Chapter 38
I don't own Criminal Minds.
"Dr Reid. At the moment I can tell you what that poison is doing to your body right now. Even small doses of the poison I have given you can kill you within a couple days if the wounds caused are not treated within time or correctly. I will give you my name because you can't escape here. Your balance is too unsteady and your vision is swirly and you can't focus on one thing. I will do what I like this morning and maybe this afternoon then just leave you to rot here. You seem to be being kidnapped a lot recently, Dr Reid. My real name is Diane Bruka. You might recognize my last name. I gave my name to the drink you and Derek Morgan drunk to forget everything. I would give you the recipe but it's a family recipe and we don't feds knowing the recipe…" Diane said. Then she laughed. She had an evil agenda which I was a pivotal part of.
"Now, how much do you know about women?" She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. I didn't answer. I didn't want to waste useful energy on speaking to this bitch that killed my best friend and was going to kill me. "No, answer?" She asked expecting me to say something in response. "Still no answer Dr Reid? I thought you knew much more than you obviously do. Are you some thicko or something?" I couldn't help it I just had to scream this out with all the might I had in me. She couldn't get away with calling me a thicko. I just couldn't help it. "You know you are just an evil, bitter, twisted person who can't help but be a bitch. I am no thicko. I have 3 PHDs and 2 BAS. I have an IQ of 187 and can read 20000 words a minute. Did I mention I had an eidetic memory? I am definitely not a thicko. If anything I am a genius!" She just laughed and shook her head but her demeania changed slightly. "Dr Reid, how do you define genius?"
"What do you mean, Diane?" I asked as she seemed to turn away.
"Can genius be defined? If so do you define yourself as one and why?"
"I suppose genius can never truly be defined. Genius is a hard thing to classify. Do you define yourself a genius?" I asked expecting her to be perplexed or to argue with me but instead she surprized me by saying "I agree with you Dr Reid. Genius can never truly be defined and is hard to classify. To a normal person both of us would be considered geniuses. I have an eidetic memory and a high IQ too. My IQ is 175 and I have 3 PHDs in mathematics, chemistry and biology. People never really liked me, never really accepted me. That's when the gang got interested in me. I gave in about six months ago after they offered me an offer I couldn't refuse…"
She was fascinating, honestly fascinating. Her life could have been so much different. I really sympathised with her. But I could never forgive what she did what she had done. "What was the offer?" I asked.
"Dr Reid. They offered me everything. Honestly. They offered me enough money to live very comfortably and any job I wanted. I could have any job and I could have it whatever time I wanted. I could work on my forth PHD and not have to worry about money or job security. Honestly I never wanted to hurt anyone but I needed the Brightness killer to be locked up. He had tried to rape me a couple of days before your college died. I honestly didn't want to kill your friend but I knew he would get away with everything he did to me and my family. Your team was getting weaker and weaker and he was getting stronger and stronger. He didn't kill anyone so you couldn't hold him on that. He didn't kidnap anyone so you couldn't arrest him on that. Essentially he never got his hands dirty. You would never have anything to hold him on. He saw everything though. He was going to give up all the names. I couldn't risk going to prison. You know how they treat clever people inside. I honestly didn't want to kill your best friend. I just needed a murder to be pinned down on him. I shot the man who tried to rape me, I won't even justify him with a name, after I killed Derek. I made it look like a suicide though. Your officers took approximately 15- 30 seconds to enter the basement. By then I had ran to where my car was and had drove away. I didn't want things to get nasty. It wasn't my fault…" I started to sob because the memory of Morgan came back into my mind. It was sad and upsetting. It wasn't him. I just didn't like to think about what happened to him.
"I am so sorry for your loss Dr Reid. I really am. I can't remember what came over me but I needed to sort him out. Not your friend but the horrible creature who tried to rape me. I hated myself so much for killing Derek Morgan. I needed to stay around I needed to explain myself but not be imprisoned. In you in this state I can admit everything and I can just inject you with some strong memory loss medication called Dimanche 1209 AKA DM1209. You will just forget all I have said and all about me. I needed you to believe you were in a hopeless situation. In many ways me and you are very alike. We just took very different paths but both will end in the same way. Both of us are on the run and we all know how it will end. We will both die somehow. Reid, I have been watching since you got kidnapped the first time. I was forced to watch you and all your friends suffer. I never took part in any of it though. I saw you and suddenly my life had meaning. I will never leave you. We will hopefully meet again in Italy. We will fall in love, get married, and have children. Then we will die from old age, together. We will meet again but not under these circumstances. We will fall in love and you will never remember this. I even played an evil thug just so that I could see you. I love you honestly, that's why I need you to run…" I was confused and my head was spinning. She loved me yet she wanted me to run. She was very strange! "I know you are confused well anyway you will understand soon, my love. Goodbye." She pumped with me with some drug which made me very drowsy. That's when I closed my eyes.