"Well this is easy now, right? We just wait for him to dump a body and we catch him, he says he's going to be there." Provoked Morgan as, once again, they sat in the briefing room, a place they all had gotten to know all too well.
"It may sound easy, but I still think it's dangerous. If we chase him, he might have a gun, or he might go and kill the other hostages, I don't think that we should take chances." Lectured J.J.
"Okay, let's all bring it out into the open; we all know what we are thinking about, who we are thinking about, Prentiss." Rossi blurted from his seat.
"Well we can't let her come back and go with him." Stated Hotch.
"But we sort of have to…" Mumbled Reid and everyone gazed at him. "If he doesn't see Emily there at all, he might just flee and we may never catch him. He would kill the remaining hostages and change his identity again, and he could be wiped right off the map."
The team was silent. This was a tremendous decision and it all fell on the unit chief's shoulders. Hotch tensed at the thought.
Garcia had been staring at the red note for three hours now. She drummed her fingers on the desk, bit her lip, and did anything she possibly could do to distract her and what she was thinking. The thought, though, had completely taken over her, and she decided to act on it. Garcia grabbed the extra copies of evidence she made, just in case Strauss wanted another copy and placed the three folders and four DVD's into an embroidered denim bag next to her desk. She stood up and took a deep breath. She was going to be in deep with Hotch for what she was going to do, but she knew for the sake of the case, she had to.
Garcia traveled out to the parking lot and met her orange convertible. She tossed the bag into the back seat and climbed into the car. While putting the car into ignition, she took another deep breath, fixed her auburn bangs, and stepped on the gas.
Gene, once again sat in the corner of the warehouse. He knew something was deeply wrong with him, but he had no control over what was happening, all he knew was that if he did not do what his mind whispered to him, then we would most definitely kill himself. He had dreams of that occurring. He would take a shotgun, and hold it to his temple and pull the trigger. An explosion would occur inside his skull and he would feel only a millisecond of pain before it was terminated. Then he would stir, and find himself back on his cot in the warehouse. He would look down onto the floor and see the piece of black artillery staring back at him.
Do it. Do it!
"NO!"
He shrieked, not realizing it was a memory. He jolted his head around when he heard one of the puppets gasp. Red. He would usually get up and run his meaty fingers through her hair, and watched as she tried to keep a straight face. He could always feel fear inside, though. He recalled his mother, who also had long red hair, and a spicy demeanor. She was only around until Gene was four, but he could remember her like it was yesterday. She would always adorn white cotton dresses and gold sandals in the summer, and boots in the winter. She would laugh all the time with Gene; he could still remember her laugh, a small delicate cackle that was certainly contagious. She would assemble with him on the grass and soak in the sun, making her skin bloom with light freckles. She would run her thin fingers through Genes freshly washed hair and hold him close. They would both close their eyes and felt the sweet summer breeze on their backs. Then the screen door would slam.
Daddy's home.
She would change then. Transform into a hard, shell of a woman, with an unwelcoming face, and fear behind her eyes. Then she would follow James into the house, Gene would continue sitting on the lawn. He winced as he could hear his mother scream, and his father grunt. He could hear faint banging and crashing, glass breaking, and cursing. He would shake, and cry.
"Maman?"
Grayson heard the man whimper the childish word.
"Maman?" He said again.
He rose from his spot and walked toward the stage, as if in some sort of trance.
"Maman?"
Gene saw her, his mother, pale and breakable,
"I'll help you. This time Maman. He can't hurt you anymore."
He walked up to Jessica. He elevated her arm and traced the stitches up and down. He then took his finger and outlines the bruises on her complexion.
"I know papa did this to you, but I couldn't help you, I'm sorry. I should have helped you. I remember him carrying you outside and putting you in the river. I should have saved you."
"I am not your mother, my name is Jessica, and you can save me."
"How Maman?"
"Take me off these chains and to the hospital."
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE!"
"Don't you want to save me?"
"Yes."
"Then do as I say."
"But you left me. You left me!"
"No! I didn't leave you!"
"Yes! You did! I remember! You went to the river with Papa and never came back! You left me alone with that monster! You left me alone with my father!"
Jessica knew what was coming. She saw him lift his fist. It was clenched to tight that small veins were protruding out near the knuckle. Jessica was surprised than she even had enough time to witness this before it all went…
Black.
Garcia stood at the door with her denim bag. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. The door cracked open, and then was released all the way. Emily Prentiss stood there in a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt, which did not suffice in concealing the mass of gauze bandages around her shoulder. Her Hair was tied up and she was clutching a box of cereal to her chest. Her eyes conveyed like the usual pissed off Emily Prentiss look, Let me do what I want or bite me.
"Garcia?"
"Hey Em."
"Uh, come in." She blinked.
She opened the door and with a wave of her hand, guided Garcia into her apartment. The living space was exceptionally clean and organized, but it did have a warm and hearty side to it too, yet it all remained classy, much like Emily herself.
"What are you doing here?" Emily asked squishing the cereal box into one of the cabinets.
"Um, y'know, just… in the neighborhood."
Emily nodded and told Penelope to sit in the den. She glared at the denim bag, and found a way to ask the itching question.
"So… do you have the case files in there?" she mumbled shifting her vision to her light colored carpet.
"I couldn't stand not having you in the loop; you deserve to know things too."
Emily suddenly jumped up and crashed into Penelope, giving her a one- armed embrace.
"PG I love you!"
"Love you too honeybun." She responded, practically peeling the fellow agent off of her. Emily then plopped down beside her and reached for the denim bag. She pressed her lips together until they turned white, Garcia knew she was in pain and gladly pulled the bag closer the injured agent. Emily pulled out the pictures she had not seen before, and the two DVD's.
"Another body? That leaves three left right?"
"Yes, do you have a DVD player, love, we, well you can watch the videos."
Yeah, sure, upstairs. Uh, if you want to stay down here and find something to eat while I watch these."
"Awesome", Garcia smiled.
Prentiss grabbed the shiny silver circular objects and padded up to her room, pulse racing, and palms sweating.
A/n Once again I do not own Criminal Minds =( but anywho, I got like three more reviews! And they are all really sweet and like give me butterflies! Love love love it! (Well now you know I'm a teenager from all the repetitive "likes") but anyway, hope you like it so far, and I will keep going! I am really excited for the end, how about you? Peace out =)