Finally! fanfiction wouldn't let me upload any documents yesterday even though I had this done. Nusiance alert. Anyway, this is the second to last chapter, but never fear! I already have the idea for another chaptered fic, though it's not the sequel to this by any means. It'll be just as funny (I hope) but also a bit more serious and dramatic. So stay tuned for that!
Disclaimer: don't own CBS, don't own the show, will own the DVD when it's released.
Thanks to all my great readers as always for reading! And thanks to everyone who has reviewed, your thoughts on the story are always appreciated and taken into consideration. Hope I've addressed the question as to whether Prophet and Beth know how serious things are with this chapter.
"Mick?" Gina whispered against the Brit's chest, pausing from running her tongue up his abdomen.
"Yes doll?"
"Did you hear something? Like a window being cracked open?"
"No, but, I wasn't really hearing anything until you stopped," he admitted, shifting to look at the now-closed bathroom door. Moments later, after a slight creak on the floor, he smiled, before leaning down to quietly inform her it appeared they had a visitor.
"Finally. I'll pretend to be asleep, you act bored. Once we confirm it's our unsub, we'll give the signal. Coop and the team should be here within twenty minutes. We'll be… compliant to give them time," she explained, careful to remain hushed so the unsub couldn't overhear.
"Got it," he confirmed, reaching to pick up a rich person magazine off the nightstand as she rolled over and closed her eyes.
Several minutes later, the bathroom door slowly cracked open. Mick watched it over the top of the magazine, careful to keep his eyes seemingly on the article in case the unsub could see. Gina had slowed her breathing to appear unconscious, and she was still.
Mick waited, knowing there was quite clearly someone on the other side of the door, but the unsub's patience in making his move was almost maddening, even for a trained sniper like himself.
His jolt when the door finally flung open, and a man clad in all black wearing a ski mask stormed in, was quite real. He'd been preparing himself for the unsub's entry but after such a wait it had startled him.
"Don't move. Don't make. A MOVE. Stay where you are, don't try to call or I'll kill you. Don't scream or you're dead," the unsub yelled, his hoarse voice muffled but still quite loud.
Gina pretended to suddenly wake up, surprised and confused, while Mick dropped the magazine and raised his hands slowly.
"Don't… don't stab. We're not gonna do anything, t-take it easy," the Brit stuttered, pretending to be afraid, noting that the unsub was holding a large kitchen knife and had a small bulge on his left leg, high enough up it was likely the handle of a second knife. He didn't seem to be carrying any guns but his grip on the knife showed he was quite competent with the blade, confirmed by the skillful but angry cuts in the previous victims.
Mick gauged the man's age and fitness. If he did lunge to stab before their team and the police arrived, the unsub was old enough that he'd likely be too slow to avoid the sniper's counterattack. It would be easy enough to disarm the man at first glance, though he'd prefer if Cooper, Prophet and Beth came storming in with their guns. Getting into a physical confrontation with the killer meant he'd be close enough to potentially hurt Gina, if he hadn't been aiming for her in the first place.
She could probably defend herself adequately but he didn't want any risky chances taken that could rip his beautiful coworker out of his life.
Gina pouted, trembling her lip to look scared. The unsub focused on her more so than Mick, which would give the agent an advantage if he had to strike.
The killer's gaze then landed on Mick, and his eyes narrowed behind the mask.
"Show her just how worthless you are. You'll never be able to satisfy her like a man who actually loves her could. Fake, pretentious idiot. Move, NOW! Stick your head between her legs and just try and get her off," Byron snarled, waving the knife firmly to direct Mick.
The Brit slowly moved, making eye contact with Gina to let her know to fake dissatisfaction. Once he'd moved into the position the unsub wanted, he yelled again.
"No! Take her clothes off, show for everyone you're nothing without your money!" he growled, stepping closer with the knife.
"P-please, w-why are you d-doing this?" Gina cried, forcing her eyes to water, and also giving the signal to confirm to the team the unsub had approached them. She felt it was likely if they were listening they had already mobilized, but she wanted to confirm.
"Because sluts like you treat love like it's nothing! Absolutely nothing compared to money! But you know what, dumb whore, those millions you're choking out of him are what's really worth nothing!" Byron yelled back, narrowing his eyes and smiling slightly as Mick tossed the last of her clothing onto the floor.
He lowered his head once again and pretended to move. He knew the unsub couldn't actually see whether his tongue was doing anything or not and he'd prefer to not actually pleasure his partner in the current circumstance.
To her credit, she faked being bored and terrified well, crocodile tears slowly trickling down her face as she groaned in dissatisfaction every so often. The unsub was laughing to himself, ranting about how right he was, about how his fiancée was like every other classless slut.
It was difficult for Mick to see, stuck in a rather interesting form of tunnel vision at the moment, but he could hear from the floorboards the unsub was pacing, fairly rapidly, perhaps even stalking back and forth across the room. His turns were abrupt and noticeable, leading the Brit to believe the unsub was controlled with a knife but not emotionally.
He hoped the team would arrive soon, situated as he was it'd be difficult to adequately counterattack if the unsub decided to lunge, and he didn't want Gina to get injured when he finally chose to strike.
Byron continued laughing, chuckling to himself about how bad Mick was, asking Gina if this was really fun for her. She simply sobbed loudly every time he directed a question at her, trembling something fierce, and not from pleasure.
Mick briefly wondered if this was actually bothering her, as her reaction to the unsub seemed eerily real. He made a mental note while listening for irregularities in the unsub's pacing to ask her later if she was alright.
Then Prophet kicked the door in.
Gina quickly pulled the covers up to her neck, but not before Beth's eagle eyes scanning the room had gotten a very clear view of Mick eating the blonde out, or pretending to.
Prophet rushed forward, stopping a few feet from the unsub as Beth moved to the other side of him.
Cooper followed them in, calmer, telling the unsub to drop the knife. Mick called out, voice muffled by the covers, he had a knife at his left ankle as well.
"Just shoot me. Shoot me! SHOOT ME! I loved her and she left me, plant a bullet in my head and end this. She left me… she LEFT ME," Byron screamed, tears beginning to fall from his own eyes.
As he reached up to wipe them, his grip on the knife loosened, enough so Cooper could rush forward, tear the knife away, and twist around him while Prophet quickly followed, cuffing Byron before he could reach for the second knife.
"She left you because you're a psycho killer passing judgment on other peoples' choices and lives. Big surprise," Beth scathingly informed the man as Cooper escorted him out with the police officers. Byron didn't reply, trapped in his own mind and crying.
The two clothed and standing agents quickly turned to the undercover profilers, Mick finally emerging from under the sheets.
"Just get out," the Brit commanded, eying his coworkers who looked ready to burst out laughing any second.
"You might wanna step up your game, man, she looked pretty bored," Prophet chuckled, a snort from Beth confirming his statement.
"I was intentionally not doing anything, you moron. He'd have suspected something if I had her crying for more in minutes," Mick scowled, folding his arms over the covers.
"Yep. Sure. We gotcha. You keep thinking that," Beth smirked, resulting in a pillow being launched at her head. The fluffy decorator pillow connected with her face and she staggered back, Prophet laughing loudly at her.
Once she'd stopped spluttering, she and Prophet looked at the bed, only to see Gina pointing towards the door, now hanging off its hinges.
"Okay, okay, we're getting out of here," Beth threw her hands up in defeat, not wanting to take another pillow to the face.
"We'll uh, send the manager by to give you guys a new room. Seems like you're not quite done with the evening," Prophet grinned, raising his eyebrows as he dodged another flying pillow.
"Jagoffs," Mick yelled after them, stirring a small bit of laughter from the retreating agents making their way down the hall.
Prophet and Beth followed the trail of police, nodding to the two that remained behind to survey the hotel for a partner Byron may have had, however unlikely it was according to their profile. It was better to be safe than sorry.
"Can you believe they're serious?" Prophet finally said, turning slightly to the shorter brunette, hints of amusement and bewilderment leaking into his voice.
"No, man, I can't. I mean, who would ever think that a British playboy who flirts with everything that's blonde, legal and has the proper amount of holes would manage to seduce his pretty, blonde coworker with daddy issues? It's not like this is a by-the-book mutually benefiting relationship or anything," she retorted, rolling her eyes at his disbelief.
Beth kicked at an empty bottle of champagne lying in the hallway, sending it spinning down the corridor as they walked, Prophet running up to hit it with the side of his foot when they'd caught up to the bottle.
"I dunno, I just didn't think he'd settle down, get into a serious relationship, y'know? Her standards are too high to have a one night stand, with him, and if it was just for the mission they'd have followed us out," he commented after some thought, glancing at the elaborate wall decorations.
"She must have him on some leash."
"You heard him go on and on about those shoes he bought her. She puts them on and he's foaming at the mouth."
"If it works, it works, just keep me far away from their little love nest."
"I'll be sure to tell them you're just dying to walk in on them doing work in the middle of the gym."
"Do it and you'll find out just exactly why I profile like a fugitive."
Prophet shrugged in defeat and smiled.