Bemused, Nate walked out of the Atlanta PD; away from a chaotic skills. He hadn't expected them to release him already. However, the procedure went as they had assumed. Perfectly in control.
Everything according to the sweet plan,he thought, even better.
The interrogation was healthier than imagined; hassle-free. He thought the officers would grill him over the time they had, to get a confession out of him. He also hadn't expected this to go BACK to the FBI this soon. He never had heard of the Behavioral Analysis Unit before today.
All in all, a crazy Monday.
As he left the PD he watched the officers get into their cabs and SUV's. He wondered if they had decided to drop the case. They couldn't do that just yet, one more body was yet to be found.
It started raining. Heavy sheets of water cascaded his view. He watched people outside the street run for cover as if to avoid an air raid. The street gained an almost deserted look.
"Hmm, so it's raining whales and walruses," he said to himself aloud, "A crazy Monday, indeed."
He smiled to himself, drenched to the bone in just few moments. He never got out of the obsession of being one with rain. The sound of rain brought him unknown feelings of joy. The feelings that were rare, which, he hadn't felt with Kathy.
His dad had once said, "Water falling out from the sky is the greatest thing we can have, son."
Nate had wondered at these words for a long time.
Back in Ohio, when he was seven, Nate got drenched and caught an almost fatal pneumonia. His folks weren't surprised. Nate always had an amazing streak to get into trouble, often through self-infliction of pain. But the pneumonia wasn't just another disease. It changed his life.
Nate's father, Bob Milliken worked as trucker. The boy hardly saw his father except on Tuesdays. For many years Tuesdays used to be Nate's favorite time of the week. He would readily miss school much to the dismay of his mother. Bob took him to the Market place to buy the supplies for the week. Although a very boring place, but to the boy, accompanying Bob to the market place made him happier than ever.
He would watch his father buy the groceries exchanging pleasantries with the other shopkeepers. The market place was seldom crowded on Tuesdays. The few locals who were present at the area would look at Bob with respect. Often, Nate would wonder why people fear someone who is hardly around. He hadn't dared to ask his father that yet.
His father had always followed a strict regimen. Even though Nate didn't remember much of him, he recalled how Bob could whip a smack with a just a stern look. His mother who never stepped out of home was controlled through this alone.
When three weeks later, Nate caught the Pneumonia, he was treated and was alright well before Bob had returned for his off. No sooner had his father arrived; Nate's mother walked straight to him and said in a loud tone, "He fell sick again! I cannot manage this with all that give us."
Nate's mother had rarely talked to Bob Milliken directly let alone in an unruly tone. For an unknown reason, he expected Bob to spank his mother right on her face. Nate almost saw it coming.
He would only be crazy to protest, but Nate grew scared beyond his wits. In a way, he believed that protesting would only prove his insanity.
On the way to the shrink's clinic it began to rain. Nate smiled to himself and Bob cursed under his breath. Behind them they heard gun shots. Before Nate could turn a dying Bob fell across him. Nate looked up to see the killer's face but he had gone away.
He looked at his father's dying figure and thought what would be the best thing to say. He was too young to understand any of this. He expected this to be the day Dad's first played pranks with their kids, starting with assisting them to a shrink. But something told Nate that he was wrong. He knew only in split seconds that his life would only be more insufferable.
His father sputtered some blood and with a short cough and said, "Listen to me son…leave this place as soon as you have the power to."
Nate only looked at his father terrifyingly. He knew it was now or never, "Dad, tell me. Tell me why rain is the greatest thing to man? Please dad."
Bob coughed twice again, "Because…. Clouds sacrifice their love for the skies… granting … granting freedom to everything heavenly. That's what rain goes through…falling down to us."
Nate then quietly watched his father die, praying he'd never forget his last words. Just like that in a thin moment he watched life slip away from his father. He didn't cry, was incapable of it. But he wished he could.
Now he looked up at the paper mill in the distant. He was waiting to meet Kathy and Matt; he had an amusing tale of the PD to narrate. The mill was situated well away from the urban façade of noise and commotion. The memories of his father started fading in the back of his mind.
What a perfect hideout,he wondered.
The trees around the mill provided a natural cover. They could as well have the loudest party without attracting any attention. As he walked away from the main street into the forest, he noticed a few cars behind him. The one nearest to them was occupied by a young couple; both engaged in a heated argument. He could hear them from where he stood and realized the fight was about what breakfast their kid gets and what he deserves.
What they need…is to get laid.
He smiled again to himself as he thought about sex. He needed some of it desperately after what he had been through the past couple of days. "It's time to fuck you, my love," he said aloud. The forest muffled his voice better than expected.
He reached the main entrance of the mill and pushed the sliding door to get in. Kathy stood at a distance examining the printing equipment. She looked up and smiled. Apart from her pale expression and frail figure, Kathy looked very much lovely.
"Oh, Nate!" she exclaimed, giving him a hug. She then froze in his embrace.
She whispered his name and Nate hardened. She was turning him on. He whispered back, "Yeah baby?"
"You brought the fucking cops home," she whispered again.
Nate slowly turned suddenly out of breath. At the door of the mill stood at least fifty cops pointing their guns straight ahead at them. The couple that was fighting outside now stood doing the same. Kathy looked at Nate with a gulp.
Hotch who stood ahead of the group said, "Don't even think of it. We have this building surrounded."
Kathy muttered, "Game over…finally."
A/N: This chapter was kind of a fun thing to write because I came up with it in under twenty minutes. Does it look too rushed? Please share with me your views.
Song of the fic:
The Fray - Never Say Never.
Youtube link to the song - /watch?v=gy9TczXqHQM
