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"I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short term memory. I wish I'd invented it because it is true." ~Audrey Hepburn.
After the briefing, I wasn't in any mood to have any sort of food—those pictures stayed in my mind. Boarding the plane, I had my phone out, dialing the number over and over again. Victor wouldn't be up before one o'clock if his mother was dying, so why would he be now?
"What?" he grumbled, picking up the phone? I could imagine him cussing all the way to get his cell phone ringing at nine in the morning.
"I'm going to be in Indiana for a couple of days," I explained calmly. Hearing a long groan and an extended period of silence over the phone, I knew in my gut this wasn't going to be a good trip. Taking the final step up, I was introduced to a nicely furnished cabin. Sitting in the first section I reached, I awaited an answer from my reluctant husband-to-be.
"Already?" he sighed, "Damn babe," he slandered.
"Hey now," I warned him, hoping to all things holy that no one heard his cursing but me.
Laughing, I knew he had something up his sleeve that would bite me in the butt. "Alright mom, I just have a very colorful vocabulary, fuck you very much," he giggled. Rolling my eyes, I just had to live with two boys.
"Seriously, no frat boy adventures in the house 'kay? Make sure you tell Harrison that," I ordered, he might take it as a joke, but I sure as hell didn't.
"Aww, I had the keg and everything," he groaned. Vic actually sounded hung-over. His voice was low, and all the growls proved my theory.
Gritting my teeth, it was a debacle to construct a reply to that. "Sarcasm aside, please keep the house decent," I crossed my fingers praying he didn't forget this.
"Fine, the things I do for love," he muttered into the speaker. Smiling, I was pretty sure I blushed seventy shades of rosy.
Rolling my eyes, I commented, "Nevertheless you're blinded by it."
"Whatever," Vic grunted, "Be safe."
"I'll try," I laughed, "Love you."
"As I do you, bye," Vic cooed into the phone. For someone so bitterly sarcastic, he had a fluffy side. That side wasn't rare either. I'm just a lucky girl. Crossing my legs, I flipped through the case files.
Thirty one people killed, in one Movie Theater. Obviously it was obsession; something set this person off in Royal, Indiana. Was it the whole community, or did he just miss the target three times? Slipping into the section was Agent Prentiss. "Hey," she waved, giving me an unexpected cordial welcome for her set jaw and authority etched features.
"Hi," I cowered, but still trying to sound like I actually had a pair. "None of this makes sense?" I laughed nervously as Rossi took the seat next to me. Scanning over the geographical sections of the packet, I scrunched my eyebrows together.
Dave chuckled, crossing his leg over another. Rolling his eyes, he began to look at his, "It never does." Scaring me, his voice echoed seniority. This was what I was afraid of, being the burden. Another person claimed the seat next to Prentiss. Staring at the shoes, it was Reid. Sighing a tad louder than I should, I laid the file on the table.
"Confusing you?" Reid taunted, but the way he said it made him seem innocent. Digging my nails into my palm, I brought my head up. His eyes were tempting me to spill, start an immature little spat here in the cabin, but I couldn't. Not only was this the first day on the job, I was the minor here.
Rolling my eyes, Prentiss glanced at me, then Spencer. After a few times, she met Rossi's gaze and a grin twitched at the corners of their mouths. "The tension could be cut with a knife," Agent Rossi muttered, opening a book up.
"That's a pretty big ring there," Prentiss commented, pointing to my left hand. Smirking she darted her eyes subtly to Reid, and then refocused back to me. "Who's the lucky lad?" she queried, words rolling off her tongue like it was dirty.
Blushing, I stole a quick glimpse at the chocolate diamond Victor gave me a couple of years ago. There wasn't a day that passed by that I didn't gush over it. "His name's Victor," I replied, smiling like a goon. Spencer rolled his eyes and flipped between pages extremely fast.
Emily nodded, "He work in the bureau?" she questioned. It would've made sense, because relationships don't last in this kind of life.
"No, he's an aspiring musician," I laughed quietly, let's put emphasis on aspiring. "You have any significant others?" I asked, trying not to sound prying.
Emily shook her head and giggled, "That's cute," she laughed. After her sarcastic comment, she added, "No, I'm not sure anyone on the plane is in a relationship," she answered, biting her lip. Sighing, I knew the stakes were high, but I loved him. I loved Victor a lot.
"Well I can always just have a lot of cats if it doesn't work out," I shrugged my shoulders. Emily chortled in amusement, nodding as if she understood.
"Pretty boy over here just has the romance walk right up to him," Morgan added to the conversation from across the aisle. Spencer still trained on his print, flushed red. Biting my lip to refrain from laughing, I uncrossed my legs and picked back up the case.
Spencer, clearing his throat, flipped the pages and looked back up. "That was only once…" he defended, dog earring the page to lean over his armrest to retrieve something from his bag. Pulling out a case file, his face twisted and contorted with each section he read.
Really? I was observing him now? Getting back to my own work, I needed to decide what was important, a burning animosity, or the community of Royal, Indiana. The jet engine roared to life and I reached around to buckle my seatbelt in. Hopefully, I'd be able to tune out all of the negative feeds I was receiving from the smug man nearby.