? They should have gotten back hours ago.
He let out a deep sigh and continued watching for his prey to arrive home. Alex would make him pay for what happened this morning. Certainly, Adrian had been foolish, waiting around for the FBI to show up at his house. Alex tried to warn him not to mess up their carefully laid plans, but Dre always gave himself more credit than was due. This time it had cost Dre his freedom and Alex his partner in crime.
Now Alex's hand was forced. He'd never intended to get anywhere near the police, but Dre's untimely capture changed the situation drastically. It wouldn't take the FBI long to connect Dre to Alex if they felt a reason to look closer, so Alex had to eliminate the only person that suspected a team effort- Spencer Reid. The FBI's pet genius had proclaimed all week he thought there were two suspects, but with no substantial evidence to back him up, he was overridden by the other agents. Alex kept close watch on the developments of the case, and was relieved that after Dre's arrest, the case seemed closed. He knew for certain that Adrian wouldn't give him up, and he was willing to let Dre take the fall for his own stupidity. He worried though, that the kid with the badge would keep running his mouth, and they'd be forced to investigate further. Alex had worked too hard to let that happen.
His mind wandered over the various exploits he and Adrian carried out over the past year. So many good times, but he still felt the actual abductions were the most fun. Adrian really enjoyed the torture and killing, but for Alex, the planning, organizing, and executing was the most enjoyable part of their joint ventures. There was nothing like the adrenaline rush felt from grabbing someone when they least expect it and have no idea what is happening.
A smile graced his face as he thought back to their last victims, a gorgeous pair, twins, brother and sister.
Such fun… Family affairs are always interesting.
His smile broadened at the memory of the pain each sibling felt watching the other suffer. He still thought it was a shame that the sister died first; she'd been his pick after all. Adrian decided to get her brother as an afterthought to up the fun. Alex wasn't sure if the boy had lived or not; he couldn't risk hanging around the police station any longer than he had to find out. Not that he cared; he just wanted to know if their effort had been wasted.
Alex stretched his arms out to lessen the tension in them. He glanced around the street again, and, seeing nothing, decided to lean the seat back some. His head had barely hit the seat when he heard a vehicle approaching. He waited a moment before sitting up. He felt his pulse rate increase slightly as the small SUV stopped at the apartment building he'd been watching. A familiar figure exited the driver's side.
Derek Morgan? What on earth is he doing here? This could ruin everything!
He felt despair as he watched Agent Morgan open the passenger door and assist Agent Reid out.
Wait-is he injured? I didn't hear about that! This could work in my favor as long as Agent Morgan doesn't stick around.
Alex knew better than to think he could take on two FBI agents at once. He watched anxiously as the two agents walked slowly into the apartment building, Agent Morgan supporting Agent Reid. Alex leaned back in his seat again.
He has to leave sometime. I might as well wait here until the time is right.