Don't believe I've said this yet, and I will only say it once: I do not own Criminal Minds. I do own the plot and all of my OFCs, so don't you dare steal them. I will sick my pug dog on you! BE AFRAID!
"Emily you can't tell anyone." Spencer whispered frantically. "If somebody found out…"
"Relax Reid," she told him with a smile, "Your secret's safe with me. I'm really happy for you." She finished before turning to walk to her desk.
"Oh!" She said as she turned back around, "You most defiantly don't have to worry about me, but Morgan and Garcia are a different story."
Spencer turned to look back at Melyssa's desk where Morgan was still harassing her about the hickey. He knew that if Emily figured it out in nothing flat, Morgan wouldn't be far behind. But Garcia?
Soon, though, Spencer curiosity was cured when someone spun his chair around. Then he came face to face with JJ and Garcia.
"Well?" They both asked very firmly.
"Everything worked out, we settled our differences and I think we're actually going to be pretty close." He told them, not lying, but being as vague as possible.
"Hey Baby Girl." Morgan called over from his place at Milly's desk. "Guess who has 'a fairly sized bruise' in a naughty place."
While Garcia gasped with a wide smiled and rushed over to the two agents, JJ stayed in her spot and jokingly called over, "Why are ya lookin' at her naughty places, Morgan?"
"Yeah Morgan, why ya lookin' at my naughty places?" Melyssa joked before going back to her work.
"It's her neck!" He shouted, walking off to the kitchen area.
"So," Garcia started to say to Melyssa, making sure she was loud enough for Spencer to hear. "Someone gave you a hickey."
"It would appear so." She replied in boredom. This was starting to get annoying.
Apparently Garcia noticed this, so she let the issue drop, but not before sending Reid a look, letting him know that she now knew everything.
Over the next few minutes everything went back to normal. JJ went to her office, Melyssa and Emily did some paper work and Garcia, Morgan, Rossi and Reid all stood around talking, avoiding their inevitable hand-craps.
Suddenly, Reid and Morgan noticed JJ rush into Hotch's office.
"Uh-oh." Morgan uttered before Hotch came out of his office.
"Everyone, conference room." Hotch said as he and JJ speed-walked into the room.
"This can't be good." Rossi mumbled while following Morgan and Greene up the steps, Prentiss, Reid and Garcia behind him.
Once they were all seated -Melyssa sitting two seats down from Spencer- JJ started the de-briefing.
"Three weeks ago Ronda Tack and her two sons were found dead in their home in Brookhaven, Mississippi. Ronda's face was bashed in with a blunt object, her first son- Isaac- had multiple stab wounds in his throat and her second son – Jeffrey- was decapitated."
"Brutal. Classic over-kill. The different forms of killing point to a very personal relationship between the victims and the killer. Where's the father?" Prentiss chimed in first.
"He's dead." JJ told her. "Actually found dead not a couple of hours after the family."
"Murder/suicide?" Reid offered.
"Probably not…" JJ said while she clicked to the next picture. It was of a man, maybe…
The face had been mutilated almost beyond recognition- the jaw having been what seemed to be ripped off- and the genitals removed.
"Definitely personal." Morgan muttered, taking a closer look at the crime-scene photo.
"Greene, any input?" Hotch asked, noticing how rigid she got the moment JJ mentioned Ronda Tack.
"What about the third son?" She asked JJ.
JJ looked utterly confused and Garcia took that as her queue to start digging.
"Ronda and Jonathan Tack, parents to –youngest to eldest- Jeffery Tack, Isaac Tack and Leroy Tack." She announced. The room was silent as everyone waited for more information on this 'Leroy'.
"No criminal record, seemingly normal life-has some un-paid student loans and a couple of paid-off traffic tickets on his side but nothing to point to killer. Sorry." She told everyone.
"Whereabouts at time of the murders?" Rossi requested.
A few seconds of typing before Garcia said, "Lives in Oregon, was in the Bahamas around the time of the murders."
"Vacation?" Melyssa asked.
"According to the vacation timed filed for his job, Honeymoon."
"Whom?"
"A Miss…. Tricia Lace."
With that, the room got cold enough for ice sickles to start forming. Melyssa looked like a statue in her seat.
"Tricia Lace… was my best friend." Melyssa said.
After a few moments of silence, JJ cut in.
"We can get back to that after I finish." She said, dreading every word.
"There's more?" Morgan asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," She started, "Clark and Jean Wheeler were also found dead in their homes, about a week after the others. At first, the police didn't think they were connected. They changed their minds soon, though." With a click of the button, everyone saw why.
Clark, like Jonathan, had had his genitals removed. However, unlike the other man, Clark had also had his hands cut off.
"This is the worst part. Penelope, you should leave the room." JJ warned before continuing.
"I'm out!" The techi called as she shot out of her seat and through the door.
"It gets worse?" Emily asked, before, of course, she read further.
"They found Clark's hands shoved down Jean's throat. She died from suffocating to death."
Emily gagged, covering her mouth with one hand, her stomach with other. Morgan shut his eyes tightly in frustration and pure rage at the idea of one human doing that to another. Rossi looked like he wanted to punch something and Reid just sat there starring at the case file. Hotch and JJ were keeping better composure, having already read and seen this. Melyssa, however, acted much different than everyone else.
Very calmly, she rose from her seat and walked out of the room, past Garcia and down to her desk. Once there, she picked up a thick, hard-cover book, and rammed it against her forehead one time before putting it back down.
Once done, she walked back into the room, dragging Garcia back in with her. Once they were both in their seats, Melyssa spoke.
"Dig." She ordered Garcia, who complied. "Dig deeper than you personally find necessary. Trust me; you will know when to stop."
A few moments in silence, with the exception of Garcia sprouting off random things about the Wheelers- they were married 34 years, had a son, son died three years ago in a car accident, before the heard the tech goddess gasp.
"They had a daughter." She started after re-gaining herself. "Anna Wheeler. Their youngest. She was a good student, no detentions expect one in fourth grade. Got in a lot off accidents according to her medical record."
"Had?" Morgan asked.
"There's no record past the time she was fifteen years old."
"You said she had a lot of accidents. Maybe it was a cover, maybe they abused her and possibly killed her." Emily offered.
Garcia shook her head. "Nope, no death record. And they were accidents. One at a friend's pool-hit her head on the diving board, three witnesses. One she wiped out during a rainy bike ride. Face planted, chipped a tooth. The wounds were obviously friction related and someone found part of her tooth at the scene of the accident."
"So what happened to her?" Reid asked, honestly baffled.
"When she was fifteen her parents had pushed her over the edge." Melyssa began to explain, grabbing everyone's full attention.
"She bottled up all of her emotions- all of her smart ass back talk- because good kids don't argue with their parents. Eventually, though, it became too much. She told them off and went to her room. She packed a backpack full of the essentials and grabbed her debit card.
"She locked her door and climbed out of her window and walked to an ATM a few streets down. Once there, she withdrew $120, not caring that she over-drew because she wouldn't have to deal it anymore.
"She had to put all of her skills gained from countless hours of Manhunt and Girl Scouts to use for the first few days. She knew the police were told to be on the lookout for her and she saw flyers. Eventually, though, she got far enough away.
"She was homeless for a few months until she turned 16. Then she changed her name, got a job and a cheap apartment. Eventually she was finically secure enough that she could do part-time and enrolled in a local high school.
"The rest is history." Melyssa finished. It was clear that she knew this girl very well. However, as pathetic as it is, not even a room of profilers could guess what they were about to hear.
Garcia put the file picture of Anna Wheeler on the screen and Melyssa said, "Clark and Jean Wheeler… were my parents."
A/N: Buh-buh... BUUUUUUUUUM!
And the plot thickens!
Okay, I know some of you do this because I myself have the tendency to, but you should really read EVERYTHING after "So what happened to her?" Reid asked, honestly baffled, don't just skim over it.
Oh my god, I felt purely psychotic writing about the murders, and I'm sure some of you are worrying about my mental health right now, cuz, well, so am I.
But hey! The writers of Criminal Minds do, so no big deal... right?