A/N: Hey, guys. I just want to thank you for reading, despite the fact that updates are few and far between. I hope you enjoy this newest chapter!
Answer to previous question: Revelations. It makes me cry, but I love it! T.T
Chapter Four: Confrontation
Two hours after Damien had rushed into the room, the tears had dried but the boys were still clinging to one another, talking a mile-a-minute. Morgan and Hotch didn't have the heart to separate them, especially since Spencer was more lucid with Damien near by than he had been since the team had found him. So for now they let them be, resolving to ask their remaining questions later. For now, they were going to interrogate a certain sheriff for his breach in conduct.
Spencer lay with his head in Damien's lap, reveling in the feeling of the older boys fingers carding gently through his honey-brown hair. Usually he wouldn't allow such contact, but he knew he could trust Damien. Damien had always been nice to him, even when they were with Master.
Damien was humming softly, an unfamiliar tune, the only sound that broke the comfortable silence that had settled around them.
"I missed you," Spencer whispered, fisting his hands in Damien's jeans, as if afraid he would disappear the moment he let go.
"I missed you too."
"I'm glad you got away," Spencer continued a small smile gracing his lips.
"I wish I could've taken you with me," Damien replied. "I thought you were dead."
"No. You saved my life, Damien. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be locked away. Thank you."
Damien blinked away his tears and drew the boy closer to him. "You saved me first. He would've killed me of you hadn't done what you did. You have no reason to thank me."
The two boys remained locked together in their close embrace, drawing comfort from each other.
Hotch knocked calmly on the door of the Las Vegas Sherriff's office, followed closely by a tense Morgan whose mouth pressed firmly into a thin line, probably to keep himself from saying what he so desperately wished to say. Hotch was, of course, just as angry as Morgan; he knew, however, that this confrontation would require tact and diplomacy.
"Sherriff," the grim Unit Chief greeted with a small nod to the balding man behind the desk, who appeared to be doing paperwork., "can I speak to you for a moment, please?"
The sheriff-a man who went by the name James Benifield- put down his pen and inclined his head at the two agents. "Of course, gentlemen. Come on in, have a seat."
The agents stepped over the threshold of the door, though both chose to remain standing.
"Tell me, Sherriff," Morgan spoke for the first time since they had reached the LVPD, "What can you tell me about a boy named Damien Walters?"
"Ah, he's a right troublemaker, he is." Benifield's answer didn't surprise either of the BAU members, as they already knew what he thought of Damien.
"What has he done to deserve such a reputation?" Hotch asked, though he already knew what the man's answer would be.
"He ran off about a year ago, frightened his parents half to death. He came back seven shades of messed up, spouting out stories of a boy in chains and man that kidnapped him. He was also high as they sky, and loomed like he showered in awhile.
"Now the way I figure it, he left home to do some "exploring," and found himself involved with the wrong sort. When he came back looking like he did, he needed an excuse. Hence, the story of the "masked man," and "the boy in chains."
"Sherriff, we have reason to believe Damien Walters was telling the truth. We captured his assailant a d rescued the boy he told you about," Morgan informed the man, anger coursing through him. No good sheriff would dare turn down a lead like this, especially when a victim had come to him for safety and reassurance.
The man floundered for a moment, looking astounded. "You mean he was telling the truth?" he asked incredulously. "I've had this monster running around my town for years and I've never noticed?"
"Next time a citizen comes to you with such imperative information, you would do well to listen," Hotch replied, then turned and left the room, Morgan followong close behind.
"You think we were too harsh?" Morgan asked, though he appeared too gleeful at the scolding they had delivered to really care.
"I think he got the message," the Unit Chief answered. "Now that we have that taken care of, I have a few more questions for Spencer. I think he would be wise to ask them with Damien around; his familiar face seems to calm him down about."
With that they claimed back in their SUV and high-tailed it to the hospital, eager to wrap this case up and go home.
A/N: Thanks for reading; hope you enjoyed!
So my practicing paid off! I have been cast as the role of Belle in Beauty and the Beast! I'm so exited!
Question of this chapter: Who is your favourite Criminal Minds UnSub?
Until next time
-Dezzy