A/n: Well, here we are. Only a few chapters from the end… T-T
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds OR Psych. They belong to CBS and USA respectively.
"There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in."
-Deepak Chopra
"I'm getting a vision!" Shawn yelled as he burst into the interrogation room.
"Damn it Spencer!" Detective Lassiter yelled back, "Get out of here!"
Shawn ignored him and continued to spurt out words that barely made sense. "Yellow, pale yellow. Not spiky, slicked back. Blue eyes. You have a partner." He pointed an accusing finger at the suspect. He held his other had to his temple. "I'm getting a name, Kea-Kea- Keaton, Darren Keaton!"
"Who?" Lassiter asked.
"Darren Keaton. He was a suspect in one of the cases Juliet was working," I responded.
"No he wasn't, O' Hara and I work the same cases," Lassiter argued.
"Chief Vick wanted to see Jules go at it alone," Spencer answered, "She wanted to see how well you two could work apart."
"My guess is-" My high pitched screech filled the room as I fell to the ground in pain. There was a sharp stabbing behind my eyes and my head throbbed as though it had been banged into a hundred glass windows.
Juliet sat in the closet, alone. She was sobbing silently. Her hands and feet were tied and she was gagged. She wasn't blinded and she realized she more than likely wasn't going to make it out of this situation alive.
There were voices calling in the background. Like children running around and laughing.
Suddenly the door was yanked open and she was pulled out by her hair.
"I wonder if your parents knew you were going to be a star-crossed lover when they named you, my fair Juliet." It was the other suspect.
She turned away from him.
"Oh, don't be like that, dearest. If you had recognized my work in the first place you wouldn't be the final playing piece." He knelt down and cut the rope binding her feet. "Now, if you behave, I might make your death quick and painless."
As I faded back in to reality, I heard a lot of yelling of my name.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here." With my eyes still shut, I slowly stood.
I felt a hand on the small of my back and opened my eyes to see who it was but all I saw was black.
"Who- who's touching me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
"It's just me," Reid's voice answered, "I'm not going to-"
A door opened and heels stepped in. "Advil and water," Penelope stated a little worriedly.
"Where are we?" I wondered holding out my hand for the medicine.
"The conference room," Morgan spoke up.
I looked towards the sound of his voice. "Hey, you. Who else is in here?"
"Just me, Morgan, Reid, and Garcia," Hotch's voice answered.
I nodded and popped the three pills into my mouth. "Garcia, can you get my laptop from my bag?"
"Um, sure."
"Thanks," I replied as she handed the computer to me. After opening the lid, I skimmed my hand over it until I found the power button. A moment later I heard the sound of an Apple computer starting up.
"C-Can I ask you a question?" Garcia stuttered out.
"Shoot."
She was silent for a minute. "Are your eyes always blood shot like that after a vision?"
I closed my eyes and thought. "I can't say that I know. They're always clear by the time my eyesight returns. And my eyesight only goes every so often, mainly when I have a particularly painful and cloudy vision."
When I opened my eyes this time, I could see shapes and shadows but that was it.
"You can't see?" Morgan asked.
"No, well, I can see outlines right now, but that's it." I shrugged and tapped my nails on the table. "So, in my vision, if anyone cares, Juliet was being moved. He knows we know about him. And if you hurry you can catch him as he's moving her."
"That's all fine and dandy, but we still don't know where he is," Morgan pointed out.
I nodded. "True, but there are some clues that we can narrow our search down with." I blinked a couple more times until I could see colors and the majority of shapes. "For instance, she's always been held in a child's bedroom, there were a lot of children laughing close by suggesting she's being held in a family filled neighborhood."
"You said you can't tell if a vision is past, present, or future," Hotch stated, "How do we know he hasn't moved her already?"
"Um," I shut my eyes and tried to visualize my vision. I searched for any time cues, a clock. Something glinting on his arm caught my attention. His watch. "He moved her at 3:58."
"That's in three hours," Reid pointed out.
"Well, you guys better get crackin'. You don't have time to waste," I uttered as my sight came back.
Hotch stood up and looked pointedly at me, "You're in this now Christie."
"Thank-god," I sighed, "Garcia, can you pull up property deeds for a Darren Keaton?"
"Can I?" she smirked as she sat down behind her computer, "You have lots to learn my psychic beauty."
"Well, you have three months to teach me, O Goddess of All Things Technological," I retorted.
"You got that right. I have one deed, a house in a small development. However his wife has her name on two, both houses in the same neighborhood. Wait scratch that, ex-wife. She filed for divorce a year ago."
"Which is closer to a park or a popular hangout spot?" I wondered.
"That would be Ms. Keaton's."
Morgan looked skeptical. "You think he's holding her in his ex-wife's house?"
I shook my head. "No, however, I think he's hiding her in an unoccupied home near his ex-wife's house."
"There are two," the blonde analyst said, "One right across the street from the park and one a block away."
"Zipporah Jenkins; Santa Barbra's own starlet," Darren' voice said, in mock adoration.
A young black woman sat in the center of her bed, hands and feet bound, looking immaculate even in the current setting.
"You crazy, I don't have any family. And even if I did they ain't gotta penny to give ya," Zipporah sneered.
"Oh, my dear Zippy, I'm not after money." He was standing over by the window, peeking out of the blinds, "I simply want to make a point."
"I hope you know, as soon as I get outta her Imma cut you right?"
Darren shook his head and tsked. "You won't be getting out." He flicked a pocket knife open and moved towards her.
I rubbed my temples and moaned. "I think I'm going to get sick," I mumbled. Waves of nausea hit me as the vision replayed in my head. "Two visions in less than twenty minutes, I'll be damned if nothing is wrong with my head."
"Have you ever had it checked out? With the headaches it could mean…" Hotch began but I toned him out. I didn't need another lecture about my sanity. I was perfectly sane. Well, when I wasn't acting like a child.
Psychosomatic… The word my sister said rang out clearly in my head.
Ah, hell. Maybe I was crazy.
