An/Written in response to femvamp's "good guys as bad guys" challenge. Hope you like it! I'm pretty pleased with it.
Regular disclaimers apply.
She grinned as she spotted the small article in the local paper. Local Man Dies Under Suspicious Circumstances. It wasn't anything, nothing more than a small blurb, but it was enough. Enough that she felt a surge of pride at another completed masterpiece.
Sipping her coffee she pulled out a small set of scissors and carefully clipped out the article.
Gideon had told her once that all sociopaths will either have contact with their victims, or have contact with the media. One or the other. Looking at the article in her hand, she smirked at the realization that he didn't know sociopaths as well as he thought he did.
Or maybe he did. Because, as she thought about it, she supposed she had contact with the media on a daily basis. Just because she wasn't stupid enough to flaunt her work in front of the world for all to see didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous.
Because if she knew one thing for certain, it was that she was dangerous.
And a sociopath, but really, who was keeping track?
Her buzzing phone snapped her out of her self-assuring monologue. "Agent Jareau."