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Chapter Seven:
Jameson took a deep breath and aimed. The gun was loud even with the headphones on. He was happy when he finished unloading his clip.
The bell rang, and the targets moved forward. He took off his headphones and Nadine appeared. She looked at his hits.
"Two to the torso, one just nicking the top of the head, and the rest are wide," she said. "Not terrible for you."
"In situations like this, I question how we're even related," Jameson said.
"You couldn't pay me to sit still and calculate meds all day," she said dismissively. "The point of today's fun was to get you familiar with the sound of a gun again. We haven't done this in three years."
"I missed it so dearly," he said.
"I have a really bad feeling about what you've got yourself mixed up in right now," she said. "I want you to be ready for whatever comes to ahead."
"Are any of these feelings backed up by facts?" he asked.
"My detective friend at FSB refused to discuss anything with me when I called. But I could pick up from cues in her voice that she was nervous."
"I'll be careful," he said as they began to walk out of the range.
"I don't want you to be careful Connor, I want you to be safe," she said.
"I know, run, hide and as a last resort, fight."
"You know what most Americans should know into today's climate of gun violence, but the thing you have to remember is: No heroics. No trying to save people. The best thing you can do get out of the firing range and seek help from trained professionals."
"Sis, if I had to choose between escaping and trying to protect a patient, I'll try to protect patient."
Nadine shook her head.
"I know I can't stop you from thinking that way. Its too rooted in you. Professionals like me are better equipped at handling gun violence."
"The majority of my patients are going to panic when they see SWAT," he said.
"Which is why the minute we have cleared the threats, medical will be there. We do modify our units to fit the needs of the population. If it is safe and you're in good condition, we may even let you help but that is a big 'maybe.'"
"Nadine," he said seriously. "Do you think I'm in real danger?"
"I don't know Connor, and that is what scares me," she said.
"We'll see after Wednesday," he said.
"I'm sending my kids to Drake's aunt for the night and sitting on your apartment."
"Do you really think that is necessary?"
"Better safe than sorry," she said.
…
Jameson was relieved to see a houseful of BAU members and Morgan in the reception area outside his office. They were his last appointment. None of them looked certain about why they were there. Some appeared positively nervous.
"Hi," he said more confidently than he felt. "So, some of you already know me. I'm Dr. Connor Jameson. I'm in charge of Spencer Reid's care."
"You look oddly familiar," the blond he knew from the reports as J.J. said.
He laughed a little.
"You're good. Some people do see the resemblance. I think you met my twin a couple weeks ago while working a case in DC. Her name is Detective Nadine Jameson Mangan."
"Interesting," she said.
"Come on," he said. "There isn't enough space in my office for all of you so I'm taking you to a bigger room."
As they walked down the hall Prentiss asked:
"Is there a special reason why you wanted to meet with us all at once?"
"I want to get everyone on the same page together rather than having one-member relay everything to the others. I also wanted to get to know you all the way Spencer might."
Jameson opened a door, and everyone filed in. The room was filled with couches and chairs in muted colors.
"What's with the interrogation room in the back?" Morgan asked he sat down on couch
He shut the door.
"That's for observation," he said. "It isn't relevant."
He took a seat in front of all of them.
"Agents, I noticed a disturbing trend when I started treating Spencer. He had some sort of episode the night after a member, or former member visited. I found out that this has been occurring since Spencer was admitted here. The night doctor made an effort to have Spencer's visitors blocked to see how he'd manage and was met with threats of being fired from his position."
Jameson stared at each of them hard.
"I want what is best for my patients and I am always willing to go the extra mile. Things have not been adding up since I met Spencer. He is not responding to any of the medications, which is slightly unusual given the variety. I also watched each of you leave my office on the cameras. All of you looked on edge and answered a phone call afterwards. You are causing my patient distress. I needed to do something. I reached out to private detectives."
The team sat in stunned silence. A door opened, and four women appeared.
"Elle?" J.J. said.
"Elle Greenaway?" Prentiss said.
"I see my reputation only precedes me slightly," she said. "I'll lead introductions. I'm Elle Greenaway, formerly of the FBI."
"I'm Maria Bridges," another woman said. "I used to work for the DC police in Internal Affairs before the force turned against me the rest remains confidential."
"I'm Dr. Sophia Spalding," another woman said. "I have degree in psychology and worked for the CIA."
"And I'm Jackie Fenton. I worked for the NSA," another woman. "I'm the leader of the team at Fenton Spalding Bridges Private Investigation Services. Elle is our fourth-equal but silent partner."
"How much do you know?" Garcia asked fearfully.
"Enough to ask Dr. Jameson to go to the observation room and resist the urge to listen in," Fenton said.
"What!?" he said. "This is my office! I'm paying you."
"I know your sister," Bridges said. "She's going to kill me if anything happens to you. When I spoke with her I could tell she was plotting where to stash my body if a hair on your head were to be harmed."
"This is ridiculous," Jameson. "This is my patient and I came to you for help, yet you want to keep me in the dark."
"We wouldn't be doing it if we didn't think you'd be safer," Greenaway said.
"I'm also prepared to give you some of your money back," Fenton said.
"I left the newest the James Patterson novel in there for you," Spalding said.
"Really?" Jameson said irritably.
"Dr. Jameson," Prentiss said. "I think it is in your best interests that you not be present."
Jameson was furious.
"You've been hurting my patient!"
"There is a much bigger plan at play," Prentiss said. "I thought I was the only one being terrorized by this unsub, but clearly I was wrong. I promise we'll work with FSB to resolve this."
"I hope so," Jameson said.
He glared at all of them and went into the observation room.
Fenton watched the door close.
"I disconnected the wiring anyway," she said.
"You don't trust him," Rossi said.
"Nope," Fenton said. "I'd be pissed too. But you guys are in a lot of trouble that no average civilian should be privy to."
"Let's get started," Bridges said. "How are all of you being tortured into torturing Spencer?"
Author's Note:
Sorry if this isn't as interesting as other chapters. I don't like anything longer than fourteen hundred words and I think I might have surpassed that if I continued.