Chapter 4: The Game Plan
HELLO, FELLOW FANFCITION-ERS! HERE'S CHAPTER 4 OF Morgan's Little Sister! ENJOY AND REVIEW! PLEASE? I WOULD SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE IT! OH, AND IN THE LAST CHAPTER, THAT WAS Reid WHO SAID, "You know French?" JUST LETTING YOU KNOW. PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, REVIEW.
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{LEXI'S P.O.V}
"Good morning, Sunshine." A voice said, "AHH!" I screamed and jumped up. "Shh!" the voice said. "Whoops." I said sarcastically. "We're moving." "What are you? My brother?" I asked. "Just shut up and get in the van!" he hissed. "What van?"I asked. Suddenly a grey-ish tan van erupted into the clearing; I yelped and dived to the side. He ushered me inside (not gently either, rather at gun point.) and told me to stay on the floor and be quiet. However, a skill of never listening got me in huge…. Poop. Let's just say that.
I yelped and shrieked at every sharp turn he made, and he yelled at me. "Stop yelling at me!" I would yell back at him. He would try to smack me, but I would dodge and say, "Now, now. That's horrible to do." It was teasing but it got him so pi- mad. I yelped and shrieked at another sharp turn, slamming me into the sliding door on the side. He ignored me this time. This gave me an idea. I took out my bobby pin and sat on my knees, just high enough to see. I unlocked the door, and slid it open. I jumped out; I hit the ground with a THUD, and a scraped knee and a possibly broken wrist and ankle. "Hmm. Now I know how George felt at prom." I muttered; I watched the van get further and further away.
"Gosh, it's almost midnight. I should probably get going. Or try to go home. If I know where I am." I said to myself. I winced as I pushed myself up and got on my feet, barely able to stand. I looked at the signs. 'Okay, I thought, Orange Road and Ocean Lane. Ocean Lane? Nessa lives on Ocean Lane!' I walked as much as I could without limping over to Nessa's house. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Taylor answered, "Bonjour! Oh, Lexi! Comment avez-vous été?" "Fine, Mme Taylor. Is Vanessa ici?" "No. Elle est allée avec le FBI pour interrogatoire." "Oh, merci, Mme Taylor." "Welcome." She said, closing the door. "Oh, man. There goes my one and only hope." I muttered, limping over to a large tree and sitting down.
I fell asleep. I woke up to someone saying, "Wake up Lexi." I opened my eyes and focused on….. "Nessa?" "The one and only." I tackled her in a hug and she asked, "How'd you wind up here? One moment you're in a forest and the next you're here." "Let's just say, I had a rough day. Did your mom ever become a doctor?" "Yea, why?" she asked, a little slowly. "I think I broke my ankle and my wrist." She snorted then laughed. "It's like third grade all over again!" she joked. "Nessa, seriously." "Okay, c'mon." she said, helping me up and walked over to the door.
"MOM! LEXI'S HERE AND SHE NEEDS YA'!" Nessa shouted. "Nessa, must you be so loud?" I asked her, she smirked, "Yes. I must." I sighed; Nessa started pounding on the door, "Ma! Ma, open up!" she said. I rolled my eyes and said, "Move." "Yes, Mrs. FBI." Nessa joked. I kicked open the door with my good foot. It opened with a loud BANG! "Dang, girl! You ever try out for soccer?" Nessa asked. "Oh, ha, ha! You're so funny." I said sarcastically. She smiled and we walked into the house. "Sorry about the door, Nessa." I said. "Eh, it's okay." She said. "Ya' sure?" "Yes." She said.
We walked into her mothers' bedroom. No one. We walked all around the house until Nessa screamed. I raced over to her, wincing and flinching. "What?" she only pointed to the body of her mother. With a note.
Alexis,
I've been here. I know what you're thinking. Don't try to escape. If you do, your friend, Nessa isn't it? She'll be a goner. Have fun.
Sincerely,
You-Know-Who-I-Am.
"Oh, great." I groaned. "What?" "You remember Lila, right?" "Yea…." "George killed her because he cheated on me." I said. "Okay. That's just disturbing. And shouldn't it be the other way around?" Nessa asked. "I guess so…" I said. "We should call your brother. Ya' know; he was here yesterday." "Yea, your mom told me." "Oh…. Let's go call him." She said, looping her arm around mine and skipping into the living room with occasional groans from me and Nessa saying, "Sorry!" a lot. We got to the living room and I took the phone and dialed, 911. An automated voice came on, "For the police press one. For the fire fighters press two. For the FBI press three." I pressed the three. "For the Law Enforcers press one. For the BAU press two. For-"I cut her off by pressing two. "FBI BAU, we can't get to you right now. Leave a message. We'll try to get back to you immediately." Hotch's voice said. I groaned and hung up. "Voice mail." I told Nessa. "Oh, well we could try driving to the…." "BAU." "The BAU." Nessa finished.
"You have a car?" I said questioningly. "I do now." She said, smirking as she grabbed her mothers' keys. I gave her directions and she drove. "So, this is the famous BAU, huh?" Nessa asked as we pulled up. "Yep. Voila!" I said. I walked in with Nessa. We searched everywhere. "Not here." I said. "Nada." Nessa said. We agreed that they were still looking for me. "Let's go out and find them." Nessa stated. "Okay. Why not?" I said. We left and looked wherever we thought they might be. We stopped at Dairy Queen. "Nessa, I doubt the FBI would look for us at Dairy Queen." I said.
"I know. I'm just hungry." She said. Just then there screams and George said, "I told you." And then, black.
"Good things come to those who wait." ~I-Don't-Know-Who-Said-This.
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