"I would like you all to get on your knees and grovel before my voice now, thank you!" chimed Garcia.
"What do you have, Penelope?" said a strained Hotch. They needed something, anything…
"Well, aren't we serious? Okay, down to business. So I looked into past crimes happening in the area. I mean, the place is teeny-tiny. I've never seen a smaller city! Turns out the crime rate is pretty low. Recently, and when I say recently I mean in the past two months, there have been reports of illegal poaching, including large animals like uber-huge cats and those kinds of meanies."
"That is most likely our guy," murmured Prentiss.
"Yeah probably. The guy's name was Richard Carter and he got off with a large fine and warning. He's 27, big white guy, history of poaching, obviously, petty theft, grand auto theft, and assault. When he was four, his mom died in a car accident along with his two brothers. Lived with his father, who also had a record of poaching. Like father like son, eh?"
"Looks like we have a suspect," said Hotch, turning to Jason. "You want to talk to him? We have no probably means of arrest, but maybe you could get something from him."
"Sure. Morgan and Emily, you can come with me on this one," said Jason, motioning to his team members.
"What should I do?" asked Reid, looking at his boss.
"Find out what these people are hiding. Someone saw something, and no one is talking. Start with those reclusive kids; they are probably the eyes and ears of this town and St. Claire doesn't seem too fond of them, so they are our first stop."
Great, so now Reid really was stuck with the weirdos.
…
"I really don't know what you want us to tell you," said Rex, annoyingly calm in Melissa's opinion. She wanted to punch the little punk in front of her, but once again, Rex was the voice of reason. It was enough to drive anyone insane.
"Listen, I know what it's like to be in your position," said Reid a little awkwardly. "I didn't really get along with the kids in my high school either. However, that also gave me an advantage that they didn't have. I knew what happened in school with everyone, I knew what was going around in town—"
"That's sweet and all, but what if we don't know anything. You're just wasting your time with us," said Dess, crossing her legs and arms.
"We're just making sure. We obviously know you had nothing to do with this, but you definitely know who did, even if you don't know it yourself," said Reid looking at each teen individually. "The man is someone in this town, and you probably know everyone here, right?"
Rex and Melissa looked at each other for a moment, eyebrows raised. Then Rex answered, "Pretty much, yeah."
Reid sighed. "This is not something we usually do, but this isn't a usual case. There is something going on that no one is telling us so…"
Melissa swallowed hard. They would never figure it out, but the last this she wanted was people poking their noses into their business, just in case.
"St. Claire doesn't even know everybody, so we are going to ask for your help."
Melissa shared a surprised expression with Dess and Rex. This wasn't something she was expecting.
"We'll go over the profile with you and our relative suspects, and if you could help us, that would be—really fantastic actually, since we have practically nothing."
Silence, before Dess exclaimed, "Hell, yeah!"
Reid looked taken aback.
"So, we actually get to help you catch this dude?" she said, eyes bright. This would be fun. Looking at midnight through the eyes of daylighters…
"Um, if you could we'd really appreciate it."
"Absolutely, right guys?" said Dess, just realizing she wasn't the only one there.
Rex nodded while Melissa stayed impassive. This wasn't a good idea. She could tell Rex was pissed.
After the doc let them leave for a bit, Melissa turned on Dess, furious.
"What was that teeny brain of yours thinking?" she cried out in a silent whisper. "We are going to help the daylighters get involved in midnight?"
"What! It solves both our problems. They'll find their bad dude, and we'll keep the Darklings from getting stronger. Everybody wins!" said Dess, argumentative.
"But what if science can't explain it? What if they realize something- odd- was involved? This isn't a case, Desdemona. They could figure us out," said Melissa, seething.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure they're expecting the truth right now. The whole sci-fy thing going on, for sure. Geez, Melissa, things like this don't happen in their world. Relax for five seconds of your pathetic life. They'll find something to fit with their scientific description of how those men died," glared Dess, seething at the use of her name.
"Melissa," chimed in Rex, placing a hand on her shoulder before she roughly shoved it off. "As much as I agree, we shouldn't have become a part of this voluntarily, Dess is right in the fact that they won't figure us out. No one can."
Melissa just sighed, grumbled and stalked off, followed shortly after by Rex and Dess.
Little did they know that Spencer was just around the corner and heard their exchange.
…
Melissa was ignoring Rex. She was pissed. He knew she hated it when he sided with Dess on things like this.
"Come on, Cowgirl. I did say you had a valid point, and you do," said Rex, smiling at his Cowgirl, silently laughing at her pouting. She was cute when she did that… They were at Rex's house in his room, where they went every day after school.
"Shut up," she mumbled incoherently, trying in vain to not smile just a little at his thought.
He just smirked and came up behind her to wrap his arms around her too thin waist. Still smiling, he dragged his lips down the side of her jaw, feeling her relax at his touch.
"I-um, just think that—stop! You know I can't think when you do that," grumbled Melissa, swatting his head away.
"So don't think," he whispered, trying to go back before Melissa cut him off.
"No, give me one second. I just don't want anyone to find out. Imagine the damage that could do," she finished, and Rex realized just how tense she was about this whole thing.
"Melissa, trust me. They won't." Rex seemed thoughtful for a second. "Although, wouldn't it be nice to have someone else know. Someone that wouldn't judge us."
"Yes, it would be fantastic. But they would judge, how couldn't they. We're freaks-" Melissa was cut off by Rex pressing his lips to hers roughly. She remained frozen before kissing him back. When he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily.
"You are not, under any circumstances, a freak, okay?" said Rex, resting his forehead on hers. She just nodded calmly, before resting her head on his chest. Finally she spoke up again; "You are right, though. It would be nice for someone to understand."
Rex just smiled softly before kissing the top of her head. It would be nice…..