Chapter Two: A Little Fall of Rain
(Welcome back my beloved awesome readers of awesomeness! Lol. It's K-Chan saying that I do not own Criminal Minds nor any of its characters, though I wish I did. I only own my OC. So I've got a question for you guys: Should I write a couple one-shots? I keep getting writers block because I wanna write fluff scenes or steamy ones, when it's way too early on in the story. They'd be between my OC and their love interest in the story. Leave your opinion and why in a review or shoot me a message. Now on with the storeh!)
Spencer's P.O.V.:
What did Gideon tell her about me? The thought danced uneasily through my mind as the new intern took her seat beside me. Everything in her body language said that she was repulsed by me. She sat on the very edge of her seat, as far from me as she could possibly get, tension in every feature. I studied her out of the corner of my eye. Her hair had strands of black through the red, high cheekbones lay under her pale skin, and she had full lips that she was chewing on at the moment. That was a nervous habit. Maybe she's just nervous because it's her first day, I thought before continuing my study of her. Her clothing bunched up oddly, indicating that it was far too big for her. She sat with a rigid posture that seemed natural for her because she didn't tremble like most do when they attempted to sit with a straight spine. She made a gesture with her hands and I noted that her nails were smoother edged on the left hand, meaning she's right handed. She wasn't indulgent either, her cuticles were ragged and her nails were long and unmanicured. She had started toying with her braid, indicating another nervous habit. I caught her gaze out of the corner of my eye as well and offered a small, and what I hoped was reassuring, smile. Her features went stone cold as her cheeks turned bright red. Marissa scowled at me, before turning away in disgust. Shock ran through me and I wondered what on Earth I could've done to make this girl hate me at first sight.
Marissa's P.O.V.:
I felt his gaze on me during the meeting. It burned against my skin as I tried to ignore the thudding of my heart in my ears. At one point I caught his eye and he smiled shyly at me. Shit, I hissed internally as a heated blush colored my cheeks. I turned away quickly, hoping he hadn't seen. Did he have to be so freaking cute!? I sighed slightly, righting myself. Looks don't matter nearly as much as brains, remember that Marissa. "Marissa?" My head snapped up from the table, "yes?" Hotch looked at me through narrowed eyes, "are you alright?" I squirmed under his gaze. Please don't let him be able to see right through me, I thought as I swallowed hard. "I'm fine," the words came out in a whisper, "just a little nervous." My blush burned even brighter as I looked back down at the table. Why did I wear my hair back? Now I can't hide my face at all! I sat there, scolding myself internally for a moment before my thoughts were interrupted by a voice beside me. I turned to face Dr. Reid, composing my face into an emotionless mask to hide my shock. "This unsub was probably abused as a child and is using the men he kills as a surrogate for whoever abused him. However none of the traits of the men match up except…" I watched as he gestured with a long fingered hand and stood slowly. Holy shit he's tall! "… All of the men here are complete alpha males. Bryan Samuels was 29. He played baseball, and was married with a infant child. Joshua Bateman was 25, single, and had a very successful dental practice. The third victim Charlie Duncan… he owned a successful cattle ranch with his fiancée that he inherited from his father and he was about to turn 27. These are all men in their mid to late 20's that were well taken care of, physically and monetarily. The age of the victims shows that it probably wasn't the father who was the abusive character. A father figure would be in their mid-thirties. Thus he's probably using these victims as surrogates for an uncle or family friend…" I'm going have to be wary of him, because there's not a single thing about Dr. Spencer Reid that I find unattractive.
Spencer's P.O.V.:
I could feel her eyes on me as I spoke, cold and merciless. I tried to focus on what I thought about the unsub, knowing that I'd start stumbling over my words if I let her get to me. "The escalation in violence shows that our unsub is quickly devolving as well as the increased timeline. It's very likely that he will soon pursue the object of his obsession and kill him. This unsub has likely spent a large amount of time in hospitals or mental facilities based on how he leaves his victims with their hand wrapped around their stomachs as if they're wearing straitjackets. Also all the victims have been dressed in surgical gowns, which means the man we're looking for probably worked, or has worked in the medical practice at some time." Hotch looked at me, "so are we ready to release the profile?" I shook my head no. "Not yet. Because of the way this unsub operates, it's very hard to pin him down to a certain area. He's probably been doing this for years and we just never knew it because he never kills in the same state twice."
"So why did he this time?" Morgan asked, his eyes serious despite his relaxed posture as he leaned back in his chair. "This is probably where the unsub started, or lived while the abuse was happening." I turned and stared at the intern as she spoke, nodding stupidly, "yeah, so Garcia you should probably check local hospital and mental ward records from up to twenty years ago."
"I'm on it," the cheerful blonde chirped, rising from her seat at the table and scuttling away. Hotch spoke next, "Marissa, go with Garcia. You could learn a thing or two from her." I bit back a smile, wondering if Hotch was referring to how cold she was so far. "Yes Sir," she spoke quietly, rising from the table and walking out of the room. Morgan chuckled, "I wonder what bit her butt."
"Maybe it was Reid," Alex teased. I smiled at the teasing remark, but uneasiness tugged at my stomach. What on Earth did I do to make her act so cold to me?
Marissa's P.O.V.:
(A week later, around quittin' time…)
Morgan stretched lazily across the way from me, "anyone up for drinks tonight?"
"I'm in."
"Me too." I watched as Alex and Emily stood, gathering their coats. Reid just nodded as he filed away the last of his paperwork. "What about you Newgirl?" My gaze snapped to Morgan as he spoke. "No thanks, I've got something else to take care of tonight. Maybe another time." A small amount of disappointment flicked through his eyes, and I almost felt guilty. "Alright," he said, turning to leave. I watched as the others followed him, leaving me basically alone in the office. I sighed heavily and sagged against my desk before collecting my purse to leave.
The night air felt cool on my face as I snuck along the sidewalk, tucking my hair carefully up into my hat. My sanctuary is just a few more feet away. The thought calmed my raging nerves as I slipped in through the back door. A man approached me, "Marissa, sweetheart you are on in five! What on Earth took you so long!?" I smiled at the familiar voice. "Sorry Jeffery, I got held up at the office." My guard fell as I stepped into the dressing room on my left and shed my uncomfortable clothing. "Well girlie, it's a full house tonight." I smiled at him as I pulled on a pair of black leather pants. "Excellent." Jeffery held up a red corset for me to try on and as he laced it up the back, tying me in tight, my stress melted away to nothing. I was safe here. This was my safe haven. "Get out there and knock 'em dead girl." My grin grew wider, "will do boss." He handed me a microphone and I stepped out onto the floor. A spotlight hit me, blinding me for only a moment, the harsh sound of an electric guitar rang in my ears, and I opened my mouth to let out a seductive groan. My hips swayed to the beat as I started in on the chorus. "If I was a man I'd make my move. If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth. If I was a judge I'd break the law-aw-aw. And if I was from Paris… if I was from Paris, I would say Ooh la la la la la la la." My mind went blank of everything but music, and even the thoughts of Spencer Reid vanished as I lost myself in the performance.
(The song at the end of this chapter is by Grace Potter and The Nocturnals. It's called Paris (Ooh La La) and I do not own this song either. I'm doing the disclaimer now cause I didn't wanna spoil the surprise escape my character has in any way, shape, or form. I promise you Marissa is not as mean as she seems. I hope you enjoyed. Please R&R.
Much Love,
K-Chan)
