Jane parks her car in yard, walks out of car, closing the doors behind, locks it, and walks to front doors. She tooks key from right pocket of jeans, unlocks front doors, and walks in, closing and locking the doors behind. Owner isn't at home, luckily. Finaly some peace!
She was under hugh stress, waiting there on the road in that hot car, traped, for hours, till police interogation and construction works were finaly over and she was finaly able to drive away.
She sits on couch in living room, droping house keys and car Keys on coffe table in front of it. She rolls up her pants and slowly removes gauze from her leg. Wound doesn't looks that bad anymore, actualy. It hardly even hurts right now.
She knows that she left her DNA there. Well, shit, she didn't have time to clean up. She is lucky enough that nobody saw her. She can only hope that nobody will notice that. There wasn't much blood, luckily.
She walks in kitchen, opens fridge, tooks Cola can from it, closes the fridge, and sits at kitchen table. She opens Cola can and tooks a sip.
Temperance called her, saying her to back off. Why? She has no idea. Maybe remorse or some simmilair bullshit? Whatever. Good thing is that she leted her to keep the money. Of course, she will be happier if Temperance would also give her other part of a money, but better that but nothing. Of course, maybe she will even be able to convince Temperance to give her other part of money. She'll see...
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Mike is standing near facility, eating sandwich with ham, cheese, and green salad.
He isn't hungry, actualy, but he knows he needs something to regain strength.
His parents and Zoey are standing near by, talking with Tracy's family who just drove there few minutes ago.
-They said that she won't be able to comunicate till next day or so-George explains.-So, they probably won't let us see here till then.
-I still can't believe that all that hapened-Brenda comments, still with tears in her eyes.
-I know-Mike's mom says compasionetly, knoding her head.-Thanks God that everything turned up OK.
-I'm sure they'll catch person who did this soon-Zoey assures them.
Brenda knods her head.
Suddenly, big black SUV pulls over, and pasenger's and driver walk out, closing the doors behind.
Hotch, Reid, Emily, J.J., Derek and Rossi.
As she sees them, Brenda and J.J. share a look, and Brenda's mind slowly floaths away in event which hapened more than three months ago...
Brenda is siting at their kitchen table, in kitchen. She is wearing punk T-shirt, blue jeans and white sleepers. She is cryng, holding wet wipe in her shuted right hand. Her head is bend down, and she is looking at the floor.
J.J. slowly walks to her, looking at her compasionately, and sits on chair in front of the kitchen table, near her.
Brenda notices her and briefly glares at her, but soonly moves her look away at the floor.
-Police...-Brenda whispers.-They... They are searching her room. My son is upstairs, in his room... Cryng.. He is scared... Confused... . My husband just came back from work... They are interogating him in living room... They have a search warant. They say... they say that Tracy... Oh my God... That she killed those girls... And that man... And lots of others...-she finishes, before quickly closing her eyes to hold down an upcoming tears and shuting her mouths to avoid leting out a desperate scream.
J.J. gently holds her right hand.
-Look-she says.-I know that this is hard for you, but the truth is...
-No-Brenda manages to gasp, while still cryng with her eyes closed.-No, that's not true! Tracy is a good girl! And she's still a child! She would never do that!
-Look-J.J. says.-Tracy lived through something very traumatic. You know that. I know you couldn't afford her help. She kept that bottled up for long time...While she didn't have you... And she developed those... urges... and when she got you, she was afraid to completly open up to you... because she didn't want you to know what she feels... She was probably afraid that you won't love her anymore... That she wiberbe alone again... and she was tryng to fight against those urges herself, but she couldn't... and then those things with Joann... and she just... lost it... It happens...but she's still your little girl... and she still needs you.
-It's all my fault-Brenda gasps.-I should notice... I should know... I should know...
-Hi-J.J. says.-We're here to help.
P.S. Brenda is Tracy's mom's name.