So this is my first ever criminal minds fic! I've been toying with this idea for a long time, i just haven't been able to put it down I tihnk you'll like it personally, and i promise it will get much better after this chapter. So without to much interuption, i give you the story!
Oh and a little note, i haven't decided if i wanted to cross it over with something else or not, i'm leaning towards not crossing it over, but with where it goes, it'd cross easily with fringe. but i doubt it'll happen, so don't worry.
Formalities
The sun was bright and high in the sky. There was no break from the relentless heat that was abnormal for such a location. It became unsettling. The sun radiated in waves from the cement and blacktop of the high school parking lot. There were cars parked in spots still, others empty, school had long since been let out. The scene remained a perfect recluse as well as a gruesome reminder and the tape of the crime scene had been let away to provide access for the large glinting SUV's of the FBI's BAU.
Agent Hotchner was the first on location and, as a father himself, the scene was more than a case, it was more than heartbreaking, it was enraging. With a face that never smiled and a pair of standard FBI sunglasses that never left their place, the man surveyed the damage, the number of deaths much larger than the number of cars still left in the parking lot. He wondered how he was able to keep his lunch down when so many had already up-chucked their meals.
Agent Rossi was the second to arrive and he had first been intrigued by the private college preparatory perched perfectly over the wetlands that were nestled at the base of Mt. Nott. He was reminded of his public high school, the absence of religion as a guide or the guarantee of acceptance into a 4-year university. After his slight distraction he had joined Hotch in the student center to survey the damage. Horrific was the first word to pop into his head, a bloody inexcusable massacre of students all for one girl, just one single teenage girl…
High school looked identical to Emily as the place she was at. She remembers the name of this school from her days, and even though an entire country literally separated the schools, this school was top of line of the top of line. She would have died to go here. But standing in the student center among the mass of nearly 60 bodies, her whole demeanor changed. Sympathy for students caught up in violence dissipated with the sight and she couldn't comprehend what would prompt someone to take out a mass such as this with one clean sweep. However it was that was taken must have been important to someone, or she wronged someone in some way-
"Her name is Evelyn Lexington," Garcia announced over the phone to Morgan. Reid was sitting with him, set up in San Fransisco's FBI field office, "And she's the Evelyn Lexington."
Both Morgan and Reid knew the Lexington name well. In fact, every car driving American knew the Lexington name. The Lexington name was infamous, it was legendary, and, after the inexplicable slaughter of the mother, father and older brother in Greece by the Russian mob nearly two years earlier, Evelyn was the 18-year old heir to the oil company that remained to her. And quite and heir she would be. But it didn't matter now because the heir was the subject of a kidnapping, a disappearing act of violent nature-
"Garcia, do you know if she had a keeper or a nanny or maybe an attorney, someone that looked after her?" Morgan asked, eyeing the printer, waiting for the elusive Lexington heir's photo to come through. She had never been scene before and she appeared to be a family secret that had been cast into the limelight. She had managed to keep her face hidden she appeared not one for cameras-
"Yes, Garcia answered, "A Jonathan Kempt," she added, "He was her legal guardian, assigned to her by the family's attorney in the will. He lives at her estate in Napa Valley."
"Great Garcia," Morgan answered in a smile, "Could you get me an address-
"It'll be waiting in the fax machine with her photo," she said in a flirty tone. Morgan couldn't suppress a smile on his face. He clicked the phone off as Reid answered the fax machine.
"Wow," he mumbled, looking at her photo, "That's why she didn't want to be seen."
At first glance or from fair away she was very much model like, a goddess in the making. But the long grotesque scar that ran from above her left eye and disappeared under the v of her shirt made anyone think twice about staring to long. The photo, printed in black and white, clearly showed the scar had altered the eye color of her left eye dramatically. But even with the long narrow scar, her inner beauty and personality lit her features with perfection, making her easily a beauteous young girl.
"We should go see her guardian," Reid said, putting down the picture for Morgan to pick up. He shook his head.
"She's so young," he commented, "What the hell happened to her?"
"We should ask," Reid murmured, picking up his jacket. Morgan nodded and picked the address up off the table before flipping out his phone to dial Hotch.
Agent Hotchner answered his phone as he picked his way over three bodies and to the balcony of the center.
"Her name is Evelyn Lexington," Morgan said. Hotch leaned over the glass balcony and sighed. All this for her?
"The Lexington?" Hotch asked, although he knew.
"Yeah," Morgan answered, "Reid and I are on our way to see her guardian, but Hotch you've got to know something."
"What Morgan?" he sighed.
"There's something fishy with this case," he said, "Something doesn't sit right, the pieces don't add up."
"Yeah," Hotch said, turning back to the massacre of students He hung up the phone and stuffed back into his pocket before returning to look out over the football field. It was only moments before Rossi joined him.
It was quiet at first, the intensity of such a massacre affecting both men differently. Hotch felt rage, passion, anger towards the men that could slaughter a high school so easily for one girl. But Rossi he felt confliction, calamity, and the strange sense that something was missing. He couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something missing.
"So what is the cause of death, Hotch asked, his signature scowl on his face.
"The coroner doesn't know for sure, but he thinks it was a toxin," Rossi shrugs, "I was going to head over there with the first batch of bodies."
"All right," Hotch nodded. Rossi was quiet, the unspoken question hung in the air between them.
"I'll be all right," Hotch said, gazing out over the football field. The sun was eerily hot for this time of year here. It was high in the sky and weighed down on their black suits.
"I know," Rossi shrugs, "Something about this case doesn't sit right with me."
"Me neither," Hotch agreed, "It's sickening."
"Not just that," Rossi said, "There is more to this. This wasn't just a kidnapping, the UnSub has something to say."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I just don't know what it is yet."
Okay, so tell me, yay or nay?