Trigger warning: There are some slight references to torture and violence in this update.
11:00 pm
Washington DC
The bass line of 'Bootylicious' reverberates loudly throughout the car. JJ's eyes open slowly as she picks her phone up off of the console and sees a text from Garcia waiting for her.
Face time A.S.A.P! - The Oracle
Jayje unlocks her phone, being greeted to a picture of herself and Garcia on the outside with Emily and a baby Henry in the middle, grinning into the camera. That picture was taken the last at the last New Year's Eve party before she was transferred to the State Department. She lingers on the picture for a moment and then she swipes to the left until the Facetime app. She scrolls through her contacts until she gets to 'Garcia' and hits the bright green call button. JJ then taps a distracted Morgan on the shoulder, causing him to turn towards her and away from the building.
JJ and Morgan are greeted with a black screen at first, with two voices squabbling in the background.
"No Reid, move the computer this way so that she can see the both of us!"
"But the lighting would be better from this angle and its closest to the board this way."
The camera on their side shakes as the laptop is shuffled back and forth. Morgan raises his eyebrow knowingly as she rolls her eyes.
"Baby girl and pretty boy I take it?" Morgan deduces with one of his eyebrows quirked.
JJ smirks as she slides her phone into the phone mount on Morgan's dash. "Who else would it be?"
The hands on the camera disappear as a clearer picture of the two agents, with the light blue walls of her living room serving as their back drop, appear smiling on the screen. Reid, who was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas with pattern of Tardis on them and a plain white t-shirt, gives the camera a small wave.
Garcia, who was wearing a pink tank top and light green pajama bottoms with her feathery pink pen in one of her hands and uses the other to wave excitedly towards the camera.
JJ and Morgan chuckle at their friends and whatever is going on with their impromptu sleepover.
"Bonjour mon amies!" Garcia greets them happily, like someone who has had one too many cups of caffeine. "Do I have some news for my two favorite people."
"Hey Pen, Reid." "What's up baby girl, pretty boy." JJ and Morgan simultaneously. Reid nods in responses and brushes a few strands out of his face.
"How goes the stakeout?" Garcia asks. "Any sight of the sith lord yet?"
"Not bad so far." JJ tells her nonchalantly with a sly grin. "The Sith lord is nowhere to be found so far. The only good thing we got going in terms of the stake out stakeout has been the coffee and the power nap I was indulging in before I got your text. If only the company were better."
"Hey! You should feel privileged to be here as far as Blake and I are concerned." Morgan says indignantly. "Or would you rather be in New Orleans with Rossi and having awkward silent dinners with your ex and his pregnant wife?"
JJ pretends to think about it for a second and blinks. "Point taken."
"He's right you know. You did get the better deal this time angel." Garcia adds. "Besides getting the opportunity to spend hours in a confined space with a living, breathing god."
"Lucky me." JJ drawls sarcastically, earning a nudge from her partner.
"And from what Rossi has told me about Shelly Flanagan, you definitely got the better end of this increasingly complicated stick sugarplum."
"Is she really that bad?" JJ asks.
"Rossi said he's had better conversations with his third wife."
"If my memory serves correct, I think she was the one who tried to throw a frying pan at his head when he told her that he wanted a divorce." Reid adds with a smirk.
"Wow." JJ whistles. "Well then, thank you Morgan for keeping me here. You are my savior."
"Anytime princess." Morgan replies sarcastically to her with a smirk. "So how's our unsub's timeline coming along?"
"It's done and waiting for your stamp of approval boss." Garcia replies brightly. "When Rossi and Blake get back from New Orleans, hopefully with a big pot of my vegan gumbo that the Gabster promised me, we'll be ready to go over all of the grisly details then."
"Nice job." Morgan compliments them.
"Did you manage to dig up any dirt on Shelly while you were on your roll?" JJ asks as she props her feet up on the dashboard.
Garcia's smile quickly morphs into a frown. She bites her lip and glances briefly at Reid, who starts scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Yes and no."
Morgan and JJ look at each other confused.
"What do you mean baby girl?" Morgan asks.
"When we were looking for dirt on the Shelly Flanagan that we know and kind of despise today, using her maiden name Boylan. Long story short, we came up with zilch, zero, zip, nada." Garcia explains.
"Goose egg." Reid deadpans unhelpfully, receiving a glare from the technical analyst.
"So you weren't able to find anything on Shelly's past that we could use at all?" Morgan asks.
"I didn't say that sweet cheeks." Garcia says with a smirk. "I may not have found anything on the Shelly Boylan Flanagan that we know now, but my lovely assistant and I may have a clue about who she used to be."
"Garcia is being a bit too flattering-" Reid says with a blush on his face.
"I was talking about Maeve." Garcia deadpans as she types something into her laptop.
"Of course you were." Reid mutters, ducking his head to hide the red tint growing on his cheeks.
JJ subtlety covers her hand over her mouth, stifling her laugh.
"Before I tell you what Reid, Maeve and I found, I have the information that you wanted on Shelly's Baltimore and the New Orleans Flagcon based offices." Garcia tells them looking away from the laptop and into the camera lens. "Her financial history, like the rest of her background, is squeaky clean. Too clean if you ask me."
"Are you sure Garcia?" JJ asks crestfallen.
"Outside of the two shady North Korean LLCs, which is linked more or less to Flagcon than it is to her, I couldn't find anything that would otherwise link her making payments to Doyle outside of the benefit gala. I thought that was a little weird because we know that she's been giving Doyle money in the bank account that she has in Boston, which the branch manager at the time confirmed for me. But other than that, I couldn't find anything that would give us any kind of insight as to who Shelly Boylan was before she met Duncan Flanagan. So it was back to the drawing board until-" Garcia pauses for a long while until JJ rolls her eyes.
"Let me guess, the wonder twins found something out about Shelly that the all-knowing Oracle missed?" JJ asks sarcastically as she props her feet on the dashboard.
"Wonder twins, what's that suppose- "Reid starts to say but is cut off by the annoyed technical analyst.
"Yes Jennifer, that's exactly what happened." Garcia says with clenched teeth. "And for future reference, the Oracle of Quantico never misses anything. I just hadn't thought of it at the time is all. Thank you once again for stealing my thunder sour princess."
"We don't have time for thunder mama." Morgan said as he tries to hide his smile. "Now what did you guys find?"
"Fine, have it your way, wet blankets." Garcia mutters as she turns her body facing Reid and waves her hand at the camera. "Take it away brainiac."
"Thanks Garcia." Reid mumbles and sits up straighter on the couch. "Like Garcia said, we couldn't find anything on Shelly past her secondary school and university records. Garcia thought that we should take another look at her personal travel records from the last ten years as well as all of the trips that she may have taken with Flagcon to see if there might be any inconsistencies there. And again, they seemed to be consistent. I read and reread her records when I couldn't find anything, until I noticed a pattern. There were some trips that she took logged here that weren't under her name."
Reid moves away from the camera for a second before he reappears again with a stack of papers in his hand.
"In fact, out of the two hundred and fifty business and personal trips she has taken over the last few years, seventy-five of those trips were taken under an alias."
"She's a public figure and the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company." JJ infers. "So it's not out of the realm of possibility for her to use a different name for privacy reasons."
"Especially if she were using some of those trips to visit Doyle." Morgan adds. "How many names are on that list kid?"
Reid looks down at the list. "She used fifteen different names for some of the trips and for the rest of the trips, she used variations and anagrams of those names."
"That sounds a bit excessive." Morgan says. "Most CIA agents going undercover don't keep up with that many names, let alone a CEO."
If you only knew the half of it, Morgan. "Well luckily, she didn't have to since I assume her executive assistant normally handles her travel arrangements."
"That's true." Reid agrees. "Although she had fifteen names to remember, only one of those names or a variation of that name makes up a majority of the list of aliases that Shelly uses. I was sort of disappointed in myself for not seeing it in the beginning and it took Maeve sitting on my lap and pointing out the consistency-"
JJ rolls her eyes good naturedly. "The name Spence. The name."
Reid blushes. "Oh right, sorry JJ I got a little sidetracked there. It's Anna McKinney. We believe that may be her real name."
"Anna McKinney?" Morgan ponders for a moment.
"I wonder what brought on the name change?" JJ asks what she is sure her partner is thinking. "Was she in some sort of witness protection program by any chance?"
"I'm not quite sure, but I don't believe she was." Reid answers. "Garcia has more information on that, so I'm just going to hand it back to her."
Reid scoots away from the camera and Garcia takes his place. "There were over 100 girls who went by the name of Anna McKinney, who were born in Dublin who were orphans and placed in the system. So I had to narrow it down to the ones that would have been close to Shelly's age today. There was only one girl that came close to it. An Anna McKinney, who was born in the slums of North Dublin on October 26, 1950. Her father was a Brit expat who was dishonorably discharged from the Royal Navy for conduct unbecoming and her mother, Aoife Boylan, was a waitress at a local diner owned by her father, Jakob Boylan."
"So I take it she didn't come from Irish royalty then?" JJ asks a bit surprised.
"You're half right love." Garcia says somberly. "Shelly's grandfather on her mother's side was wealthy. When he found out her mother Aoife was pregnant, he disowned her and left her penniless. Shelly's father Ronald McKinney was for all intents and purposes a drunk and very abusive. The police had been to Aoife and Ronald's house on more than one occasion but he always brushed off the complaints the cops would get and this is where it all of this comes together. On January 12th, 1957, there was a report of a fire by an Ethan Finnegan, a long time neighbor of Aoife's."
JJ and Morgan look at one another knowingly before signaling Garcia to continue on.
"Ethan Finnegan called emergency services when he saw the flames and they found the charred remains of Aoife and Ronald McKinney. According to medical examiners, there was what looked like a through and through that went through Ron's clavicle. But they weren't one hundred percent certain at the time."
"Did the police ever find the gun?" JJ asks scooting as she settles herself further into the sleep.
"See here's where it gets wonky. They found the gun, but it didn't belong to Aoife." Garcia answers her. "The gun actually belonged to our neighborhood watchmen Ethan Finnegan. It gets even wonkier when you find out that the gun in question disappeared at some point while the police were going through the chain of evidence, conveniently before they could dust it for fingerprints."
"Convenient's right Pen." JJ mutters, as she rolls her eyes in Morgan's direction while Morgan nods in agreement. "The missing gun that just so happens to belong to the good samaritan may or may not have killed Ron McKinney Did he happen to give her the idea to shoot her abusive husband?"
"He claims that he hadn't." Garcia answers. "According to his statement, he hadn't seen the gun in weeks before the police found it at the scene."
"I'm sure it did. Not that I would blame him much if he did" JJ says sarcastically. "So what happened to Anna McKinney after that?"
"She lived with Ethan Finnegan for a year before she was made a ward of the state. She was in and out of ten foster homes before her rich aunt, Beatrice Boylan adopted her and changed her name when she turned fifteen."
"Which would explain why you couldn't find anything on her before she was adopted." JJ concludes. "Question is why would they have waited so long to find and adopt her?"
If Ros had lived long enough to have children and died soon after, JJ knows that she wouldn't have hesitated to find her and take her immediately without question. The fact that Shelly's aunt didn't seem to care enough about the girl who was the only living link to her sister, to take her in before she adopted her at fifteen, unsettled JJ. It was no wonder the CEO seemed to be an ice queen.
"I have the answer to that as well sugarplum." Garcia tells her brightly. "Brian Boylan died on March 15th, 1964 of liver cancer and left all of his fortune to the daughter he threw out into the cold, Aoife. Problem was that he didn't know that he had outlived his daughter- "
"So Beatrice adopted Shelly so that she could be the executor of her father's will until Shelly came of age, by any chance?" JJ cynically fills in for her.
"Eight gold stars for you." Garcia says. "Beatrice would have gotten away with robbing Shelly blind of her grandfather's fortune without her knowing about it. Her private high school was expensive and Oxford even more so. Along with living expenses, Beatrice more than Shelly if it wasn't clear. If Aunt Beatrice had her way, Shelly wouldn't have seen a dime of grandpa's fortune."
"Awfulness runs in the family then" JJ comments. "And what do you mean by 'if Beatrice had her way'?"
"Well someone out there must have agreed with you darling because Aunt Beatrice died a year to the day of taking the young Anna McKinney into her home."
"How did she die?" Morgan askssurprised.
"She was coming home after a charity dinner and she was stabbed twice in an alleyway. A bartender taking out the trash found her and called emergency services. She was pronounced dead on the scene."
12:00 am
Baltimore, MD
"I know everything about you Anna and soon enough, the rest of the world will too. Especially your little girls. Will they still want you as their mother once they find out mommy was a monster?"
I watch the petrified CEO gape at her like a fish out of water. I start to imagine the countless things that are going on in the blonde's mind right now. How helpless she must feel right now, knowing that the iron grip she has held onto for the last thirty years is loosening beyond her control. She is now under the mercy of the person who was going to take the carefully crafted safe zone that she has created for years and shatter it in a matter of minutes. How if I allow her to live through this encounter, that someone would not stop until every ounce of the life that she has created is tainted beyond recognition. She would have nothing to go back to. Everyone that means anything to her will either abandon her or be disgusted by the monster that they have had in their midst for all of these years. Shelly will get a slice of the hell that I've lived through for the last three years. But unlike me, the CEO would not have several aliases to hide the shattered remains of her life under.
I feel a strange, yet invigorating sensation flowing through me right now about all the power she has over Shelly. I begin to truly understand why the unsubs feel the way that they do about their victims. It had happened a few times before with some of her other marks like Jack Dawson, the slimy pig. I was always able to brush that feeling off and refocus on what I needed to do for the mission.
For some reason with Shelly, I'm not able to brush the feelings of total domination over the CEO. It's honestly starting to scare me at how much I am enjoying the pain I'm inflicting on this woman. Maybe it's because she stole my life and everything that ever matter to me. Maybe it's because I want her to feel my pain and revel in how she was going to lose it all.
Or maybe I love the fear in Shelly's eyes because I'm turning into him.
I turn away from the CEO and rubs her temples. I didn't want her to think that there was even the smallest of possibilities that she would be able to talk herself out of this chair.
I put on my mask of calm and cool calculation just long enough to stop myself from killing the CEO on the spot, I turn around and walks over to the table on the back wall. I pick up the thick Interpol file on Shelly that Cruz gave me during my impromptu visit and flip it open.
I skim through the information about the CEO that I was already aware of. I look over the bit about her aunt and the mysterious circumstances surrounding her death and decide that this would be my way in. I'll rile her up a little before I show Shelly my full hand and see how she reacts.
"It's nice to know that class status doesn't matter to you in regards to who you murder Shelly." my distorted voice mentions too casually. "That's probably one of your only redeeming qualities at the moment."
Shelly looks up and glares daggers into her mask. "What are yer going on about."
"Of course you don't know. What a surprise." I tell her abrasively as she takes a few steps towards Shelly's chair and grip the back of it. "Well what do you know Shelly? Because I can tell you what I know about you from these files!" I hit the CEO in the back of the head with the manila folder and grab the back of her neck.
"Here's a bit of advice for you Shelly, getting your street rat of a boyfriend to kill your aunt for you still makes you a murderer." The CEO looked at her stunned for a moment as I let go of her neck. I smile on the inside at the power I had to silence Shelly with a few words. "But then again, you don't seem to know much of anything, don't you?"
"Something bad always seems to happen to everyone associated to you. And yet you have never have any idea how they got that way don't you? Or at least that's what you expect me to believe."
Shelly doesn't respond, having half the sense to keep her mouth shut. The pointed glare she was sending in my direction though, speaks volumes. I was entering into territory that she didn't want me treading in. I slowly lean into her ear and I swear I can almost feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.
"If I understand this correctly, you told the police you had no idea who the man that they found in your old house was. Did you have a bout of amnesia and suddenly forget about all the times you had McFadden intimidate witnesses for you when you were a defense attorney trying to get Doyle's guys off? Did you forget conveniently forget that Michael was your boyfriend's right hand man for as long as you'd known him?"
Shelly avoids looking at me at all costs, but it wasn't out of shame like I was expecting. It looks like she is getting angry and more frustrated with every word I was saying because I'm pulling back the curtain over her lies. She was no longer the great, mythical stoic CEO that singlehandedly saved her husband's company that was tanking for years before she took it over. I'm revealing her as the ordinary woman who was so entrenched in her own corruption that she was too blind to see that the only thing that separated her from Doyle was her husband's reputation.
I take this as my sign to push further to see how far I could get her to bend. Especially when she sees what's at stake for her if she doesn't.
"Just like you have no idea who Ian Doyle is. Is that how you want to repay the kindness that Ethan Finnegan bestowed upon you? By pretending like the old man didn't take you in while he was trying to wrangle his bastard grandson-"
"I never stayed in that man's house! He was just a neighbor of mine who witnessed my mother's death doin me a kindness! I had never met em before in my life before that night!" Shelly bellows out enraged.
"Like I've told ya repeatedly, I have no association with the Doyle! I hadn't even met the man until the night of that benefit. Whatever information ya think ya have on me is false and you should probably get better sources." Shelly ends her rant panting with her lips terse together.
I roughly release my grip on the back of the chair and watch gleefully as the CEO has to counter balance her weight to keep it from tipping over. I shoot a glare at the CEO to remind her who was actually in charge of the situation. She couldn't even tell her the truth about something as simple as where she lived after her parents died, despite the fact that it was in her records.
Supervisory Special Agent Prentiss would have given her the benefit of the doubt; despite the doubts she may have had about her story. She may have even showed her an ounce of compassion, seeing as she was young at the time and because she had been through more than someone her age should have. But this woman wouldn't even acknowledge the simple truth of her past with Doyle, even though it is literally public record. How stupid does Shelly honestly believe me to be? Does she think that if she keeps denying the truth to her that it will get her out of this?
Shelly seems to have forgotten the position she is currently in. What better time to remind her of what she stands to lose if she keeps denying everything the way that she is, than now?
I reach into the slit of my boot and pulls out her blade. I walk behind Shelly's chair and grabs the blonde's hair. She places the blade at her neck and shallowly presses it up against her throat.
"Public records don't lie but you do Anna." I hiss venomously. "His name is listed as your guardian until you were seven before he realized that raising you wasn't the same as watching his drunken son's kid for a few hours a day." She makes a shallow cut a couple of inches across the base of her neck and watches a trail of blood run down it slowly. "You knew who Doyle and his family were back then. Just as I am confident that you know where Doyle's hiding now. You're going to tell me where he is hiding now before I lose my patience with you." I make the slit a little bit bigger, feeling the CEO starting jump a little and struggle in my hold.
Shelly hisses as she feels the cold blade dig deeper into her skin. "Why do ya need to know where he is? You plan on going after 'em like you went after my husband and Michael?"
I slowly drag the blade slowly across the CEO's neck and watch menacingly as the slit lets out just enough blood to allow a few drops to slide down her neck.
Catching her off guard for a moment, I place my hands on the base of her neck, causing a few more drops of blood to squeeze out of her neck.
"I wasn't lying to ya when I said that I don't know where he is." Shelly gasps out desperately as she helplessly kicks her legs out, as if it would magically loosen my grip on her. "He never tells me where he's going to be for my safety and that's the truth."
I let go of her neck and walk away, tossing the knife onto the ground to her gasping for air. I quickly make my way around the front of her chair, where the CEO has her head down, still struggling to breathe. I take her chin in my left hand and slowly lift her head up to look into her tired and defeated eyes. Some of the coldness that was there earlier has dimmed. If I didn't know any better, I swear I may see light traces of fear in her dilated pupils. It seems like the seriousness of the situation that Shelly finds herself in has finally sunk in. Maybe she now realizes that there was no way she was going to walk out of this building alive and therefore is starting to tell her the truth now that she knows what she stands to lose.
Part of me, after everything that I've been through, still wanted to believe that people can be good but lose themselves in the grayness of life, wanted to believe that in what could be her lasts moments on Earth, that Shelly genuinely felt remorse for how all of this has turned out. I want to believe that secretly she hates herself for all the blood that she has on her hands. That if she wasn't so deep into Doyle and his organization, that the CEO would do everything that she could to make it right. If not for her own self-preservation or concern for the legacy that she has helped built for her late husband and son-in-law; but for the sake of her daughters not thinking that their mother and soon to be grandmother, wasn't a complete and total monster. For a moment, I wanted to believe that there is something deeply embedded inside of Shelly that was worth saving and maybe working out a deal with to allow her already grieving daughters one parent left in their world.
I almost believed it too, until I looked closer and saw in her eyes that whatever I thought the CEO was feeling right now is bullshit. It's all a performance to get me to go easier on her. She's playing me like she plays everyone else eventually.
Only this time, I won't let her get away with it.
I close my eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling a throbbing and piercing, rapidly shooting through my skull like a bolt of lightning shooting through a tree, causing me to abruptly turn away from the CEO for a moment. I place my hands on my temples, in a vain attempt to stop the pain. These migraines have been happening more frequently since my return to DC and they're only getting worse as the days go on. This one slows me down for a moment, making me briefly forget where I am and what I am supposed to be doing. As I open my eyes, the low light hurts them for a moment. I take another moment to gather myself before I face Shelly again.
I gaze deeply back at Shelly's curious gaze through my slightly blurred vision and that is when I see it. The beginnings of a smirk play across the left corner Shelly's lips. The CEO thinks that she has the advantage now that she has shown her a little fear. She thinks that I am going to back off a little now that she has shown some submission and feigned remorse.
Shelly thinks that what I want is to dominate her. Shelly believes that once she has drummed up some sympathy for herself, then she must believe that she'll eventually be able to talk Emily out of doing what she is doing.
I forcefully drop the CEO's chin from my hands and storm over to the desktop. I enter the password for the computer into the home screen and watch the computer silently roar to life. I pull up a small black screen and maximize the screen. I click through some of the items from the flash drive folder and an image appears.
I turn my head and look at her over my shoulder. "I have to say McKinney, you almost had me there. For a second, I actually thought about not killing you."
The CEO looks back at me surprised. I've back her up into a corner of a false sense of security. She's exactly where I want her. Time to go in for the kill. "It's a good thing I saw your manipulation from a mile away."
I move far away enough from the desktop, just enough for the CEO to see the screen. Shelly stares at me for a second before she looks at the screen. Her eyes squint curiously for a moment before they widen. If Shelly were a cartoon character, this is the moment her eyes would have fallen out of her head. I find myself smirking in satisfaction.
On the display, a tall, lanky young man stands in front of Shelly's big mahogany desk between two very large, muscular men. His left leg is bounces every two or three seconds, despite the fact that the desk cuts off the rest of his legs. The young man has his head down, causing his shoulder length, flappy brown hair to cover a majority of his face.
"You may be able to bend and manipulate people to your will Shelly." My gravelly voice tells her ominously. "But you can't manipulate the truth."
The camera zooms out and a woman appears in the frame on the other side of the desk. She sees the CEO begin to shake in her chair in terror as her face comes clearly into view.
Shelly's mouth widens and her pale face becomes paler as she watches herself place a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder.
"I want to believe that you'll do the right thing Shelly. I really do." I mock her shamelessly, hoping that this will be the thing to shake her to her core.
I watch her watch herself help the shaken young man up and out of his chair as his face come into view. His hair moves out of his face for a moment with his shiner coming into view. Shelly leads him out of her office with two big men, who look to be security, flanking her sides.
I click on the fast forward button, watching as Shelly's skin becomes whiter and whiter as the tape fast forwards them from down the hallway all the way up until the young man, Shelly and her body guards get to the docks.
A third man, who couldn't have been more than six feet five inches, comes into view, causing Shelly to step out of view of the camera and we watch as her two goons grab this young man by each of his arms. The third man then begins punching the young man relentlessly in the stomach as he helplessly flails his legs and tries to get out of the guards' grips to no avail.
The third man takes out what looks to be, a silver set of brass knuckles, and punches the young man in the gut. He then punches the poor boy in the solar plexus hard, causing the young man's nose to bust open. The third man continues to beat the young man's face until it was almost unrecognizable.
I watch menacingly as the CEO looks like she is going hurl as she watches herself step back into view and grab the young man's face.
I turn the volume up as far as it will go and wait for the kill.
"Tommy dear, did you really think I wasn't going to find out what yer doing?" Shelly says in more menacingly than maternal tone that she was going for. "Working with that skin flint McDermott behind my back?"
The young man, whose eyes had already swollen shut, sputters vulnerably. "I'm sorry ma'am, I was only try to bring a little extra home for my new baby. He offered me good money- "
"And I would have offered ya more if you asked." Shelly tells him coldly. "Now ya won't even get to see your baby grow up."
Shelly let's go of the young man's face and turns her back on him.
"Please Shelly." The young man begs in a high pitch voice and tears begin to roll down his face as Shelly begins to stroll away. "I promise ya I won't tell a soul about what I was doin with McDermott or what's happenin tonight if ya just let me go home to ma wife and baby. They need me."
Shelly turns back around and gives the young man a look that would seal his fate.
"Ya should of thought about yer wife and baby while you were sellin' ma family's secrets." Shelly abruptly turns away from him and walks away.
"Clean up the mess when yer are done her, will ya boys."
I force Shelly to watch the young man on the tapes last ten minutes. Every scream, every howl in pain, every plea from the young man for his mother, for his wife, and for his daughter. We watch the young man take his last breath as the three goons wrap his body in a blue tarp and carelessly push his body into the sea below.
The three goons joke about the young man's stamina and how one of McDermott's men put up more of a fight than he did. We watch as two of the lackeys' hose down the docks, while the executioner took off with the murder weapon.
Two minutes later the tape mercifully fades to black.
"Like I said Shelly, I would have loved to believe you." I jest with her humorlessly. "But you're a heartless bitch who wouldn't know what the right thing was even if it bit you in the ass."
I close out the file and get to work on pulling up what I really want the CEO to see."
"Just ask Tommy O'Leary." I deadpan, leaving her alone for the moment while I work. "Oh right, we can't because he's dead."
A/N:
To my dear readers:
Let me start out with an apology for taking nearly a year to update this story. Life and writer's block for the most part got in the way. As well as drafting outlines for some original pieces that I am working on. Unfortunately, it took me a lot longer to publish this chapter than it did my previous chapters. I promise to make it up to you guys with another chapter real soon, since I already have a few pages of the next installment written. I am also going to get you guys a one shot, set in this story's universe, done for you guys really soon. I also have another CM story up my sleeve, starring the new Unit Chief Prentiss (which I still can't believe is something that is happily happening in canon!)
Initially, I wanted this chapter to be longer, but I found myself working a lot faster when I broke their night down into about four chapters.
Right now, I'm churning out the next installment to this story will pick up right where this chapter left off, in which we learn a lot more about Shelly and the things that she has done. Also more Garcia-Reid-Morgan-JJ as well as a special appearance by a certain professor. Also, what is going on with Emily? Is she as stable as we are used to seeing her, considering all of the stress she has been under?
Anyway, thank you guys again so much for being so patient with me and my terrible updating schedule. I promise that now that my schedule has lighten up a bit that I will be updating this story more frequently and you won't have to wait another year for an update. The only reason I continue this story is for all of you and I hope that this little bit was worth the wait.
Reviews and criticism is all greatly appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy the update!
With love,
The Geek in Pink
P.S.: How would you guys feel about, say a hypothetical Buffy the vampire slayer verse criminal minds story? Drop me a line if that is something you might be interested in.
