Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Minds nor Fullmetal Alchemist. Which, by the way, makes me very, very sad.
Chapter 2
Morgan ran ahead of the others, gaining on the kid but paused as he jumped to another roof. How the hell was he doing that?! The kid's boat caught the edge of the roof and he dropped. It was like watching a watermelon dropped of a roof. Morgan did not want to see the end result. A loud clattered startled him back into action. The kid had fallen only a few feet to the fire-escape and was now running down it. His foot clattered loudly against the metal.
"God damn it!" Morgan muttered and took off after the kid once again.
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Dead end. Edward had managed to get himself into a god-damn dead end. He turned to face his attacker, quickly transmuting a staff from the stone wall behind him before the man came to his dead end. He pointed the staff in his direction ready for a fight.
Morgan turned the corner; it was not the staff he noticed first but the striking golden stare that met his own eyes. "Hold on kid," he said, not lowering his gun. "I just want to talk."
"Then why the hell are you aiming that at me?" Ed snapped back, narrowing his eyes at the gun.
Morgan was shocked by the experience and hatefulness that laced the young boys' voice.
Ed charged at him and Morgan stepped out of the way quickly, not actually intending on shooting a kid.
Ed ran past Morgan and straight into an area completely surrounded by men in uniform, all aiming their weapons at him. He swore loudly as his staff clattered onto the pavement.
"Put your hands on your head and don't move!" a police officer demanded and Morgan grabbed his hands cuffing them into cold metal cuffs. He struggled for a moment but a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him and he swayed. The man who had cuffed him placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, "You ok, kid?"
Edward glanced up at him and blinked. His fury overrode his dizziness immediately, "Who are you calling KID?! I'm 16!"
Morgan paused, "Sixteen? Seriously? But you're so short."
Ed's anger peaked, "Short?! WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT YOU COULD BURN HIM UP WITH A MAGNIFIYING GLASS?!"
"Hey hold your horses, no one said that." Morgan replied and ran a hand over his face. He was so tired he could barely stand on his feet.
Edward sighed.
Another police officer came up and pushed him towards a police car parked at the end of the block. He opened the door and smacked his head against the car roof on the way in and Ed winced.
"I just love the military," he muttered angrily as he sat back uncomfortably on his cuffed hands.
One of the men who had been chasing him climbed into the front shotgun seat.
"I didn't do anything," Ed said.
"Then why did you run?" the man was slightly mousy but his voice was confident.
"You were chasing me with guns!" Ed exclaimed, glowering, though he couldn't help but visualize Riza with that statement.
Reid almost laughed, "My name is Dr Spencer Reid. What's yours?"
"Edward," Ed replied and sat back in his seat. The ride was long and Ed was so tired. Soon enough his head feel against the cool glass of the window and his eyes began to droop.
Reid watched from the front seat, the kid looked as exhausted as Reid felt, but he couldn't sleep now. The case was far from over.
When the car pulled to a stop outside of the Bureau the police officer grabbed the kid roughly by the shoulder and dragged him out of the car. Ed sputtered awake, swearing loudly.
"Shut up," he shoved him forward and Reid ran his hand over his face once again.
"Be careful, he's been injured," Reid said, trying to keep pace with the young officer.
"I know, I'm just sorry it wasn't me who did it." The police officer growled and pushed Ed forward. He stumbled barely catching himself.
"We don't even know if he did anything yet." Reid said quietly, the kid simply didn't seem guilty to him. That didn't seem to matter to the young overenthusiastic officer.
They lead the kid through the office and he glared at everyone they passed and was placed in an interrogation room. He sat down at the table in a way that told Reid he wasn't totally unfamiliar with the experience.
Edward knew he was being watched but he was too tired to stay awake so with a final glare at the two-way mirror and a brief but unsuccessful struggle to get his arms up to support his head he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Hotch sighed, watching the kid.
"We all need some rest." Morgan said and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going to get some sleep."
"Ok. Everyone should," Rossi said. He had not been a part of the case until that morning so he was still wide awake. "I'll stay. We'll wake him up and interrogate him when he least expects it."
"Actually, with this unsub I think it might be best to take a less abrasive approach. He's sixteen we should try to be civil." Reid argued.
"So you want some good old, good cop, bad cop?" Morgan asked.
"Ok," Hotch sighed. "Everyone. Home."
"I'm staying here. I can crash on the couch." Reid replied and laid down. Hotch didn't appear to care, perhaps he was too tired.
The second Reid laid down he was out cold. Rossi understood. The kid was young and he hadn't sleep for more than 24 hours. It would take a lot out of anyone. He draped his jacket over him and turned back to watch the subject. "Edward's" breathing was already even and he was fast asleep. The table could not have been comfortable and Rossi had to remind himself that this was
their unsub not some kid. He sat quietly for nearly six hours before the kid did anything. It was his breathing Rossi noticed first. It became quicker and more ragged. Rossi watched closely. The kid shuttered and began to shake slightly. He could practically see the cold sweat break out across the back of Ed's neck. He was having a nightmare. Rossi quickly dialled the rest of the team, "He's going to wake up soon."
They were on their way in minutes. Rossi then turned to Reid.
"Wake up," he shook his shoulder and Reid started awake. "Did I miss something?"
"He's having a nightmare."
"Really?"
"No, I just really wanted your company." Rossi sighed. "Yes he's having a nightmare."
Reid moved over to the table in time to see the suspect sit up, gasping and struggling against the handcuffs. After a moment he settled down, as he realized where he was, but his breathing was still quick and shallow.
They team entered the room behind the glass and Reid motioned to the unsub, "He's awake. Should we start?"
"He looks sick," Prentiss mentioned, frowning.
"He had a nightmare," Rossi explained. "Apparently, it was bad."
TBC
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