Criminal Minds: Child Exploitation Task Force/CETaF
Chapter 11
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"YOU BITCH!" Susanna screeched at a stunned Emily.
"Susanna!" Dan released Emily instantly and went to her, "It's not what you think…" He held her arms.
"Don't you dare touch me, not after you touched that…whore!" She screamed at him.
The girls around them were snickering delightfully, eager for more drama.
Emily tried to move away from the scene but Tammy held onto her, "Congratulations, roomie!" She laughed loudly so everyone could hear. "You've made the House Sorority Finals!" she then held Emily's hand up. "Give it up for my roomie! Whoo-woo!"
The rest of the sorority cheered maliciously and raucously.
But Emily has had enough for the night as she jerked her hand off from Tammy and glared at her, "I'm done here, Tammy! Good night! And get yourself a new room-mate!" She was about to step away but she found herself face to face with Susanna.
"Oh no, you don't get away this easily, you tramp!"
"Look," Emily shook her head, "this is all a mistake…"
"Like hell it is!" Susanna screamed at her, "You fucking kissed my!"
Eyes widened, Emily stuttered, "You…Your what?"
Her face contorted, Susanna sneered, "Oh Dan didn't tell you? He gave you the same old lines he'd tell those poor innocent girls he slept and ditched." She turned and looked at Dan before she turned back to Emily and smiled maliciously, "You see, my fiancé has a very charming attitude. My daddy says he's going to make a wonderful politician one day." She smiled widely; showing off her pearly whites.
Emily paused for a moment and shook her head slightly, "You know Susanna, if there's one thing I hate the most is a politician, present or future. Good luck with your fiancé, and if you ever call me a bitch again, you'll regret it, you over-dyed, over-perm'ed bimbo with an IQ of less than a square root of a quarter."
Susanna frowned as she let those words digested.
Some of the women began to chuckle as they figured out the insult, even Dan was laughing.
It took Susanna a little bit longer and she was incensed, "You fucking bitch!"
Emily had walked away when she heard Susanna cussed at her again, she stopped walking, turned back and balled her fist and rearing back her arm, planted a facer into Susanna's nose!
CRUNCH! Emily broke Susanna's nose; blood instantly poured from both nostrils!
"My nose!" Susanna screeched as she held her face. "You broke my nose!" She glared at her.
"I warned you." Emily shook her head, "I told you not to call me a bitch."
Tears of pain began to leak out of Susanna's eyes, "I'm going to get my Daddy to come after yours!"
Dan came to stand beside Susanna, he was angry, "Oh stow it, Suss! Stop threatening everyone using your Dad's name! For once, grow up!"
Susanna stared at Dan in disbelief, "You…you're taking up for her…for that whore?"
Dan shook his head, "No, we did not do anything, Suss. It was just a kiss, it happened." He turned to look at Emily, "I'm sorry but it didn't mean anything."
Emily nodded, "Hey, don't apologize, I don't know you two from Adam…and it's getting late and I'm tired of all these drama crap so if you don't mind, I'm out of here." She nodded at him and left quickly without waiting a word from either of them; it was the last time she saw or heard from them.
She ran all the way back to her dorm and packed her things quickly; books and clothes for the night and into her car and drove out of the campus.
She called her mother and asked her to get her into an apartment while she stayed at a hotel temporarily. It was the only one time she stood below her principals and asked her mother's help.
She changed her major to avoid her room-mate and other freshmen as well as Dan Reader and Susanna Gallen. Essentially, she became a hermit; life at Yale was hell for her until all the principle characters were gone. Tammy Nates, thankfully, did not last long after the first year; she transferred to a lesser college. Dan Reader and Susanna Gallen graduated and were soon married.
The other sorority sisters were thankfully forgotten and gradually gone by the time Emily graduated and later joined the FBI Academy and the rest, as they said, was history.
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Entering the large house, Emily scanned about her before she heard a commotion above stairs; she smiled when she heard a young girl's voice and a familiar one, and followed them.
"…this is too big, Dave!"
"Yes, it is but they are all big, Goldilocks. And the three bears have left the building." The all too familiar masculine voice replied with an amusing retort. "I don't think Tedda will mind."
Emily frowned and she wondered who Tedda was as she stood on the threshold of the doorway of the room.
Dave, sensing they were no longer alone, turned and saw Emily and smiled, "Hey! Look what the cat has dragged in…hello Emily, welcome to Casa Readers." He spread his arm into the room, "And may I introduce you to young Isabelle Reader?"
Emily moved in to stand beside the veteran agent and turned to smile at the young girl who was sitting in the middle of the large carpeted space.
"Hi, I'm Emily, how are you?"
Isabelle nodded at her, "I'm Isabelle," She shrugged. "I just moved in here."
Emily nodded, "Kind a big place…nothing here, where's your bed and stuff?"
Isabelle shrugged again, "The big truck is coming soon, my bed and things are in there."
Emily began to walk around the room and towards a large window, "Nice view…nice back yard. I guess, you're going to put up a swing or slide, Isabelle?"
The little girl looked up at Emily and nodded, "I don't know, maybe…if Daddy or Uncle Eric says so."
"Who's Uncle Eric?"
"He follows Daddy around all the time." Isabelle looks down at her stuffed bear as she talked about Dan's chief of staff.
Emily frowned as she saw her instant change in her body language; Dave spotted it too.
"Isabelle," Dave came towards her, "Do you not like this Uncle Eric?"
Isabelle shrugged, "He's okay…Daddy likes him, he helps Daddy with his work all the time."
"But is he …."
Isabelle cut Dave off by suddenly standing and rushing towards to the window, "Look! That's a red birdie!"She said excitedly. "What kind of birdie is that, Dave?"
Dave sighed as he and Emily exchanged worried looks before he looked out the window, "That's a Cardinal, Isabelle, it's a common bird."
"Does Mudgie kill Cardinals?"
Emily stared at Dave and whispered to him, "You told her about your hunting dog?"
He nodded. "I had to start somewhere."
Emily closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them again and began again, "I hope you didn't tell her your gun collection."
He gave her a look, "Seriously?"
Emily shrugged, "I'm just saying."
He shook his head, "Give me a little credit, will you?"
Isabelle turned to them, "Can I have something to drink?"
Emily nodded, "I'm sure I can round up something from the kitchen. Would you like some snack too?"
Isabelle shook her head.
Emily looked at Dave in askance who shook his head, "Juice sounds fine for me too, Em."
"Two juice for the big bear and the smallish bear…coming right up." Emily smiled.
"You need a GPS locator?" Dave grinned, "It's a rather big house…more like a mansion or a copy of the Buckingham Palace." He chuckled.
Emily shook her head, "Ever played Marco Polo? I think I can figure my way around…See you guys…" As she walked out the door.
Dave shook his head, "I didn't know he became a game? I thought he was just an explorer?"
"Who's Marcus Polo?"
Dave shook his head, "No worries kid…long story."
"Big people talk weird." Isabelle shrugged.
"Speaking of big people, we might have to send a search party out for Emily." He winked at Isabelle.
The little girl giggled, "We might lose her and thirst to death!" She laughed at her own joke.
Dave shook his head and grinned, "Silly…I have a cell phone." He held his phone for her to see. "And she has one too."
It made the little one laughed more, "Oh yeah…I forgot!"
"Duh…" Dave rolled his eyes dramatically.
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After four wrong turns below stairs, Emily finally found the enormous kitchen and it was an enormous one.
"Oh Em Gee!" She utter to herself as she spun around the almost warehouse-size room. "If JJ and Garcia could see this right now." She grinned foolishly. "Martha Stewart, eat your heart out."
A middle-aged woman in uniform, stepped within the room and smiled at Emily, "May I help you?"
Emily turned to her, "Excuse me, I'm Agent Emily Prentiss. I'm one of the FBI agents assigned to the… er…well, actually to Isabelle."
The woman nodded at her, "I'm Priscilla Pines, I'm the Head Housekeeper for Mr. Reader, been with his family for over ten years."
They shook hands.
"I'm looking for juice for Isabelle and Agent Rossi…he's one of my partners."
Priscilla nodded and turned to a large white recessed cabinet that turned out to be a cooler and said, "Hmmm…we have Apple, Grape, Grape-fruit, Raspberry, and Cranberry for now."
Emily smiled, "You know, I didn't ask but I think Apple juice should be a safe choice for Isabelle, don't you think?"
The housekeeper leaned out from the cooler to glance at Emily and smiled, "No one has ask for my opinion; they usually tell me what they want but yes, Apple juice is a good choice." She nodded as she dived back into the cooler and pulled out three bottles and handed them to Emily, "Here you go, Agent Prentiss."
Nodding her head, "Emily is fine…after all, I'll be in and out of this house quite often."
The house keeper nodded and smiled, "Emily it is, and please, call me Priscilla."
"Thank you. And thanks for the drinks….!" She waved at the bottles as she carried them out of the door as she almost hit Dan Reader who was walking into the kitchen!
"….Priscilla, can I have something to drin…OOF!" He grabbed onto Emily and the three bottles of juice as well.
Emily looked up with a dread, "Oh…No! Not you!"
Dan chuckled as soon as he recovered, "Well, well…we meet again, Emily Prentiss."
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End of Chapter 11