Here is part 12 folks. Hope y'all enjoy it…but if you don't, that's okay too. Either way, please review. J anyways…I still don't own the magnificent, amazing, stupendous show that is Profiler. Why, you ask? Truth is, I don't know, but NBC owns it as well as Court TV and Saunder/Moses.
Oh BTW, the reason why this is unknown is because it would spoil the ending if I said who it was.
The Fragile Pt. 12
(Unknown POV)
4 PM
I have laughed. I have seethed with fury. I have felt the need to vengeance. I have felt depression settle over me like a winter snowstorm, cutting me off from everyone and everything that I hold dear…and I did that all in one day last week, when I decided to change my life forever.
In my position, I must be careful. The Bureau would have my hide if they knew of the terrible deeds I have done. They cannot know. They cannot find out, Or I'll be sent away to a maximum security prison, complete with sadomachoshistic prisoners and roaches on the floors of cells. Or maybe I'd simply be shot by one of my comrades. For some reason, especially now, that wouldn't surprise me.
I'm pissed now. Too fucking angry to think straight, I reach for my bottle of Asprin and pop two of them in, hoping that they get rid of this goddamn headache I've been having. My thoughts take an abrubt turn to the events that have happened today, and I practically roar with fury, wondering where I went wrong, what I did to have this happen to me.
"Goddamn you…are you fucking stupid?" I yell at myself in the silence of my house. "Do you still feel confident enough about what you have done, you stupid fuck?" feeling my anger reach its breaking point, I hurl the Asprin bottle across the room and watch it shatter the picture frame that it had hit.
"I never meant for this to go this far," I whimper, rocking myself back and forth in my chair. "All I wanted to do was embarrass you, nothing more…but this…I should have seen it coming. He throughly convinced me, and I was foolish enough to take the bait."
Shit, my nose is running. Wiping it with the back of my hand, I grab a tissue and blow before throwing the sodden thing in the trash. I've got to do something to make sure thay don't find out that I'm involved, which they most certainly will if they keep going in the direction they're headed in. Especially since SHE came along…
My eyes narrow, and I desperately want something else to throw. Nothing comes to mind except a mental image of my fist plowing into her face, and I smile, picturing myslef shooting her at point blank range, watching her green eyes widen in shock and pain, then slowly close as Death claims her with his bony grip.
Suddenly I laugh, my voice rising in the darkness. I haven't felt this good in ages.
You'll get what's coming to you, you bitch…you and the rest of your new found friends at the Task Force…