Disclaimer- Don't own anything recognizable. No of us do. Gosh.
A/N- Sorry for the long wait. I was spending too much time sobbing in the corner of my room (due to lack of reviews) rather than writing. I know you're out there. I see the amount of reviews on other people's stories. PLEASE! I NEED REVIEWS! I BEG OF YOU!
Okay. Now that I'm done with that, thanks to those who did review. Flames are accepted. Darn it people, I accept all kinds of reviews! Uhhh, maybe I should go get the notebook the story's written in. That might help.
Okay. I have a few things to say. From now on, this story is completely improvised. I wrote everything beforehand, and, going back, I realized that the story sucked. Really badly.
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Gerard and Reid walked down the dormitory's hallway. Reid was armed with a gun hidden like Hotch's, and Gerard's request to bring a cross-bow had been laughed at, then, realizing his seriousness, rejected. So, he was un-armed.
The young men were dragging two suitcases filled with clothes and other necessities.
This was deep undercover work, and, with Gerard only on his second day, it would definitely be difficult.
"God, this is so exciting. I'm so excited. Are you excited? I'm excited. This is a huge chance to prove myself," Gerard managed to say in one breath.
Reid glanced at Gerard, and he sighed. From what he knew about Gerard, he was the most mature out of the two of them, and he was younger. This was going to suck.
"Oh, this is going to be great!" Spencer said sarcastically.
Gerard either didn't notice, or was just ignoring him.
"What room is ours?"
Reid stopped to think, and said, "Uh, 21A, I think. It fits 6 guys, but it's just the 5 of us."
Gerard smiled, and kept walking.
"There! There it is!" he exclaimed, pointing.
Breathing in deeply, Reid started to knock, but stopped.
"Can you try not to look like a 4 year old at Christmas?"
Gerard frowned, and said, "Oh. Sorry."
He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, the door was opened by a short, brown haired boy with aqua colored eyes. The young man stared at the two agents suspiciously.
"I've never seen you guys around campus before. Who are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Gerard stepped forward and said, "We're your new roommates. Nice to meet you."
The young man stepped to one side and let them in. Sitting at a small card table, was a tall, super skinny, brown hair and eyed boy who would've looked like Reid were it not for his facial features and the way he carried himself.
Across from him was an average height boy, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
The blonde guy stood up, and said, "Hey. I'm Chris, and the stick over there's Brendan. The midget over there is Forrest. What're your names?"
Brendan yelled, "At least my mother doesn't still send me under wear!"
Chris spun around, and yelled back, "Can't you be nice for the newbies, you freaking anorexic!"
Forrest sighed, and sat on his bed.
"What? I'm skinny and I skip lunch ONCE and you never let me forget it? I was SICK!" Brendan yelled.
"From not eating enough," Chris said smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Brendan threw his arms in the air, and brushed past Reid and Gerard out of the room.
Chris yelled, "Wait! I'm sorry!" before running after Brendan.
Gerard stared after them, before turning to Forrest and asking, "What the heck?"
Sighing, Forrest said, "When Bren was 17, he had to go to rehab for anorexia. He's real touchy 'bout the subject now. Chris knows better than to say anything. Well, anyway, what're your names?"
"I'm Gerard and that's Spencer," Gerard said.
Forrest nodded, and sighed.
"I'm really sorry. Brendan's been real messed up since his best friend died. He was murdered and the killer still's on the loose. Have you heard about the murders?"
Playing dumb, Spencer said, "No. What happened?"
"There have been four murders on campus of white guys in their twenties. And, well, we all fit that description. It's really freaky. Chris won't admit it, but I know he's scared out of his mind. That's why he said that to Bren."
Nodding, Spencer threw his bag on one of the made beds. Gerard, following his lead took the bed next to Spencer's.
"Is this it?" he said, looking around. The dorm was tiny. It had six beds in it, three on each side. In the middle of the room were a sofa, a card table, and a small TV sitting on the ground.
Forrest nodded, and tried to smile. He failed miserably.
Standing up, he said, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Oh, if Chris and Brendan don't come back in twenty minutes, call campus security. The same goes for me. Okay?"
Gerard and Spencer exchanged glances, each mentally cursing their stupidity. They shouldn't have let those two go alone, and now it seemed that they had failed their mission in the first twenty minutes.
After Forrest left the room, Spencer said miserably, "This has got to be a new record. Losing the people you're supposed to protect within two minutes of arrival. Wow. I think we should celebrate."
"Shut up. They could come back any second. So stop being all pessimistic. That's my job," Gerard near snarled.
Gerard should take up a job as a psychic because at that very second, Brendan and Chris walked in. Brendan had his head down, with his hair covering up his hand which was covering his eye. Chris was cradling his fist, and looking very angry.
Gerard looked at them, and said, "Okay. Two plus two equals why the heck did you punch him in the face?"
Chris glared at him, and snarled, "Shut up."
Spencer stood up and wrapped an arm around Brendan's shoulder.
"Where can I find some ice?"
"Down the hall, "Chris replied.
Nodding, Spencer led Brendan out of the room.
"What happened?" Spencer asked as he filled a small plastic baggie with ice.
Brendan pulled away with a look of horror on his face.
"Get off of me!" he gasped. He took a few small steps back until he bumped into the wall.
'Okay. Kid's definitely got some problems,' Spencer thought.
Out loud, he said, "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's what they all say," Brendan said miserably.
Spencer raised his eyebrows. From a profiler's POV, it looked like Brendan had either been in an abusive relationship with his parents, a partner, or 'friend'. But, really, it was none of his business. So he didn't press the subject.
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In the police station, everything was fairly calm. The team had bugged the dorm room, rigged some very discreet video surveillance cameras, and had plain-clothes officers/FBI agents patrolling campus. Everything was going according to plan.
Morgan and Garcia were positioned in front of the computers, watching the screens, making sure that nothing bad was going down. Truth be told, they weren't paying much attention. They were too absorbed in their conversation.
"So, I heard about you and Gerard's 'conversation' in the conference room thingy," Garcia said, turning away from the screens and facing Morgan.
Morgan suddenly wished that the team hadn't flown her out. He really didn't want to explain the reason he reacted so terribly to their new young agent.
"Well?" she persisted, swiping her blonde hair out of her face.
Sighing, Morgan said, "Fine. But don't tell anyone. I've never told anyone this before."
She nodded vigorously.
Then, lowering her voice, she said, "Tell me!"
He looked at the ground, and then began his story.
"Well, when I was in middle school, I met this kid. He was kinda small for his age, and I'm pretty sure that his parents beat him up. Well, he was into the same kind of stuff that I'm guessing Gerard's into. Well, anyway, I pretty much took him under my wing. I made sure nobody tried to steal his money and stuff like that. By high school, we were best friends. Then, something went wrong. He came to school looking more scared and progressively worse."
Morgan stopped and looked up at Garcia, who said, "Well? What happened?"
Morgan whispered, "He killed himself."
"Oh, honey," Garcia cried, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled away.
"I guess I'm scared that if I get too close to Gerard, I'll have to go through all of that crap again. I really couldn't take that again."
"But, sweetie, that's no reason to act like that to Gerard. He didn't do anything wrong. You should apologize," Garcia said.
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
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A/N- Well, I hoped you liked. Please review. Oh. I have a question. Somebody left an anon. review that read, 'Because we all know there's nothing better than someone describing the differences between emo and goth.' Was that sarcastic? I'm serious, can you tell me? Thanx.
Random Fact- I'm now officially obsessed with Gerard Way and My Chemical Romance. Gerard's beautiful. Why else would I base Gerard Shadows on him? Oh yeah. HIM still rocks. REVIEW.
