Yep. Here's Part 11. J Goddamn I'm on a roll! Anyways, here's the disclaimer…Profiler don't belong to me, and neither do its characters. On a more sarcastic note, the BOY who was in charge of seeing that The Thrillogy was offed, Mr. Garth Ancier, was fired! What goes around comes around, don't it? Evil grin hee hee hee… Oh yeah…Merry Christmas all!!!
And now on with the show…
The Fragile Pt. 11
Jack's POV
I leave her room and immediately go on a rampage, sending things crashing to the floor. How dare she, HOW DARE SHE DO THIS TO ME! After all the time, after all the effort I've put into building a relationship with her, she still refuses me. I walk into the kitchen of my hideout and sit at the table, scowling into space.
She got you pissed and it worked, JaCk, the thought came unbidden to me. I growl and turn on the news, knowing that for the moment, she had the upper hand.
"But not for long, my dear Samantha," I say to myself, desperately hunting in my pockets for a pack of Marlboro's, "Not for long."
"And our top story for today…The number one person on the FBI's Most Wanted list is still out on the loose. Albert Newquay, wanted for the murders of approximately 30 to 40 people, escaped yesterday from Macon Federal Penitentiary, where he was on Death Row for those murders. As a side note, Section Chief Fiona Garciaparra of the Bureau has called in a profiler from Boston to help in the search…-"
"Really now?" I lean closer, my eyes narrowing at the anchorwoman on CNN. This certainly was news to me…"Who else will be entering my little game?"
"-Dana Green, out of the Boston Field Office has been brought in on what criminologists are now calling the "Crime of the century." Agent Green, a four year veteran, has…" The TV anchor drones on and on as I sit back in my chair. I smile, taking a drag off my cigarette.
"Well Agent Green," I whisper softly, my eyes glued to the screen, "Why should I consider you to even be a challenge? Especially if Fiona's brought you on…" I chuckle. "This will be interesting. A new player has found her way into our game, Samantha…let's see how long she'll last."
The anchorwoman's face was soon replaced by that of a video camera feed, showing two people walking to their car. The taller one must be her, I muse, studying her. She didn't seem to fit the description of the typical FBI agent to me. But I should know more than most the appearances could be deceiving…
"Agent Green! Agent Green! What can you tell us about this case so far?" Dana turned around and smiled at the camera.
"I can't tell you anything about the case so far, considering I just got here. But I can tell you that Albert Newquay has got to be the unluckiest person on the face of this earth right now."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm now assigned to him, and no one's ever gotten away from me. It'll be no different with this one."
I turn off the TV and begin to laugh. She thinks she can take ME? I begin to laugh even harder, tears rolling down my face.
"I'll give you one thing, Dana…you do have a pair of balls on you…but those won't be hardly enough if you wish to face me." I wipe the tears off my face and turn off the television. I've got work to do, and not a lot of time to do it.
Walking over to my chest in the corner, I open it up and grab some things out of it, not bothering to use gloves. They already know who I am. I begin to build my masterpiece, an open gesture of defiance to my archenemy.
"Merry Christmas, Malone," I whisper when I'm done. "Hope you like my little gift. Tell your new mind hunter I said hello, and that I look forward to seeing you both very, very soon. Who knows...maybe I'll have to send her some of my homegrown roses as a gift…