Good news! No crossover! Even better news, no popular pairings, just a good ole fashioned who-dun-it case! It's just a little bit intense! (or a lot)

Chapter Two

The house was a size that easily rivaled the white house. It was a castle, nestled within the rolling hills of Napa Valley, hidden from the road by a long secluded driveway that wound its way narrowly through the hills until rolling up on a set of black gates that let just a minute peek of the palace for viewing. The sand colored cobblestone started where the pavement ended and a large Spanish style fountain in the center of the drive with warm looking blue water spouting upwards into a stylish jet. The place was immaculate.

"For such a need for seclusion, the place screams arrogant," Morgan commented under his breath as he rolled his window down for the guard. He flashed his badge. "FBI," he said. The gate man nodded and pressed a button to open the gates allowing the car to pass through. Pulling up to the house, it looked much larger than it had from behind the gates. The place was well kept and it showed no signs of neglect.

"Either Evelyn has OCD or she's got a staff working on this place 24/7," Morgan muttered as he turned the engine off. Reid was not listening, only gazing upon the place in awe. He climbed out of the SUV and shut the door, squinting into the mass size of the place in front of the sun.

"I don't think that keeping a place groomed would constitute OCD," Reid commented idly. Morgan rolled his eyes before climbing up the steps and knocking on the large double doors of the place. Reid answered his phone as it rang.

"Reid," he answered. Rossi was on the other line.

"They all inhaled Napalm," Rossi said in a grim voice, "All 60 students inhaled a strain of Napalm."

"What do you mean 'strain'?" Reid asked, thinking about the poisonous gas.

"That's the main gas that was dispersed, but there was another blend of gases that was added, some chloroform and some other gases that should have killed everyone in the place."

"Did it just disappear afterwards?" Reid asked while Morgan talked to a man at the door. The man looked like a butler.

"That's weird part," Rossi said, looking over the coroner as he was crouched over a body, "It was released and then disappeared within a matter of 5 minutes."

"So, if you left the center for those five minutes and then came back, you'd be fine?" Reid asked confused.

"It appears so," Rossi said.

"What about Evelyn?" Reid asked as he headed through the house, "How did she manage to get out alive."

"I have no idea," Rossi answered, "Are you at the house?"

"Yes, we just got inside, we're on our way to see Jonathan Kempt, the guardian."

"All right, I'm almost done here, I'll see what else I can get from here and then I'll meet up with JJ."

"Okay," Reid answered and snapped his phone shut. Just then Morgan turned to Reid.

"He's in the east sitting room," he said in a mock tone. Reid just nodded as the butler led the way. He halted at a pair of heavy looking doors and pushed them open.

There was a slight man sitting in a chair by the window. He was narrow and petite looking, his hands holding his head in them and one ankle draped loosely over one knee. His whole position was that of worry and discomfort. The butler cleared his throat and the man jumped, standing swiftly and facing them. He wiped his palms on his slacks and straightened his tie. His clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he'd been sitting there for a while.

"Can I, uh, what can I do for you?" the man stuttered and Morgan was shocked to hear the heavy British accent on his voice.

"Jonathan Kempt?" Morgan said, extending his hand, "My name is Special Agent Derek Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI's behavioral analysis unit. We'd liked to ask you a few questions about Evelyn, is that all right?"

The man ran a hand through his thing blonde hair, making his shirt stretch over his body. He was very thin underneath his white button shirt and black tie. He gestured to the chairs across from his.

"Please, have a seat," he said sitting himself, "I'm sorry for the state I'm in, it's just, it's been quite hard around here since I got the news."

"I understand," Morgan said. He was just about to speak until Reid asked him a question.

"Were you close with Evelyn?" he asked, folding his hands on his knees. Jonathan looked taken back and shook his head slightly before smiling.

"Of course," he said, "Very close. We spent every minute of our time together."

There was something in his tone that told Morgan he should ask the next question.

"Mr. Kempt, were you romantically involved with Evelyn?"

"What?" he said, "Of course we were she was my fiancé."

The room was silent for a moment before Reid spoke.

"Fiancé?" Reid questioned. The man smiled.

"I know what you're thinking, I really do. It's strange," he said, "But as you see, this isn't the most traditional of families. But there was one thing this family was very traditional about, marriage. We were pre-arranged to marriage when she was born. I'm only about three years older than her."

"How did you two meet?" Morgan asked, slightly stunned by the notion of arranged marriages.

"We didn't. I was told on my eighteenth birthday that I was moving to California from England to live with my future wife. I was told that I was already engaged to her from the moment of her birth. So I was flown out here to meet her about three years ago."

"And what was your first impression?" Reid asked, wanting to get the story.

"I, of course, hated her," he said, running a hand through his hair, "She's not like other girls, I'll tell you now, she's different. It's like she's got no remorse for what she does, she's just a cyclone of destruction."

"What do you mean?" Morgan said

"Well," Jonathan answered, "When I met her I thought she was naïve and she's just that, but there's more to her than meets the eye. She's brilliant. Her IQ is off the charts I remember the last test measuring it at 216. She's crazy brilliant and that makes her a threat to herself. She does things because she can, it's like she has no control, if an idea pops into her head she acts on it. Some of her ideas are amazing, but some are creepy, strange and they often time reflect her moods. For example, she created a candy once when she was happy that gave me no sleep for 31 hours. But when she's upset she creates bombs and poisons and I have to stop her."

Reid and Morgan looked at each other.

"So," Morgan asked, "Who would want to take her?"

Jonathan sighed, "I don't know. Anyone who knows how brilliant and crazy she is. I don't know who would want to handle such a head strong woman like her."

"Headstrong?" Reid quipped. Jonathan nodded.

"She doesn't need help. When she first found out we were getting married, she did everything to get me to do nothing. She doesn't like being shown she's weak-

"She's proud," Morgan said smugly.

"Exactly," Jonathan continued, "She just wants to be left alone to do her own thing. She doesn't care about opinions of others. She also has a really creepy way of playing the parts people want to see from her. Like she can read them with one glance."

Morgan felt the buzzing in his pocket and stared at the phone. He glanced up at Reid.

"Well Mr. Kempt," Morgan said, "Thank you for your help."

He stood and shook each of their hands before leading them to the door. He stopped them for a moment.

"Agent Morgan, Dr. Reid," he said, "There's one more thing. She doesn't like being not in control and I'm scared, bring her back safely."

"We'll try," Morgan nodded. Jonathan shook his head.

"No you don't understand," he said, "I'm not scared of what's going to happen to her. If she gets free, which she will, she'll be able to do anything and I'm scared for them, for what she's capable of."