This is who we are.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, Higher Ground, the quotes etc. if I do own anything I'll let you know…
Spoilers: none.
AN/ wow. Thanks to everyone who read and especially to those who reviewed. Last chapter was the most reviews I got so far I think, so HUGE thank you to everyone.
Ghostwriter- thanks again for reviewing.
Bumblebee917- lol. She is so pretty, every time I watch the show mum is like, she is so beautiful. Aww, and thanks. And I do think Shelby could be a profiler.
AscaDuin- I would be angry with you, but the second I read 'and you deserved better' I couldn't possibly be mad at you. Lol. And I spent a while trying to perfect Emily's kind of silent comfort, she's such a mystery. The end was a little pent up anger at her sister from watching the show... such a sad show. Thanks for reviewing again. And it's good to know you're still reading.
Didi2909- oh good, I was a bit worried, hence my statement. Lol.
Anhey20- Shelby totally would be a profiler, but we all know JJ doesn't want to be one. I didn't want her to reveal too much, because I've already written part of a later chapter when much more is revealed and Emily is surprised... and I partially agree with you about the disgusted thing, but I needed a reason for her to stop her confessions. About the S vs. Z thing, I'm from Australia so I'm just used to spelling it with an S, but I'll change them from now on, hopefully. Lol. I'll try my best.
Linda66- thanks so much. I'm glad you're not getting bored with my slow pace, but my details are very important to me. And that's so true about running, she really should know better...
Ros-myers-01- I know, I am being very cruel to her, she will be ok in the end, I hope... lol
DementedLeaf- yeah that makes me feel a bit better, I guess we all have the potential for it in us, like they say in the show, its biology, psychology and environment (or something like that). I was reading a book, 'don't tell mummy' by Toni Maguire, and it was set in the 1940's and they blamed the girl for her father's abuse. True story, so sad.
SSA JoJo- I was definitely having an emotional moment, lol. But after I wrote it I sat there bawling my eyes out... anyway, thanks for reviewing and good luck with the 'tests of doom'. I only have a week and a half until school starts again. How sad for me. lol.
Chapter 14
Jealousy
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of
Blaise Pascal
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He sat on the barstool watching her. He couldn't look away, not even for a moment, he had finally found her, she was only ten feet away from him... but as he sat there debating whether to go talk to her the bartender started talking to him.
"She's a knockout, that one" he said placing a new drink in front of him.
"Yeah" Walt smiled faintly, wanting to hit the creep for talking about Shelby like that.
"And she's an FBI agent, tell me that's not sexy as hell." He added.
"An FBI agent?" Walt questioned. Maybe he could actually learn something about her from this idiot.
"Yep, Special Agent Jennifer Jareau."
Walt was about to reply when he thought about what the guy had actually said, Jennifer Jareau. Had he heard wrong? Her name was Shelby, Shelby Merrick... his Shelby, the little girl he had known since she was eight years old. He looked over at her to make sure he had the right girl. There was no doubt it was her, the blonde hair, blue eyes, the face, it was Shelby. So why was this guy calling her Jennifer. It didn't suit her at all, she was Shelby. He was interrupted by the nosy bartender...
"You alright mate?"
"Fine" he replied rudely. The bartender seemed to understand he wanted to be alone and left without another word.
Walt couldn't believe it; he didn't know her at all anymore. Everyone called her Jennifer, it was a beautiful name, but she would never be anyone but Shelby to him. She was an FBI agent. That surprised him. She had always had a problem with authority, she was always getting in trouble, with her mother, with her teachers, with the law... she was a troublemaker, so why would she join the FBI?
And what was her relationship with Emily Prentiss? That woman never seemed to be far away. Walt felt the jealousy build up inside him. His Shelby had found someone else, a woman. He had to win her back, but how? He had to find a way to take Emily out of the picture, he had to ruin her so Shelby wouldn't want her anymore, so she would be begging for him to take her back.
He frowned in disgust as he watched Emily put her arms around Shelby and comfort her. That was his job, he was meant to the one holding her, stroking her hair, wiping her tears, not Emily. What had she done to make her cry, the bitch. He was going to make her sorry she ever looked at Shelby...
He watched Emily gather their belongings, an arm still around Shelby, and leave the bar. She was still crying slightly. She looked so small and fragile when she cried, it didn't matter how old she was, she always looked ten years old to him when she cried.
He followed them all the way to Shelby's apartment, Emily driving, Shelby asleep in the passenger seat, or so he assumed from her position. It didn't take long to get there; Emily seemed very familiar with the journey.
He pulled up a few spaces away from them in the parking garage and watched them stumble into the elevator before getting out of his car. Her apartment would probably be on the first floor, she had always hated heights. He pressed the button for the elevator and waited.
How was he going to find her apartment? He would be too late to see them walk into her apartment, and she wasn't going to have her name on her door, she was smarter than that. He needed a plan, something... anything.
As he stepped out of the elevator after the short, one floor journey he smiled to himself. There was a woman trying to unlock her door while struggling to hold onto all her groceries. Bingo. Putting on his charming smile he approached her, speaking before he got too close so he didn't alarm her.
"Would you like a hand with your groceries miss?"
She turned and smiled at him gratefully "bless you"
He took most of the bags from her and waited for her to unlock her door, all the time thinking how easily he could take advantage of the situation. She should really be more careful. An attractive young woman, accepting help from a complete stranger and allowing him into her apartment wasn't the smartest thing to do. But he would never take advantage of her, he was a gentleman, and he already had his heart set on someone else.
"Thank you so much" she said as he put the bags down in her kitchen.
"No problem at all" he smiled
"So do you live here?" she asked making conversation as she started unpack the groceries.
"No, I'm just visiting a friend"
"What floor are they on, I might know them"
"This one actually, Jennifer Jareau"
"Oh yes, the blonde, I've seen her round, don't know her too well... but she seems lovely."
"You have no idea" he muttered to himself
"Sorry?" she asked, not hearing what he said, thankfully.
"Nothing" he said, checking his pockets.
"Lost something?" she asked
"Yeah, her address" he said, acting frustrated.
"Oh, she's in 1B, just down the hall" the woman said helpfully.
"Thanks so much, I would look like such an idiot calling her asking which apartment she was in"
"It's the least I can do"
"Well, nice to meet you..."
"Amanda, and you too"
"Walt"
"Walt" she repeated smiling at him.
"Well I better get going" he said excusing himself.
Apartment B, she was so close, finally within his grasp after so many years. Everything had gone right for him, it was meant to be, they were meant to be together...
He slowly walked towards the door marker 1B, this was it, they were finally going to be together. He knocked on the door...
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Sorry it took so long to update, I was a little stuck on this chapter. And I know it's pretty boring and cheesy, but I couldn't come up with anything better and the story needed to be moved along...
Next chapter, (I'm sure you can guess) Emily and JJ get a surprise. 'Finally some action' you're all thinking. Lol. and it should be up much sooner than this one was.