I was surprised to see how quickly people found this story. This chapter you will get to see more of Kylie's personality which I think is similar to Dean (who will show up soon, promise). I had a lot of fun writing this and coming up with witty remarks. Thank you all for reading. Reviews are wanted. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Universal Key
I stayed hidden behind a dumpster in the alley all afternoon. Getting out of town once it was dark would be a lot easier. Mostly I slept which I wish I could kick myself in the ass for. Sleeping in an alley on a street where the FBI is looking for you is not exactly smart but, man, was I tired. After I finished my case I was so excited that I travelled all night long to get back to my mom. I hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours. Thankfully, there was a homeless man tinkering around in the dumpster beside me that woke me up.
There was barely anybody on the street. I pulled out some bills from my sock and went into the nearest fast food place. That happened to Mickey's Burger.
"Welcome to Mickey's Burger. What can get you?" A very enthusiastic young lady said.
"A cheese burger and a chocolate milk shake." I answered, handing her my money.
"And would you like fries with that?" I internally cringed at her squeaky voice.
"No thanks." I took my food and sat at a booth. It was cheap and plain but would fill my stomach so I ate. Bite after bite I forced myself to eat. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't describe. It felt empty but not in the hungry kind of way. Emotionally empty, that's what it felt like.
No matter how much I would try to think of my next move my mind always went back to my mom. I could see her smiling. I could feel her arms around me. And I felt numb. I didn't want to think about her. I didn't want to imagine my life without her. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that I had more important things to think about it always went back to her.
I was interrupted from my thoughts as the door to the restaurant opened. I turned slightly to see two cops enter. C'mon, really? I stayed in my seat hoping they wouldn't notice me. I swear, I have zero freakin' luck. I watched out of the corner of my eye. They ordered food and talked as they waited.
"Best way to start a shift." One said.
"Yep. Hopefully it will be a quiet night." The other said.
"You know there will some stupid idiot to arrest."
"Yea but a man can wish." The girl passed them their food and they were just about to leave when they started whispering and looking my way. "Hey." They began walking toward me.
"Crap." I whispered.
"Aren't you the kid that went missing earlier today?" I looked at them confused.
"Ah… no." I lied. "There's a kid missing? Man, I should watch the news more often." I tried to play it off.
"No, you're Kylie Thomas. I was out on the street handing out your photo earlier." I took one last sip of my milkshake and stood up. There was no way I could get out of this.
"Alright boys, let's get this over with." I pushed my wrists toward them. "Take me in!" I said dramatically.
-SPN-
"It's been twelve hours and we still can't find her." Morgan said tossing the case file on the desk. "How can a sixteen year old girl avoid police like that? Nobody's even spotted her."
"Get Garcia on the phone. We need to go deeper into Sarah and Kylie's life." Gideon said. Morgan dialed Garcia and put her on speaker.
"Speak and be heard, my crime fighting friends." Her voice exploded through the speaker.
"Garcia, give me everything you have on Sarah Thomas." Hotch asked.
"Sarah Ann Thomas was born in South Port, North Carolina, a small seaside town, to Margret and Phil Robertson on December, 12, 1963. She had a normal up childhood, no alarms there. She married her high school sweet heart, Kyle Thomas, when she was nineteen and gave birth to a boy, Danny, that same year. In 1987, Kyle and Danny went camping and, oh, their bodies were found in the woods a week later. A year after that Sarah moves away and that's when she starts bouncing around. In 1988, credit card charges show she's in Las Vegas, boy wonders home town, and nine months later Kylie is born. You know the rest of the story. They bounce around and when Kylie's fourteen she's charged with Breaking and Entering and Assault. They ran and trail goes cold. No more credit card charges. I have nothing."
"What happened to Kyle and Danny?" Gideon asked.
"Hikers found the bodies a week after Sarah filed a missing persons report. Official report says bear attack."
"I mean, I get the whole moving after her family dies but town after town like that doesn't make sense. Maybe she snapped?" Prentiss suggested.
"No." Gideon said. "She's too in control. If she had a psychotic break she wouldn't have been able to avoid police. There's no sign of Sarah or Kylie having mental illness."
"Well, on the contrary, sir," Garcia spoke again, "I just read the police report for Kylie's charges and Mrs. Wells statement says Kylie was chanting in Latin and throwing liquid from a flask at her husband. It also says she was yelling at Mrs. Wells to get salt, make a circle and stand inside. I don't know about you but that seems a little wacky doodle to me." The team members gave themselves worried glances.
"Thanks Garcia." Morgan said.
"That sounds like an exorcism. So she thought Mr. Wells was possessed?" Prentiss asked. Before anyone could answer Detective Davids interrupted.
"We found her. Two of my officers stopped to get food and she was there. They should be here soon." Reid let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how to react to all of this but he did want her safe. How was he supposed to take care of a teenager? Reid knew he couldn't think about that now. He had other things to worry about like figuring out a way to keep Kylie out of jail. Boston Police wanted to pin the murder of Sarah Thomas on her plus with her previous record Kylie was in a lot of trouble.
"Hey, kid." Morgan called. He turned his head to see Kylie being brought in. She was in the clothes she stole from the store (another crime to add to the list). She looked like tired and she'd been crying. Of course, she's been crying her mom is dead, He thought. They put her into an interrogation room.
Reid stood outside of the room, watching through the glass at the sixteen year old. She was trying to put up a brave face but beneath that he could see she was scared.
-SPN-
They sat me down in an interrogation room. After a couple of minutes later the lead on the case, detective Davids, came in. He was young, mid-thirties, I guessed. He was cocky; I could tell by the way he was smiling when he walked in.
"I have to say I'm a little impressed by you. You managed to avoid police for twelve hours. I don't think I've ever seen a kid do that."
"Oh stop, I'm blushing." I informed him.
"Cute." He noted, as he sat down.
"Be careful," I warned. "I'm still a minor. You wouldn't want to get arrested or anything." He smirked.
"I think it's great you can joke when you're the one in handcuffs."
"Touché."
"I'm curious to hear your side of the story. What happened two years ago at the Wells house?" He leaned back in his chair.
"Well they said I broke into their house." I answered.
"You didn't" He inquired.
"I had a universal key." Confusion spread over his face. "It's called a lock pick." I grinned. "You should try it."
"Funny. Now let's talk about your mom. Where were you when she was murdered?"
"A couple hours away." I gulped. I hadn't come up with a story to tell.
"Why?"
"Sightseeing. I've never been to Boston before." I lied.
"I find that hard to believe. You grew up on the road and you've never been to Boston. You moved around a lot, didn't stay in one place for more than a week or so. Why is that?"
"I don't know. That's just the way it's always been." I claimed. This wasn't a complete lie. That is the way it's always been.
"Your mom had a lot of injuries. About a dozen stab wounds, a broken leg, and a cracked skull. Plus the bruises and defensive cuts." I balled my hands into fists, trying to control my anger. "What happened?"
"How am I supposed to know?" I spat. "I wasn't there. I came back and she was dead."
"There's something I don't understand, if you were 'sightseeing 'how long were you gone for? Your mom was dead for almost a day when she was found."
"I was sightseeing. My mom had business so she couldn't come with me. I lost track of time so I stayed overnight at another motel."
"What kind of business?"
"I don't know." I answered quickly.
"Okay. And your mom wasn't concerned about you being on your own?"
"Not really she trusted me."
"You're sixteen. It's not about trust. It's about safety. From my view it looks like bad parenting."
"Go to hell," I snapped. "You didn't know her and you don't know me. She was the best mom I could have asked for. So take your question, comments and judgemental looks and shove it. I'm done talking." We starred at each other for a few seconds before he left.
This is fantastic. I was starting to rethink my decision of 'going in peacefully'. Maybe if I tried I could have gotten away. To be honest, there was a part of me that was tired of running. There was a part of me that just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep forever.
"Hello Kylie, my name is Rebecca. I work with Child Services." A woman with a pointy nose and auburn hair spoke softly. I rolled my eyes. "I'm very sorry for your loss."
"Well I know where you can take that sorry." I smirked. She flinched, shocked.
"I understand you have had a rough day. I just want to talk to about your father." She began picking through files.
"My father's dead." I stated. She looked up at me in confusion. "Kyle Thomas, he died before I was born."
"That's not possible." She handed me a copy of my birth certificate. Under father I expected to see Kyle Thomas but instead it said William Reid. "Does that name mean anything to you?"
"No. I've never heard of William Reid. This is fake." She handed me another paper. This time a news clipping.
Bear Attack Kills Two
Kyle Thomas, 25, was found dead in the woods after camping with his 3 year old son, Danny. They were found early Saturday morning by a hiker. The two were reported missing a week ago by Sarah Thomas, 22, the wife and mother. Officials say it was a clear bear attack. Funeral will be held next week.
I hadn't seen this article before but the facts were right. My mom told me all this. Everybody thought it was a bear but it was really a windigo, a demonic beast that feeds from humans.
"Look at the date." She pointed out. I did. 1987. That's not possible. I shoved the article back at her.
"You could have made that up for all I know." There wasn't a reason I could think of that would explain why they would make it up. There wasn't a reason I could think to explain why my mother would have lied to be about it.
"Your biological father, William Reid, has a son, Spencer Reid. In your mothers Will she relinquished custody of you to him in case something ever happened to her."
"Excuse me?" I said, taken back.
"He's here right now. Your brother is an FBI agent. How cool is that?" She exclaimed as if it was the greatest thing. I, on the other hand, was busy putting the pieces together.
"You're talking about that nerdy kid that looks fourteen." I laughed a little. "He's supposed to take custody of me?" Rebecca nodded. I laughed harder.
"I know this is a lot to take in bu-"
"Oh save the speech for someone that cares. And don't call him my brother. Just like whoever the hell William Reid is, he is not my father. To me those are titles you earn. I'm not living with a Fed."
"Well you won't have to for at least six months so you'll have time to warm up to the idea." She changed the subject. "I was able to pull some strings and convince a judge that putting you in Juvie would not be good given recent events. They agreed you need a more stable environment. You will have to spend some time in a group home for troubled girls." I dropped my head to the table.
"You have got to be kidding me." My voice came out muffled.
"Consider yourself lucky for this opportunity. Most kids with a violent record like yours don't get this chance."
"You make it sound like I killed someone."
"No, but you did send a grown man to the hospital after breaking into his house. You stole $80 worth of clothes for a store this afternoon when you were running from the cops. That's more than enough to get you into Juvie."
"If I'm so bad then why are you helping me?" I questioned curiously.
"I don't think you're bad. I think there's a lot of your story that nobody knows about." That was an understatement. "I'm willing to listen if you're interested." I snorted.
"No thanks."
"If there's one thing you should listen to me about it should be this; one way or another you're going to learn you can't keep things bottled up. It's not good for you and it never ends well." She got up to leave.
"Wait. Is it possible for me to make a phone call?"
She smiled slightly, "Sure, you're not under arrest," and she left.
"Sure feels like it." I muttered.
-SPN-
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