Halloween Party (Part Uno)

(Author's Note: I don't know why that's in Spanish…)

Several months passed without anything of interest happening. We went on more cases, but after one or two, I realized this job followed a sort of routine. One I was quite used to following form the days I had spent as Eraldo Coil and Deneuve. The BAU would get a call, JJ would answer it, then we'd go find the killer.

During that time, I started to go out with JJ, Garcia, and Reid quite often. We'd normally just walk around D.C., but sometimes we'd drag Reid into a store and make him buy us things. JJ said he lived in this shabby little apartment with a cat he named Einstein. JJ lived in a nice house in a quite neighborhood, and Garcia lived in a high-end apartment in central D.C. Reid had the money; he just didn't see the point in a nice house. So, he bought us clothes and shoes.

I'd gotten a new house myself. Mello and the others finalized their decision to crash at my apartment. I came home from work everyday to see Matt eating everything and Mello sleeping. Near always retreated to my bedroom and built elaborate towers made from those little card teepees. More often then not, I fell asleep with half my room still dominated by a thin cardboard fortress.

After a few weeks, I'd had enough. I bought a bigger house farther from D.C. This place had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The Near and I both got our own rooms, and Mello and Matt shared the last one. Those two also shared on of the bathrooms. Near and I shared the other.

Not long after I'd finished moving, I came home and was greeted by two very large dogs. Mello decided we needed a dog to watch our house while we were away, so he got a blonde German Shepherd, named Michael, and a black Rottweiler, named Mitch. Near didn't want to be left out, so he bought a little white kitten that he named Nicole. Near also didn't want me to be left out, so Mello bought me a lobster. So I kicked his ass, and then named the lobster Aminara. (See Note at bottom)

By now, it was the end of October, and Morgan announced he was throwing a Halloween party. He invited every member of the team, even me. We hadn't talked much outside of the job, but after about a month, he seemed to start to soften towards me. He definitely didn't trust me yet, but then again, he seemed like the kind of guy who didn't trust anyone. So of course, I went to the party. It took me forever to find a decent costume, though.

"No, Mello, that idea's stupid," I snapped. He suggested I dress up in a clown costume he'd found. Clowns scare me. He started laughing and put the costume back on the rack. Near and Matt came around an aisle with three of their own choices. Among them were a black cat, a seductive devil, and an old witch. I shot them all down.

It's not that I didn't like the costumes, they were just far too common. They did give me a great idea, however. I took the three costumes they pick and bought each one. Matt asked what I was doing, but I told him it was a secret.

We left the Party City store and walked back to the my new house. I opened the door, and Mello's dog Michael lunged for me. I sidestepped the dog expectantly, so he crashed into Mello instead. "Dammit, Kai!" he shouted at me, after he finally managed to get the enormous animal off of himself. "Stop calling me that," was my only response. Instead of asking if he was alright, I went over to my lobster and dropped a few freeze-dried shrimp in his oversized tank. Mitch was sleeping in the kitchen wear a ray of sunlight was warming the ground, and Nicole was sleeping on my pillow, not Near's, my pillow. Stupid cat.

I ignored both mammals and instead headed to the basement. Down there I had more art supplies than you could possible imagine. When I lived in Whammy's House, I'd been encouraged to draw and paint, instead of the more obvious option of following L, B, and Mello, who had all joined up with a local gang. Unfortunately, I still joined, and I drug Matt with me.

I did, however, gain an intense love of art because of Roger's efforts, music too. Mello, Matt, Near, and I even formed our own band. But we had to disband not long after because Roger thought we'd just ruin our lives if we became famous. Oh well.

So now I have a basement full of all sorts of drawing and paintings. Mello's been insisting on putting a recording suite down here too. I told him he had to pay for it, though, so that'll take a while. In the mean time, I had a costume to make. I took the horns and dress from the devil costume, the gloves and bodysuit of the cat costume, and the cape that came with the witch costume. The witch costume also came with a makeup kit that would be perfect.

I draped the cat costume over the devil one and cut the cat's to it was the same shape as the devil's. Then I sewed the cut costume so it would fit better on me. All three costumes had been smalls, but they were still far too big for me. The witch costume came with some nice boots, but the devil's shoes had black wings on them, so I ripped them of and stuck them to the boots. I also cut the sleeves of the witch's dress off because they fit tight across the upper arm, but billowed out and at the end. I sewed in a draws string to the top of the sleeves so I could tighten them around my thin arms. The cat gloves weren't very furry or cat like, but they were fingerless, so I kept them the way they came. I kept the witch's cape the same too. It was black, but had navy blue swirls throughout it, which I thought was perfect. The witch makeup kit consisted of a large amount of bright green paint and smaller portions of colors like blue and pink. I used the green as lipstick and eye shadow, and added red around the corners of my eyes like it was eye liner. I also lined my lips with the blue.

After I had put everything together, I looked in the mirror to see how I'd done. The dress I'd made was very low-cut, it barely covered my chest, and the skirt of the dress was extremely short. Perfect, I thought. The witch's boots came up to just below my knees, so I decided against any form of stockings. The sleeves I'd made looked amazing. They fit perfectly to my upper arm, but at the elbow they loosened and ended far below my hands. The gloves added just the right touch. I looked at my hair, then, and hated it. This looked just couldn't pass if my hair was long. So I decided to get it cut. I donated most of it, which was almost two feet, so now my hair was only about two inches long and naturally spiked out. This was exactly what I'd wanted.

While I was gone, Mello had spray painted the devil's horns black, which made them an even better fit. I'd also picked up a cheep black little tiara while I was out, and with my new hair cut and the black horns, my Demon Queen costume kicked some serious ass. Mello, Matt, and Near approved, so I headed off for Morgan's party.

(Author's Note: The lobster idea was due to me buying a lobster instead of a goldfish in The Sims 3. I was half asleep at the time, so I didn't noticed I'd bought a lobster until I got home and put it in the fish bowl…And I'm way to lazy to go back to swap the lobster for a fish, so 'hello!' Aminara. The other pets I came up with while I was playing Sims 2 Pets. My sister decided to play my game and bought two cats and a dog, but she gave them stupid names. SO! I changed them, then made a character that looked as close to L as I could make him.)

As I had expected, Morgan had more than one house. He had an apartment not far from the office that he usually stayed in. He also had a second house that was much bigger and nicer. I was one of the first to arrive, so his giant foyer only had a few people in it. I didn't know any of them, so I wandered around until I found Morgan.

He was standing by a bar and handing out drinks to a group of women I've never seen before. Each girl was wearing the same overly gaudy, flashy dress, but each dress was a different color. The drinks Morgan was giving the girls matched their dresses in color, and each had a dainty little umbrella. The drinks themselves looked like martinis, but they also looked like the kind of drink that couldn't get a toddler drunk. I prefer beer and whiskey, but that's just me.

When Morgan saw me walking in he looked confused at first, but then he seemed to recognize me and he waved. The three girls scoffed and walked away. "Don't worry about those bitches," I said to Morgan's look as they walked away. He laughed and turned his attention back to me.

"What happened? You lose a fight with scissors?" he asked and flipped a lock of my spiked hair.

"You like?" I asked and smiled deviously. He laughed again and took the liberty of pouring me some Jack Daniels. "Funny, most guys would get me some fruity-ass martini," I commented.

"I'm not most guys," Morgan responded. I gave a short laugh and gulped the whiskey. "So what are you supposed to be?"

"I'm the Queen of Demons," I said. Morgan looked amused and said the costume was fitting. I asked him what he was, and he told me to figure it out. He was wearing a fake goatee and a black suit. He was also wearing a wig that looked like the kind of hear a Mafia boss would have. It was salt-and-pepper and slicked back. He also wore a large gold chain around his neck. "The Godfather?" I tried.

Morgan looked shocked for a moment, then started laughing. "Is it rude to think you've never seen The Godfather?" I asked him to explained, and he responded, "I always thought Mafia flicks were and American thing."

"Hey, I've spent plenty of time in America," I said, "Besides, you can learn a lot from a movie like that." I might have said more, but then I saw Reid walk in and I ran to show him my costume. He was wearing a large, white wig and a ratty old suit. I asked him who he was, and he said he was Einstein. "Oh!" I said, "I get it now."

"Really?" he asked tentatively, then he continued, "Are you supposed to be… some kind of demon?" I smiled, laughed, and turned back to Morgan, "See? He gets it!" I yelled. The Godfather just shook his head, and Einstein looked confused. "Ignore him," I told Reid. I pulled him towards the drink bar and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Morgan had decorated his house to look like a ballroom. Small tables were scattered behind a grand staircase that was blocked off by the bar. I pulled Reid to one of the tables in the very back. He just went along with it. I poured us each a glass of wine, and we spent the next half hour or so just talking about random things. I explained how I made my outfit, and Reid explained how he found his. He found an old tuxedo and wig in a local thrift store.

"Oh Reid…" I muttered. By then the rest of the team had arrived, so we took the half-full (optimism) bottle of wine back to the bar and joined the others. Penelope was wearing an outfit similar to mine, only hers had every color you could think of. And instead of having wings on here boots, they were on her back. She was a faerie queen. JJ was wearing an elegant, white ball gown with long white gloves. The gown and gloves were covered in red splotches, and she was wearing a red mask. She tried to turn The Masque of the Red Death into a masquerade dress. I thought it was brilliant, which sounded especially British because of my accent.

Hotch came in wearing layers of old clothes. He said he wanted to go as a hobo because his pregnant wife Haley was wearing what looked like something the queen of England would have worn two hundred years ago. The hobo look was meant to make her look insanely beautiful and majestic in comparison. And it worked, too.

Even Gideon showed up in costume. He was dressed as a WWII fighter pilot. Something told me I'd have more than a few WWII jokes to deal with before the night was over. A few more people showed up that I didn't know, and after they did Morgan announced the party had officially started.