I knocked on the door of an apartment room loudly.
"Open the door." I yelled and continued knocking. Reid grabbed my wrist, preventing me to do anything further.
"Chill on the banging...they heard you it's okay." After a long moment, I used my other hand to knock again.
"I heard you!" A voice screamed from inside. "I'll be right there god damn!"
"This will be fun..." I took a deep breath. The locks of the door made obvious noises, and soon, it swung open.
"This better be worth my time." The female snarled. Her pitch-black hair was in a long curl over her shoulder, and her green eyes made me curious. She was dressed down in black and chains; her leather pants had rips and tears in them. Reid and I held up our badges.
"We're with the FBI. We have some questions for you." She stared at us and turned around, throwing her arms over her head.
"Un-fucking-believable!" She screamed and turned back to face us. "Why are you here?"
"We just have some questions regarding the call you placed last night."
"That was supposed to be an anonymous." She growled.
"It was." I reassured her. "But we have some important things to ask you about the crime."
"I didn't do it." Was her first response. Her voice was softer, and she didn't sound ready to kill us. "I swear."
"We aren't saying that you did, but we're trying to find out who did it." Reid walked inside and I shut the door behind us. We sat down on a couch and she sat down on the one opposite to us. "Can we start with your name?"
"My name's Nicole Gray." She politely answered, staring at us contently.
"Alright Nicole, and how old are you?"
"Eighteen. I just recently moved out of my parent's house."
"So you were ready to leave as soon as you turned eighteen?"
"Ya, I guess. I'm my own self, now." She smiled and looked down, laughing a little. I shot a warning glance at Reid.
"I need you to tell us everything you remember the night you found the body." Nicole was quiet.
"I don't really remember anything...I just remember tripping and next thing I knew, I found somebody dead." She twirled her hair a little.
"You don't remember what you were doing before that?" She shook her head. "Did you see anything suspicious?" Reid leaned forward.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. This neighborhood isn't known for fame or gratitude. There's always another murder. Always another missing person." She looked up slowly. I stood up and walked away from her and Reid, over to the window. My hand was clasped over my mouth. Her expression was the look of honest to God death. It was scary. It was real.
"Excuse me." Reid stood up and joined my side, concerned.
"What's the matter, JJ?"
"Did you see the look she gave me?" I told him, my voice at a frightened whisper. Reid turned to look back at her and I grabbed his shirtsleeve, so he wouldn't turn his head. "Nevermind. I think she's a suspect."
"How? She hasn't said anything suspicious or anything that admits to a crime." I tugged on his sleeve and pointed to a large pile or stray bricks. All of them were stacked on top of each other and I looked him in the eyes with a firm look on my face.
"What's that?" I looked back at Nicole, then pointed to the bricks, walking closer to them.
"I'm an artist." She smiled and jumped over the couch, approaching her "artwork".
"Abstract artist, I presume?" Reid had his hands in his pockets.
"Abstract art can really catch the emotions in somebody's heart." She replied to him, and kicked her pile. "It's a city. But it's made of bricks because the city is hard headed and can't see past the mist of fog that's surrounding them, blocking their view of a normal and healthy life style...tainted with murder, sex, drugs..." She turned and walked away from the city of bricks, looking at her number of other paintings, sculptors, and drawings.
"That...actually makes sense." Reid admitted, nodding.
"I'm impressed." I told him arching my eyebrow. He shrugged.
"Ya...it's supposed to make sense. All of my artwork does." The punk looking artist praised her own art like a narcissist fool. She was busy looking around the paintings, sifting through the papers of drawings and sketches, and then she stopped and turned back around.
"Now get out of my house." The look of death returned and she stared intensely.
"Excuse me...?"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" She screamed and launched a chair at us. Reid moved, but I didn't have time.
Bam!
I fell over onto the floor and landed on some of the scattered bricks. Reid had his gun aimed at Nicole. She turned away in anger and went to what appeared to be her room, slamming the door shut. He put his gun away and walked over to my side, helping me to my feet.
"You're bleeding." He mumbled and moved my hair out of the way.
"I'll be alright." I answered.
"I'll call an ambulance. That chair was pretty heavy and looked like it was put together poorly by hand..." He led me out of the apartment, shutting the door behind us. I gripped his hand and held my other one over the apparently bad wound on my head.
"I bet Prentiss is having more fun than us..."
"Well, let's go check out the crime scene. I'll call the ambulance to there and we can search for anything that the detectives may have missed."
All I could do was nod.
A/N: My apologies if these chapters don't seem very long! I really do try my best, but I'm thinking like the show, and I don't want too much information leaked through in a single chapter. More suspects and witnesses on the way. AND there will be more attacks, kidnaps, tortures, and emotions/feelings going around too!
This story I guess is supposed to promote ReidxJJ...oh well~ Enjoy. Read and Review if you want!
