Rayning On Me
By: T.L. Ryan
Summary: Special Agent Rayn Watterson has a secret that has haunted her for ten years. Finally tired of living with it she reaches out for the help of the BAU to solve the mystery that has plagued her since she was 18 years old.
Rating: M+
Pairing: D. Morgan/OFC/S. Reid
Warning: This piece contains a ménage a trios relationship, homoerotic love scenes, crude language, and violence. Viewer discretion is advised.
1: Who Am I?
"The past is a reflection of
the person the future will build
today." ~Unknown
Rayn Watterson had known from a very early age exactly what she wanted to be. Her father was a high powered attorney who worked hard and was known for his amoral behavior. Her mother was a politician on her way to a candidacy for the White House. Honorable Samuel T. Watterson and Senator Coline Watterson expected greatness from her and her twin sister Chloe. So when Rayn, then fifteen, had announced at the families weekly dinner her plans to join the FBI after college - where she hoped to major in Criminal Justice and Psychology - the explosion of temper and hateful words about how she was wasting her life had been both expected and unsurprising.
By that time she had already began to groom herself for her future career. Her choice of classes at St. Christopher Catholic Community School reflected her decision and her teachers were floored by her dedication. It was rare that they got to chance to have a student who wanted to learn like Rayn did. Upon graduation she had entered Eastern Kentucky University where she had excelled and graduated in three years, instead of the customary four. Now she was over halfway through a double doctorate in Criminal Justice and Psychology from the University of Florida.
Her Bachelor's and Master's degrees hung proudly behind her desk in her office at the federal building where she worked in London, Kentucky. But right now none of that seemed to matter.
As Rayn stepped off the elevator and pushed through the glass doors into the bullpen of the Office of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, her heart pounded in her chest and her legs felt like jello. When she had made the trip from Kentucky to Washington, D.C. to meet with SSA Erin Strauss she had not expected to get past the blonde woman. But after one look at the case file Strauss had directed her to the BAU team to present the case. Now she wished she had never asked her boss to pull in a favor for her.
'Chloe...Chloe needs you to do this.' She reminded herself as she glanced around. The office looked almost identical to her own bullpen back home. People rushed around, files were stacked haphazardly on desks, phones rang and were ignored while Agents typed reports or conferred with colleagues. Normal, it all looked so very normal. Sometimes she forgot what that was like.
A dark haired woman dressed in a simple blouse and dark trousers caught her eye and motioned her over. After taking a moment to gather herself she moved across the room with short, purposeful strides. She clinched the file folder she carried tighter to her chest as she neared the other woman. The Agent stood with two men beside a set of stairs that led up to offices.
"Hello," the woman greeted her with a warm smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes but Rayn appreciated the effort. "Can we help you?" The two men watched her in silence, studying her with trained eyes that made her feel like she a bug under a microscope.
"I'm looking for SSA Hotchner or SSA Rossi. I was told downstairs that they were on this floor." She explained and was pleased that her voice didn't shake. It was stupid really, to be scared of these people. She had faced down men with guns completely unarmed and fought hand to hand with ruthless killers. It was yet another mystery to her already impressive list.
"Hotch is up in his office, third door, Rossi just went in about five minutes ago." One of the men answered. His voice was deep and smooth as honey in whiskey. Rayn turned her gaze to focus on him. He was tall, really tall, and dark skinned with a bald head and dark eyes that watched and observed her in the most unnerving way. She quickly looked away and down at the file in her arms.
"Thank you," she muttered as she maneuvered around the group and escaped up the stairs. She didn't run, she refused to let her nerves get the best of her but it was close. As she moved across the blue carpeted floor she felt their eyes on her.
When she reached the door the man hand indicated she gave herself half a second before raising her hand and rapping on the door. A gruff response of "Come in" answered and she reached for the door knob.
It's now or never.
SSA Aaron Hotchner turned his gaze up to the door as it opened to reveal a small young woman carrying a folder baring the FBI insignia. She was pretty and obviously nervous. Her dark eyes bounced between him and David Rossi, assessing them. He appreciated the care she took when entering a room.
He took his time looking at her, which wasn't a hardship really. Her hair was dark and pulled back in a tail from a pale, feminine face with light touches of makeup. Her clothes were simple but stylish, a straight black skirt that hit her knees and a matching black blazer. A light pink camisole added color to the outfit and matched her jewelry. Even her close-toed black pumps were serviceable and matched with care to the handbag she hanging from her shoulder. She was a woman who was conscious of her appearance and took care to look professional. She wasn't thin but rather full figured with a lovely dip at her waist. She was female pure and simple and she made no apologies for it.
"Can I help you?" He asked as he stood up from behind his desk. The woman cleared her throat and looked down at her file.
"I certainly hope so." She almost whispered as she stepped forward and after a moment's hesitation handed him the file. She retreated back to the door after he had taken it from her. "My name is Special Agent Rayn Watterson, I'm with the London, Kentucky field office. I've been investigating a string of unsolved murders in a smalltown called Hyden, in the Appalachian Mountains. The case stretches over ten years. I spoke with SSA Strauss and she referred me to you and your team." As she explained Hotchner flipped through the file and skimmed the reports it contained.
"Ten years is a long time to spend killing. What kind of body count are we looking at?" He asked as he sank back down into his chair. He didn't take his eyes off the detailed reports.
"Ten at least. He takes one girl a year in January and keeps her until February 11th when he kills and dumps the bodies in a five mile stretch between the town and the local highway."
"Any witnesses or suspects?" Rossi asked as he observed the young woman. Nervous, yes, but determined to relay the story. She was somehow emotionally involved in this case. That was never a good sign.
"No witnesses, very little forensically, and there is a witness list but no one has ever stood out. The local police tried to work up a profile after the third murder but nothing ever came of it." Rayn brought her hands together in front of her and then pulled them apart only to repeat the process over again. Her foot tapped against the carpet and Rossi could tell she was trying not to pace.
"What do all the victims have in common?" The question drew the girls attention back to Hotch.
"Other than the method in which they died nothing. All of them were kidnapped from different parts of the state, different socioeconomic backgrounds, different schools, religions." She pulled her hands apart one last time and cautiously approached Hotch's desk. "All ten women share so little in common you would almost think there was no way this could be same person but..." She stopped and reached into her handbag, withdrew another folder. "These are crime scene photos, well, photos of the dump sites. We know the girls are killed at a secondary location and transported to the road." Hotchner flipped open the folder and froze. Images of ten young women lying broken in the grass and dirt stared back at him. They all looked...His gaze shot back up to Agent Watterson.
"Rossi, gather the team in the conference room." He looked over to the man he called his best friend and tried to silently convey his concern. "They need to see this."
