(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's characters)
So I have a double bill chapter for you guys today. This is the first and as you can tell it's a little short. I wrote the next chapter a week or two ago, and I needed to have a little sub chapter to lead to the next one, which is going to be HUGE!
Okay so here's the short but necessary chapter, the next one will be uploaded in a few hours, so hang tight.
Amelia hadn't moved from the swivel chair. She could see and hear everything going on around her, but her mind refesused to acknowledge it. It remained detached from reality. Matthew stayed with her. He too was sullen and quiet, but not in the same catatonic state as Amelia was.
"They have a suspect", he whispered, not looking at her, but instead at the carpet, which had also stolen Amelia's captivation.
"He's Jason's son". Amelia didn't respond. Matthew snorted and it almost, almost, startled Amelia out of her stupor. "I never thought of myself as a violent guy, ya know? But..." he exhaled deeply, "when I saw that guy, the way he smiled, I could've killed him", Matthews voice began to shake as he laughed again. "Me, kill a man? I know what you're thinking... but I had the opportunity, I saw Spencer's gun sticking out and I wanted so badly to take it, and...and..."
"That's too easy.." muttered Amelia. She didn't look up, but talking was a big step. "Death is too good for them". They remained silent after that, mulling over each other's words.
"You know that's her biggest fear." Stammered Amelia, finally looking at Matthew, revealing her red, watery green eyes. "Drowning." Matthew nodded, unable to form words on his sluggish tongue. "She used to be scared of water too. But I promised her...I promised I'd always save her and that she'd never drown. I b..broke my..." she was wrenched from speech by gut twisting sobs as reality finally set in.
Matthew moved close and put his arms around her. "She knew that. It wasn't your fault", he soothed, stroking her shoulder.
"She must've been so scared, Matthew." Amelia whimpered. "She died scared and alone."
Lance nervously paced his cell. What have you done! He's going to kill you when he finds out, he thought to himself. He began munching on his nails, taking a seat then getting up again and taking nervous steps.
"Shit", he muttered, taking a seat and bouncing his legs up and down. "Shit, shit, shit", he smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand, a frustrated growl escaping his lips. "I can change this", he whispered to himself, stilling when a thought crossed his minds. I can lead them right to him. He laughed nervously to himself, a small grin.
An officer walked by and Lance rushed to the bars, slamming his hands against them.
"Hey! Hey. I get a phone call", he yelled. The officer looked him up and down and snorted. He began walking away.
"I need to make a phone call! I know my rights, and I have the right to one phone call", the officer considered him this time.
"And what would you know about the law?" Taunted the officer, narrowing his eyes and marching up to the bars.
"My father was a detective, so I have a pretty decent understanding". The officer sighed, pulling the key from his pocket.
"Put your hands on the wall. You have two minutes on the phone and that's it".
"We need to get to that location", insisted Hotch, already preparing himself.
"What? We can't go yet", argued Harper.
"And what if he has another victim? I'm not taking that chance Micheal", Hotch pulled on a vest. "Morgan, Alex Reid with me. Rossi you take JJ and Emily, and Harper, you best decide whether you're coming or not", Hotch turned his back and made his way to the door, with Reid scurrying close behind and Alex and Morgan trudging after them.
Lance's fingers shook as he dialled the familiar number. It rung twice before a gruff voice answered.
"Yea, who is it?" It grunted angrily. Lance was lost for words, he had to be careful, the officer was right behind him, listening to his end of the call. "Answer the damn phone!" Snapped his father, making him flinch.
"Uh, it's me, Justin", Lance never referred to himself by his fake identity when he spoke with his father, he prayed his dad would understand.
"Lance? what do you want? Did you find anything?" Questioned Jason, his tone still gravelly.
"I..I'm in jail..." stuttered Lance, his cheeks reddening with shame. The officer behind him shifted and Lance swallowed thickly, "I...uh...only have two minutes". The other end was silent.
"I knew you couldn't do the damn job", hissed Wolf, Lance fumbled with his words, but his father beat him to it. "Why the hell are you calling me! You could implement me...is there someone there now?" He snapped.
"Yes", Lance said clearly as not to arouse suspicion.
"Can they hear me?"
"No...I..I don't think so."
"You've done something haven't you?" Snarled Jason.
"The garage", was all Lance could reply.
"You FUCKING TOLD THEM!" Lance had to hold the receiver a little from his ear. "You ungrateful shit! I have given you everything and this is how you repay me! SNITCHING ON YOUR OWN FATHER!"
"But...I...I...thought..."
"You thought what!? That they'd let you go? Doesn't work like that, I could've told you that, you dumb fuck!" Jason's voice tore into Lance's eardrum and he winced.
"You have a chance..." he muttered pathetically.
"I can't take them all, you idiot! And you led them right to our safe spot. Where the hell am I gonna go now! You fucked up big time. When this is over I'm going to show you exactly what happens to snitchs! You're gonna..." the phone cut off at Lance stared at it with his mouth agape.
"That's your two minutes. Back to your cell".
"How far are we Reid?" Hotch asked, turning to the passenger seat where Reid was studying a map. His nose had stopped bleeding, but the bridge was turning a brilliant purple, with red blotches surrounding it.
"Take two more lefts then continue for 4 miles and we should be there." A cellphone rang and Morgan answered it, putting it on speaker.
"Are you behind us Rossi?" Hotch called.
"We just left, I've got Emily and JJ and Micheal took another car with Stanley. It took a while to convince them to come", sighed the Italian.
"We're almost there", Alex replied, loading her gun.
"If you go in before we get there, good luck", Rossi added.
"Don't worry, we'll see your Italian ass there", laughed Morgan.
"See you on the other side old timer", smirked Alex.
Rossi chuckled "Hey, lay off will ya", they all grinned, ending the call.
Like I said, it's not much because the next chapter is where the real action is. I won't leave you waiting too long.
Be back soon!