AN: This chapter is creepy as hell. This is a trigger warning, they interrogate one of the brothers.
"Stay over here," Jim said as she, Spock, and Robert Tomlinson pulled on their vests and jackets.
"If she's hurt…" Leonard started.
"I'll call you over as soon as it's clear, Bonesy. Stay on comms," she told him before handing him an earpiece and her tablet then heading out the back door. Sulu, Hendorff and Stiles were outside waiting for them.
"When did you guys call for back up?" the southerner asked as he situated the small device in his ear.
"When Garth appeared on the internal cameras," Spock said as he jogged past him to join up with Jim. Leonard watched as the group carefully and quietly made their way to the Grayson/Uhura house. Using the tablet that Jim left with him, he watched as they split into two teams. Jim, Sulu and Stiles took the back while Spock, Hendorff and Tomlinson took the front.
"Bones, where are they?" Jim asked quietly.
"They have her in the kitchen. She's fighting," he answered, watching as the Nero brothers tried -and failed- to get Nyota to comply with them. The teacher hit Garth in the head with a vase and kicked Finney in the shin. Jim was right, that woman was a lot tougher than she looked. Every time they thought they had her, she hit one of them. "Remind me never to piss her off."
"Told you," Sulu chuckled over the comms.
"Two," Jim said, "we go on your mark."
"In three, two, one, go," Spock said, using his key on the front door. His team went through the entryway just as Jim used another key one back door and went through with Sulu right next to her.
"Sheriff's Department," Jim called out. Garth turned to look at her, Finney grabbed Nyota and held the knife to her throat. "Drop it or I drop you."
"I got the shot," Sulu whispered.
"Ben, stand down," Jim ordered again. The man glared at her. Leonard couldn't tell what he was doing until he saw the blood trickle down Nyota's neck. "Hikaru," Jim gave Sulu a nod and he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Finney right between the eyes. Tomlinson caught Ny before she could hit the floor with Finney while Spock kicked the weapon away from the dead man.
"I got her, Boss," Robert said, Nyota holding on to his shoulder.
"Kelvin, I need you to put your hands on the back of your head," Jim ordered. Garth did what Jim asked, Spock moved in behind the murderer and cuffed him. "Ny, you okay?"
"I'm fine. He hit like a girl," Joanna's teacher quipped as Jim checked her over.
"I know," Jim chuckled. "Take him to the station. Bones, we're clear if you wanna do all kinds of doctor-type stuff."
"Be there in a jiff, darlin'."
"What are you…?" Garth started but Jim put up her hand to stop him from talking and went back to reading the file in front of her. Spock and Leonard didn't say anything, they both knew she had something up her sleeve, even if they didn't know what it was. Jim told them to play along with her, so that's what they were going to do.
"This is impressive work, I gotta tell you. Your brother was a genius," Jim smiled. "To subdue these women wasn't difficult but the time it took to rape them. To kill them. To stab them," she sighed, "it's inspired work. He's gonna be famous. Benjamin Finney will be listed with Dahmer and Bundy and BTK."
Garth tried to look at the pictures Jim had in her hands but she didn't let him. The man looked at her, "It wasn't just him."
"What was that?" she asked.
"It wasn't just him. I did the hard stuff," Garth said. She was appealing to his narcissism. It was the best way to get a psychopath to talk; be impressed by them. Appeal to their self-esteem, their intelligence, wit and skill at pulling off the crime.
"Perhaps it would be wise to retain council before you continue. We would be remiss in our duties if we did not notify you of that right," Spock said from his spot near the door. There was a camera pointed at Garth and Leonard half-expected him to ask for a lawyer already but he knew that it was unlikely. Psychopath's think they're smarter than everyone else. Leonard heard the refusal before it came out of the man's mouth.
"It's fine, I don't need some idiot to come in here and tell me what to say," Garth told them.
"We're just doing our jobs but if you're sure, we can talk without a lawyer," Jim said, biting her lower lip and batting her eyelashes.
"I'm sure," Garth smiled as he leered at her. Leonard didn't let it show, but he was just a tad unnerved at the looks Garth kept giving Jim. He had to remind himself that she's playing this guy, who happens to have a thing for blonde, blue-eyed women.
"So, why don't you tell us what happened and what it felt like?" Leonard asked. Jim had to swear him in as a special deputy -for the investigation only- so he could help them talk to this guy. As one of the only people in town with real psychiatric training, he couldn't actually blame her for wanting to have that advantage. "I mean, I'm not like them, I'm a doctor most of the time. There's this rush you get when someone's life is in your hands. Is it like that for you?"
"Yes. That first one… I remember her eyes. Just like your eyes," Garth looked at Jim. "She squirmed a lot but, man, it felt so good on my cock when she moved like that. When Ben fucked her, she just watched me. I think she liked me more than him. It's why he cut her, he couldn't get off in her."
"You mean her?" Jim asked, putting a picture of Janet on the table.
"Yea. You look like her," Garth ran a finger along the picture. "You were family or something like that, right?"
"She was my dad's cousin. Some people thought she was my big sister, we're so much alike," Jim lied with a smile.
"I bet you'd feel just as good," Garth smirked. "I almost found out. We were interrupted." Garth looked at Leonard. "Tell me, what's she feel like? That was you at her house, you must know. How does the good sheriff feel when you're buried deep?"
"Honestly," Leonard sighed, "I've had better. She doesn't fight me as much as she did with you. I'll admit to being a little disappointed." Other than a slight clinch of her jaw, Jim didn't appear to be affected by the lie. "Tell me about Beth."
"The one with the short hair?" Garth smiled and Leonard nodded. "Bent that one over her desk. Something about fucking the life out of her in the school that just…" he shuddered. "I've never been so hard in my life. She cried so pretty for us. Especially when we fucked her at the same time. I can still feel that one when I think about it. Can I see her?" Jim placed Beth's picture on the table. "Hmm. I wish I had more time with her but Ben made me leave her."
"And Marla?" Spock asked.
"She was okay. I didn't fuck her, that one was all Benny. He wanted you, Sheriff Sexy, when the old dude showed up, Benny made me get rid of him. Heard he made it," Garth shrugged. "Tough son of a bitch."
"He is that," Jim said. "Why did Ben want me?"
"Well, he said you would be trouble. You gave me a good fight and he wanted your mother, you were in the way."
"What about you?" Leonard asked. "What did you want?"
"To make my brother happy," Garth said. "Our father didn't do a very good job of taking care of him."
"So, you took it as your job, to take care of Ben?" Jim asked. Garth nodded. "When did you know that you had this thing in common?"
"When he went to his prom. That sweet little thing he had as his date…" Garth licked his lips. "Mom and Toby weren't home, I listened while he fucked her. She started screaming and ran out. We sat and talked for hours about the best way to get a girl to do what we wanted. I got us hookers and showed him how. Fucked 'em good too. Like that last one. Let me see her."
"Why?" Spock asked. Garth just glared at him as Jim put Marla and Helen's pictures on the table.
"What happened with Helen? The pattern changed," Jim said.
"Her neighbor knocked on the door and she started making so much noise. Ben was fucking her and she started bucking and fighting, we had to kill her sooner than we wanted to. Funny thing is, all that blood made me hard again. I jacked off with her blood all over my hand, I came so fucking hard."
"Wow," Jim breathed. "I think that's all we need."
"So, you think I'll be famous like BTK?" Garth asked with a smile.
"I have no idea," Jim glared. "Don't care either." She grabbed the pictures and got up. "McCoy, Grayson." Jim left the room and the two men followed her into the hallway. As soon as the door closed Jim leaned against the wall. "I can't… I can't breathe."
"Relax, darlin'," Leonard said, his hand on her face. "Deep breath in, deep breath out." She nodded and tried to get air into her lungs. "Better?"
"Yea," she whispered.
"You know I didn't mean what I said in there," he told her.
"I know. It's not that. It's the way he looked at me," Jim said before she took another deep breath and stood to her full height. "Spock, find a deep, dark hole and put him in it."
The tall man nodded, "Understood, Sheriff."