AN: This is my first Profiler-fic, but I guess not the last one. I have quite a lot of ideas. I hope you will like it, however there might be some fault, because I haven't seen all the episodes. This takes place somewhere at the beginning of season three, but it isn't really important.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own anything, only the plot.
Chapter I.
It was another case in another town and to tell the truth, Sam Walters was absolutely fed up. She wanted to be at home with her little daughter away from murders and dead people. However knowing Bailey it wasn't likely to happen too soon.
They were after an ex-soldier, namely Frank Delany. He has killed six men so far, with precise shots in the head. Delany started his murderous spree after he was kicked out of the army because of his psychological instability. The VCTF team could identify him as their main subject only yesterday, but when they wanted to arrest him a few hours ago, he escaped.
Now the members of the team gathered in the café of their hotel. Sam tried to enjoy the few minutes of free time they had, drinking a strong coffee. Bailey was talking on his phone, surely with the local police who tried to detect Delany. Nathan was sitting at the opposite side of the room with closed eyes – he could use every single minute for sleeping and after that he was fresh as if he were sleeping a full night. John sat at the neighbour table working on a report. It was quite a hopeless try because the table was too short and the chair too uncomfortable. But he still seemed determined to finish it. It must be about the failed raid that morning, when Delany escaped. It wasn't John's fault, rather the local police, but that doesn't change his attitude towards it: he was angry and disappointed with himself.
In the last almost-two-years Sam got to know his colleagues (of course Bailey she had known before, but the others) but John was still a mystery for her. When they first met, she quickly formed an opinion: an arrogant, hot-headed macho. But after a while she found that this wasn't true – yes sometimes he behaved himself like the tough cop, but he had a lot of values. First of all he was a good cop, secondly he was a loyal friend, he had a good sense of humour and he was definitely charming. Sam could imagine that women were mad about him, even if she could never have such feelings towards him. Not to mention that he was too young to her. Sam usually could characterize people well and quickly – this was her job after all. But with John she had a feeling that there was more than they could see. As if that carefree and funny face were only a mask. There were times when John became quiet and reserved, closed in – especially when the others were talking about family. Sam recognized after a while that however they talked a lot, she knew almost nothing about John Grant.
Her eyes wondered over to Bailey who was gesticulating intensely during his phone-call, as always. She smiled to herself: this was one thing he liked in the man who she started to think about as her best friend. He was passionate about everything and especially about work. He must be like this in his love-life as well. Why am I thinking such things?
In that moment Bailey finished speaking and with long strides walked back to the others.
"They found him" he announced.
John put down the pen, Nathan immediately open his eyes, and Sam asked:
"Where?"
"In a tunnel of the Underground. It isn't used at the moment, and a police officer saw somebody go under, he found it suspicious and went after him. Since that they lost contact with the sergeant but fortunately he reported his position before he went down. I told them to wait for us."
As their boss was explaining the situation they were already walking out of the building and to their car.
"They closed the area, there's no way he can disappear this time."
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In twenty minutes they were on location. The locals were already there but after the morning-fiasco Bailey insisted on taking over the hunt. In a moment he was already covering over the map of the tunnel-system. John was collecting some supply like bullet-proof vents, torches and walkie-talkies.
"There are only two exits. This one and one at the western end of the tunnel" started Bailey his briefing. We will go down here, the locals take the other end. They close it down and a troop goes under. The tunnel branches off but meets again after three kilometres. John you will take the left side with Lieutenant Hitchcock, Nathan and me take the right side."
"What about me?" asked Sam suddenly. She didn't know what obsessed her asking this. She didn't use to take part in actions like this. Her job was profiling after all. But to tell the truth she had been fed up with her role for a while and today she felt even more the need to really do something.
"What about you?" echoed Bailey with surprise.
"I'm a trained FBI agent. I've just went through the yearly tests." And that was true, she passed all the tests and with not bad result. She was as suitable for the task as the lieutenant.
Nathan and John changed confused glances and looked from her to Bailey and back. They were staring each-other down and she decided that she would be more stubborn this time than Bailey. It wasn't an easy task but she wasn't an easy woman either.
After a few minutes Bailey sighed.
"Can we talk in private for a moment?" he asked and started to walk away. Sam followed him without hesitation. They sopped a fey metres away.
"Do you mean this seriously?" Malone asked. "Absolutely."
"This isn't your job, Sam."
"Why not? I'm an equal member of the VCTF team, aren't I?"
"Of course you are, but..."
"Then what are we arguing about? We don't have time for this."
"You are right, we don't have time for this." He shrugged, but he didn't looked convinced. "You go with John then but be careful and let him lead."
"Of course." She answered obediently.
They quickly walked back to the others.
"Sorry Lt. Hitchkock. Agent Waters will come. Sam is with you John. Watch out because there are a lot of assembly-shafts and storing rooms where he can hide."
In a few minutes they were standing at the entrance and Sam was thinking about whether she had gone mad. This really wasn't her job but she would be damn if she showed any weakness. She could handle a situation like this, she has been after serial-killers her whole carrier.
The tunnel was dark, very dark. She felt the adrenaline boil in her blood- vessels. All right Walters, your choice!
She followed Nathan in. John and Bailey were already standing inside.
"We try to stay in contact but the system might not work down under. Be careful!" Malone told in farewell and the two agents vanished in the right side. John waved her and they started they way. ----------------------
After a few metres Sam started to relax, it was maybe because John looked so confident. There were pipes and wires running on the walls and on the ceiling, and it wasn't that dark – there were some light spots on the wall and John had a torch as well.
They didn't talk of course, because they didn't want to alert their suspect. Time to time John whispered in his radio, but except that they walked in absolute silence.
And then suddenly there was a deep and loud roaring. Sam thought it sounded as if a train were riding under them, but it couldn't be... and then the world exploded around them...
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Disclaimer: Of course I don't own anything, only the plot.
Chapter I.
It was another case in another town and to tell the truth, Sam Walters was absolutely fed up. She wanted to be at home with her little daughter away from murders and dead people. However knowing Bailey it wasn't likely to happen too soon.
They were after an ex-soldier, namely Frank Delany. He has killed six men so far, with precise shots in the head. Delany started his murderous spree after he was kicked out of the army because of his psychological instability. The VCTF team could identify him as their main subject only yesterday, but when they wanted to arrest him a few hours ago, he escaped.
Now the members of the team gathered in the café of their hotel. Sam tried to enjoy the few minutes of free time they had, drinking a strong coffee. Bailey was talking on his phone, surely with the local police who tried to detect Delany. Nathan was sitting at the opposite side of the room with closed eyes – he could use every single minute for sleeping and after that he was fresh as if he were sleeping a full night. John sat at the neighbour table working on a report. It was quite a hopeless try because the table was too short and the chair too uncomfortable. But he still seemed determined to finish it. It must be about the failed raid that morning, when Delany escaped. It wasn't John's fault, rather the local police, but that doesn't change his attitude towards it: he was angry and disappointed with himself.
In the last almost-two-years Sam got to know his colleagues (of course Bailey she had known before, but the others) but John was still a mystery for her. When they first met, she quickly formed an opinion: an arrogant, hot-headed macho. But after a while she found that this wasn't true – yes sometimes he behaved himself like the tough cop, but he had a lot of values. First of all he was a good cop, secondly he was a loyal friend, he had a good sense of humour and he was definitely charming. Sam could imagine that women were mad about him, even if she could never have such feelings towards him. Not to mention that he was too young to her. Sam usually could characterize people well and quickly – this was her job after all. But with John she had a feeling that there was more than they could see. As if that carefree and funny face were only a mask. There were times when John became quiet and reserved, closed in – especially when the others were talking about family. Sam recognized after a while that however they talked a lot, she knew almost nothing about John Grant.
Her eyes wondered over to Bailey who was gesticulating intensely during his phone-call, as always. She smiled to herself: this was one thing he liked in the man who she started to think about as her best friend. He was passionate about everything and especially about work. He must be like this in his love-life as well. Why am I thinking such things?
In that moment Bailey finished speaking and with long strides walked back to the others.
"They found him" he announced.
John put down the pen, Nathan immediately open his eyes, and Sam asked:
"Where?"
"In a tunnel of the Underground. It isn't used at the moment, and a police officer saw somebody go under, he found it suspicious and went after him. Since that they lost contact with the sergeant but fortunately he reported his position before he went down. I told them to wait for us."
As their boss was explaining the situation they were already walking out of the building and to their car.
"They closed the area, there's no way he can disappear this time."
---------------------------
In twenty minutes they were on location. The locals were already there but after the morning-fiasco Bailey insisted on taking over the hunt. In a moment he was already covering over the map of the tunnel-system. John was collecting some supply like bullet-proof vents, torches and walkie-talkies.
"There are only two exits. This one and one at the western end of the tunnel" started Bailey his briefing. We will go down here, the locals take the other end. They close it down and a troop goes under. The tunnel branches off but meets again after three kilometres. John you will take the left side with Lieutenant Hitchcock, Nathan and me take the right side."
"What about me?" asked Sam suddenly. She didn't know what obsessed her asking this. She didn't use to take part in actions like this. Her job was profiling after all. But to tell the truth she had been fed up with her role for a while and today she felt even more the need to really do something.
"What about you?" echoed Bailey with surprise.
"I'm a trained FBI agent. I've just went through the yearly tests." And that was true, she passed all the tests and with not bad result. She was as suitable for the task as the lieutenant.
Nathan and John changed confused glances and looked from her to Bailey and back. They were staring each-other down and she decided that she would be more stubborn this time than Bailey. It wasn't an easy task but she wasn't an easy woman either.
After a few minutes Bailey sighed.
"Can we talk in private for a moment?" he asked and started to walk away. Sam followed him without hesitation. They sopped a fey metres away.
"Do you mean this seriously?" Malone asked. "Absolutely."
"This isn't your job, Sam."
"Why not? I'm an equal member of the VCTF team, aren't I?"
"Of course you are, but..."
"Then what are we arguing about? We don't have time for this."
"You are right, we don't have time for this." He shrugged, but he didn't looked convinced. "You go with John then but be careful and let him lead."
"Of course." She answered obediently.
They quickly walked back to the others.
"Sorry Lt. Hitchkock. Agent Waters will come. Sam is with you John. Watch out because there are a lot of assembly-shafts and storing rooms where he can hide."
In a few minutes they were standing at the entrance and Sam was thinking about whether she had gone mad. This really wasn't her job but she would be damn if she showed any weakness. She could handle a situation like this, she has been after serial-killers her whole carrier.
The tunnel was dark, very dark. She felt the adrenaline boil in her blood- vessels. All right Walters, your choice!
She followed Nathan in. John and Bailey were already standing inside.
"We try to stay in contact but the system might not work down under. Be careful!" Malone told in farewell and the two agents vanished in the right side. John waved her and they started they way. ----------------------
After a few metres Sam started to relax, it was maybe because John looked so confident. There were pipes and wires running on the walls and on the ceiling, and it wasn't that dark – there were some light spots on the wall and John had a torch as well.
They didn't talk of course, because they didn't want to alert their suspect. Time to time John whispered in his radio, but except that they walked in absolute silence.
And then suddenly there was a deep and loud roaring. Sam thought it sounded as if a train were riding under them, but it couldn't be... and then the world exploded around them...
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