Alright-y, second to last one shot done and up. This one is Elle and Rossi shall be coming soon(hopefully today). This one is also short, but I am going to put that down to not having ever written for Elle before. Anyway, let me know how I did with shot number eight,
Shot Eight, Elle
Elle Greenway stood in her kitchen silently. She just got home from Austen, Texas where she had gone to do an interview with a convicted serial killer. She was nearly there when the train stopped, someone had used the train to commit suicide. It was then that Doctor Theodore Bryer had a major psychotic break and held the train hostage. Elle rubbed her wrist, it was bruised and raw from where she had been hand cuffed to the train car's seat, with her own hand cuffs no less.
She shuttered at the memory of Reid coming in and watching him cut into Bryer's arm like it was an everyday occurrence. And then that sweaty little man that had done nothing but pray the whole time whipped out that gun and shot Bryer. She shutters again, that was too close to being Spencer, she thinks. She remembers Gideon rushing in then, wide eyed and panicked. The look of relief that passed over his face when he saw Reid and herself sitting there unharmed.
Elle shakes herself from her memories and begins to go about making herself some dinner.
Twenty minutes later she found herself sitting on a bar stool munching on celery and flipping through a case file while waiting for get dinner to be done. She sat reading about a case involving a series of rapes in Baltimore when a knock on her door caught her attention.
Getting up from her seat, Elle walked over to her door and pulled it open. Glancing around, she saw no one. Her hand automatically went to her side arm, pulling the gun out, she cautiously made her way out. Her gun held in front of her she did a loop around the building checking for people, but found no one.
She slipped her gun into its holster and made her way back to her door. She was still twenty feet away when she spotted a toddler on her front step crawling towards the edge. Racing forwards, Elle scooped up the child and rested it on her hip. She looked over the child and decided that it must be a boy, his hair was cropped short and he was wearing a blue shirt with what seemed to be a smiling dump truck on it.
Elle took the child inside and turned off her oven, dinner can wait. She scooped up the phone from the counter and hit speed dial one.
On the second ring the other end picked up. "Gideon."
"Hey Gideon, its me Elle, are you busy?"