#Snapshot Saturday – Idyllic – . | Rating: K+ | Genre: Crime
Emily huffed quietly as they climbed the small grass covered mountain. She hoped none of the local PD heard her. They already thought they were far superior to some "soft handed paper-pushers", she did not want them to think they were out of shape. Which she wasn't by the way. It was icy cod with a wind whistling through the hills which cut right through you.
"There better be so much evidence here," she muttered to a snickering JJ.
Hotch had seen the dark looks she was sending at the ignoramuses they had to work with and thought it was in good judgement to use JJ as a buffer.
It seemed to be working, even if Emily suspected they thought her friend was some sort of barbie.
The two officers that were accompanying them had thankfully strode ahead when they realised that Emily was not going to engage them in conversation. It would stop her maiming them before they got off the hills. She hoped Hotch appreciated her self-control.
"Nearly there," called back the large one.
"If you can keep up," she heard muttered from the other, a sycophant if she ever saw one.
Narrowing her eyes, Emily picked up her pace, JJ matching her stride for stride, and managed to terrify the large one as she loomed behind them. She took an unprofessional degree of satisfaction from that.
JJ glanced around as Emily contemplated how she could make that purple vein of his jump more.
"It's so beautiful up here," JJ said longingly, looking across the expanse of green. They had only seen rocks as they went further up.
Emily agreed with her as she turned around. It was always beautiful places that were marred by an unsub's behaviour, spoiling the view. They had arrived at the apparently only piece of flat land on the mountain. The emerald green grasses contrasted nicely with the pale blue sky, seeming to roll on endlessly into the stone. The mountain rose up, proudly reaching into the sky. Nestled between was a worn, blue cabin. Not dilapidated, like in so many of their cases, but well loved. The paint had been faded by decades on these hills, wind licking around it.
If she looked close enough, Emily could see layers of slightly differing blue across the somewhat warped planks. Moss grew on the roof, begging to be scraped off.
"That was his." the large guy interrupted their thoughts, pointing at that very cabin, "here's wall of photos and the missing farm machinery in there."
Resisting the urge to glare at him, Emily nodded and slipped a more professional mask on. They could never afford to drink in their surroundings like she longed to do up here.
She strode resolutely forward, JJ on her heels. Time to bring some closure to grieving families
