Connecting the dots – the past is mad at Buchanan. And it wants to get even. Set sometime in Season 7. No copyright infringement intended. Not making any money out of it. Etc Etc. Major crossover with Criminal Minds.
Crime butchers innocence to secure a throne, and innocence struggles with all its might against the attempts of crime.-Maximilien Robespierre
Searching.
Under the cover of darkness, the car drove through the woods on the dirt road towards the dilapidated house deep in the forest. The car stops and a man jumps out of it. He collects some bags from the boot and goes to the front door. He leaves the car keys on the side table, and goes in the direction of a door on the end of the corridor.
He opens the door and goes down the basement and turns on the light. A veritable torture chamber can be seen down there, with hooks hanging from the walls to whips, knives and other things too disgusting to be described. He smiles at his equipment, turns off the light and returns to the living room upstairs.
He walks to the table, where he carefully puts gloves on and writes a note on a piece of paper. He delicately puts it in an envelope which he lays inside a cardboard box open on his table. He duct tapes it shut, sits down and smiles.
The preparation steps are all done, now it is time to start the game again. It is time to find the Servant.
NCIS NCIS NCIS
"Mom, Aunt Joy sent me my birthday gift," shouts Steffy Buchanan to her mom, holding a box in her hand. It just arrived with the morning post. She shakes it and hears something hitting the walls of the cardboard box.
"Don't shake it, you might break it," says her mother, Faith Buchanan, approaching her and getting the box out of her hands. She puts it on the table carefully, "Have you done all your homework for school today?" she wants to know, looking for a letter opener on the writing desk. The twelve year old nods, making her long straight hair bob. "I did, now may I have the honor?" she stretches out her hand to her mother, asking for the letter opener.
Faith looks at her daughter, and sees the same stubbornness that is part of the clan Buchanan, as well as the same mischievousness that she has always seen in her older brothers. At 39, she was a good looking woman who had a demanding career as an FBI agent in the white collar crimes section. Somehow she juggled the professional career with a family life.
But that was an inherited gift, as her mother also worked part-time as weapon design engineer for a subcontractor of the US Air Force, at the same time that she lorded it over a house with nine children and a retired-colonel-turned-reverend husband.
She finds the letter opener, looks at her oldest child and puts it in her hand.
"You see it, and immediately send Joy a very long e-mail saying thanks for the nice gift, regardless of what it is, and for the cake she is making for you on Saturday."
"Ok mom," she says cutting the first tape.
"Don't you forget it, young lady."
"Mom," says Steffy, in an exasperated tone only teenagers can use perfectly.
"Go" she shoos her. Faith walks out of the dining room and walks towards the kitchen, where her coffee is getting cold.
She never makes it through the door.
The terrified screams pierced the silence of the morning, resulting in hurried sounds of footsteps towards the dining room.
"What's wrong?" James Wilson, Faith's husband, wants to know. He finds Faith holding their hysterical daughter, who is shouting a heart piercing cry, in her arms. He looks around and there is only a semi opened box on the dining table.
"Mom?" little Danny, in his PJs, holding his father's legs, asks.
"Take the baby away from here!" shouts Faith with tears in her eyes, gathering her daughter in her arms and bringing her to the living room.
Steffy is still screaming.
"No mamma, no mama, it is not true mama, please," she is sobbing now restlessly; Faith lays her daughter in the sofa, gets the telephone and starts dialing. James has Danny in his arms, looking at his wife, silently questioningly.
She has hardcore steel in her eyes when she looks at him, the same he had seen in her face when she is hunting down the sleaziest thieves and crooks.
"FBI, Agent Williams speaking."
"I need to speak with Aaron Hotchner, please."
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Somewhere in the Hoover Building, the telephone starts ringing.
"Agent Hotchner speaking."
"Agent Faith Buchanan for you sir."
"Ok"
A faint click.
"Faith,"
"Hotch, it's Joy." She says without greeting him, "Something happened to her."
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