Finally, Interlude 2, and the end of part 2!
Yes, I am sooo sorry for not posting this sooner, exams and such. AAAAAHHHH!
Anyways, firstly thank you for reading and reviewing and following this story. I really do appreciate this!
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So, there is another author's note, which will explain why the man's name is as such. Oh yeah! You'll also discover who the man is!
So, enjoy!
Interlude 2
The man quietly sat down by the desk, slowly sipping his cup of coffee, whilst looking up his old colleagues. He felt bad for abandoning them, but yet, he couldn't cope after the loss. After Sarah…. Died.
He remembered the night in the cabin, the night he discarded his name of Jason Gideon.
Jason paced up and down in his cabin, before picking up the gun, and absentmindedly at his head. He toyed with the thought of doing it. Of taking his life.
Eventually, he realised that the idea was stupid. After all, what would his death achieve? It wouldn't help anyone, but it would more likely tear apart his team.
His team.
But, one agent in particular.
Spencer. His protégée, his adopted son. He couldn't do that to him.
But he couldn't stay at the job. Every time he saw a corpse, he saw Sarah. His soul mate, the love of his life. He planned to propose to her that day, before Frank took her life.
He sat down by his table, and discarded his badge and his gun, and with that his name. He then picked up a pen, and took a sheet of paper, and began the letter to Reid, saying goodbye, but in a way, he was ending his life as SSA Jason Gideon.
Who would he become though? The younger Jason didn't know this as he left the cabin, and walked away from everything he knew.
"Sir?" The curator meekly disturbed Jason's thoughts, "There is another, like you. Thawed out of her crystal."
"Bring her in here." Jason lazily replied, and the curator left, before bringing in a tall, dark skinned lady, who slowly walked towards Jason.
"Hello, sir. The curator told me about you, but you never gave him your name." The woman began, "Darlene. Darlene Beckett."
"Jason Gideon." Jason replied, and Darlene's eyes widened.
Darlene muttered, "You worked for the FBI?"
Jason sadly nodded.
"They investigated my case." Darlene replied.
"I'm sorry for the loss of your family member in…" Jason began.
Darlene cut him off, "I was the killer. I murdered two people."
At once Jason froze, reminded a bit of Frank, about the job he left. She was like Frank, a serial killer.
"Focus?" Jason asked coldly.
"Stop some monster like thing on a mountain." Darlene replied.
Jason walked out of the room, and stared at the wall, before a single tear for Sarah fell down his cheek.
"I can't work with her." Jason sighed sadly to himself, "Shame we have the same focus."
"Gideon?" Darlene asked.
"Sorry. You remind me of the man that killed my girlfriend…" Jason began, before continuing, "You remind me of the monsters that used to kill innocent victims… the people that tore so many families apart."
"I am not like them!" Darlene replied.
"Don't want to know." Jason began, before walking out of the museum, and entering the future.
Yay! Unsub-Profiler Dynamics!
Anyways, when I first planned the story, the interludes were never meant to exist, until... well... I call myself a scribe really, as the storys write themselves. Gideon's story came to me, and I decided to include this in the story. That is why the man is Gideon.
