Me: Hmmm… Gunshot maybe? No, too simple… Knife fight? Too, West Side Story…
Morgan: What are you mumbling about?
Me (ignoring him): Hanging? Naw…
Reid: She seems to be contemplating murder strategies.
Morgan: But why?
Me: I'll tell you why, I'm going to kill someone off, and it needs to be… well… epic, I guess.
Prentiss: Kill someone off?
Me (gleefully): Yes!
Reid (nervously): Who would this person be?
Me (sweetly): I can't ruin the surprise, Reid, you know that.
Morgan: It's not me, right?
Me: Didn't I already promise Garcia I wouldn't kill you?
Morgan: Yes, but what about the rest of the team?
Me (smiling evilly): Maybe wolves…
I don't own Criminal Minds."The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you." ~Soren Kiekegaard
"I found a cabin," Garcia said. "I don't have an exact location, I just have the permit of some guy named Richard Keith to build on the land there."
"The veterinarian?" Hotch said, looking to the team for affirmation. "Thanks, Garcia." He disconnected the call.
"The employees of the office said that Dr. Keith was on his yearly vacation this week," Prentiss added.
"So, he gathers the girls, his muses, and then he takes a vacation. What do you think he has planned?" Morgan asked.
"Well, it depends on what the he wants from them. If he just wants them to be his inspiration, he could plan on keeping them until he feels that they have fulfilled their purpose, are no longer necessary, or no longer worthy." Reid frowned as he considered the dilemma.
"Either way," Rossi pointed out. "We have to find these girls, and quickly. Now that he has them all, what's to stop him from moving them to a different location?"
Detective Harding nodded. "Let's go, I think my men are ready."
The team rose as one unit and followed Harding out the door.
The SWAT team was already waiting in the lobby, chatting with the remains of the canine squad.
"Ready to go?" Harding asked as she and the team joined the mixed group.
A chorus of 'let's get him' and 'you know it' filled the air.
"Let's go find those girls," Harding smiled.
The group turned to leave.
Reid felt something tugging at his shoulder and looked down to see one of the dogs pawing at his bag. It sat and gave a low woof as it continued to paw. Reid frowned and tried to move away, but the dog followed, tugging on its leash and getting its officer's attention.
"What is it, Tango?" It was the guy who had harassed Reid earlier.
Great, Reid thought. Even his dog hates me.
"Dr. Reid, right?" the officer asked.
"Yes." Reid swallowed, prepared for another talking to.
"Well, Dr. Reid, I'm going to need to see in your bag."
"What?"
"Tango here is a drug dog. He seems very interested in your bag, so I'll need to see inside of it."
By now, the entire room was focused on Reid and the officer. Reid swallowed. "Um, sure." Reid moved over to a desk and put his bag down.
The officer took out a pair of latex gloves and opened the bag.
Reid turned to look at the team. He shrugged his shoulders and half-smiled. JJ tried to smile back, but everyone else looked concerned.
"Come on, guys," Harding said to the SWAT team. "Let's get packed up."
With backward glances, the SWAT team slowly filed out.
"It looks clean," the officer said, sounding almost disappointed.
Reid nodded.
The officer opened the last side pocket, his hands froze for a split second, and Reid knew I wasn't good.
"What do we have here?" the officer asked as he lifted a small pack of white powder from the pocket.
Reid's mouth fell open. "It's not-" He looked from the white packet to his bag. "I didn't-" He looked at the team. "I swear-"
"Save it. You aren't going anywhere. I'm placing you under arrest for possession of crack cocaine." The officer took out his handcuffs.
"But it's not mine!" He took a few steps toward the team, hand out, pleading for them to believe him. "I swear, it's not mine."
"How'd it get there then?" The officer was obviously enjoying himself.
"I-I-" Reid sighed. "I don't know."
"I didn't think so." The officer moved to handcuff Reid.
"Guys," Reid implored. "Morgan, Hotch."
"We'll take care of this, Reid, don't worry," Emily assured him, though her face showed more worry than hope.
JJ looked on the verge of tears.
Rossi avoided eye contact.
Hotch tried to smile and nodded.
Morgan looked like he wanted to punch something. "We believe you, Reid. If you say you didn't, then you didn't."
Reid immediately felt relief wash over him.
They will get me out of this.
Hmmm... Is Reid telling the truth? Or did he use drugs? Ooooooo! The suspense!
I can feel the end drawing ever closer, but that really doesn't mean much, I just know where I want the story to go. How long it takes me to get there always seems shorter in my head…
Well, REID AND REVIEW!
~MyDarkAngel710
P.S.
Hey! It's only 12:30! I think that's a new record for me! XD