A/N: Yay! You All seemed to like last chapter's twist! Things are about to get real. But I still don't own CM. :(
Chapter 22
JJ POV
"Her real name is Charlotte," Pen explained to all of us once we had settled in Hotch's hotel room. "Her middle name was Sasha. She changed it when she was in High School."
"Charlotte," I whispered, letting the name settle on my tongue. "Like Charles."
Derek looked furious. "Wanna bet they both even went by Charlie? She's trying to be like daddy-"
"Morgan," Hotch interrupted sternly. "We aren't even sure that she has anything to do with this. We need more evidence. Does she have any strange expenses?" He asked Penelope.
"No! Em's ex is almost as ghostly, cheap, and bland as Em is herself. They actually have very similar expenses and tastes. They don't buy what they don't need. She doesn't have any purchases that seem like would be for a whole… community full of people." She furrowed her eyebrows as she typed more into her laptop. "This is strange…"
"What is it?" Rossi asked as we all tried to look at the small screen.
"She doesn't have abnormal expenses except for gas. She gets gas frequently. Like, more than she would ever need."
"You're right," Spence agreed after he ran through the numbers in his head. "There is no scenario where she would need this much gas if she wasn't going to far away places every day."
Derek said what I was thinking. "She's going there. To wherever the cult is living at. She goes there all the time then. Either she's a loyal member of the Family or…"
"She is the leader herself," I finished for him, trying to swallow that idea.
I had only thought that she knew more than she was letting on. I had no idea that she could be capable of murder. That she could be a leader of a cult. A cult that kidnapped Emily. A woman she supposedly cared for.
"Why?" Rossi asked. "Why would she do this? Looking for acceptance from her father?"
"Maybe," Hotch agreed. "But there has got to be more than that. What's bothering me is why she called Prentiss. I'm sure LAPD wouldn't have solved this case and she wouldn't have been caught. But with Prentiss and us…" He trailed off, not knowing the answer himself.
"There's no reason for her to keep Emily alive," Derek pointed out. "There must be a reason why they took her. Because if she got too close they would have just killed her."
"So they need her for something," Rossi agreed with a nod.
And while we all the knew that was keeping her alive, the fact that the reason was unknown was scary.
Emily POV
I stopped looking at the woman I used to love more than anything. I couldn't look at her. I had to remind myself that the woman in front of me kidnapped me. That she killed people. That she betrayed me.
I tried to focus on the thought of my team saving me. I couldn't think about the memories and I couldn't think about JJ. All I had that was keeping me afloat was my family.
"They aren't going to save you," Sash- Charlie- commented as she tried to push my chin so I could look towards her. "Look at me, goddammit!"
She succeeded in pushing my head, but I darted my eyes so I didn't have to see hers.
"Mary, your team of yours don't care about you. They weren't even concerned when they found out that you were taken. Your boss told me that they already thought that you were dead. They are going to leave."
I held in the tears, the anger. I tried not to believe her. I tried…
"They won't have any doubts that you are dead, anyway. In fact, they'll think I'm dead, too."
That got me to look at her. She grinned when my eyes met hers. "What do you mean they will think we are dead?"
She laughed and explained, "Two tied up girls with the same features as us are going to be found dead in a burning car. There will be so much damage that they wouldn't be able to tell a difference. Even your genius won't be able to deny that both of us are dead."
I shook my head in disbelief. "So, what? You are just going to murder two innocent people just so they will stop looking for us? Why? You could have gotten away with all of this if you didn't-"
"I did all of this for you, Mary!" She shouted, pounding her feet on the floor in frustration like she was a child. "All of those bodies, they are all dead because of you."
"No," I whimpered, shaking my head rapidly. "You killed them. I wasn't apart of it at all!"
"No, you weren't. But I killed them so that I could get you to come here. I needed to be able to convince you that the Manson Family were back. You wouldn't have come to see me if there wasn't a case. So a few people had to be sacrificed. So that I could save you."
My eyes stung holding in the water that wanted to be released so desperately. I let out a gasp of breath. I couldn't handle that I got all of those people killed.
"Is this a fake cult, too? Just to get me here?"
She shook her head and pressed her hand to my cheek. "Of course not. These people needed saving just like you did. We are all very similar here, Mary. Having families that didn't love them. Being lonely and hurting for so long. Here, everyone can be in peace. There is only love here."
"That's exactly what your father said!" I snarled, trying to release my anger. "You used to be so ashamed that your father was a murderer. And here you are, killing. Are you searching for his approval as well?"
Instead of making her mad as I had hoped, she smiled. "I already have his approval, darling. He wanted to meet you, you know. He wanted to meet the special girl that his daughter loved and wanted to save. So I got him to meet you. Only a few more people had to die so that we had a good enough reason to speak with him. Remember the last thing he said?" I nodded. I would never forget. "He said you were a reflection of him. As in, a reflection of me."
"So you started to write to him?" I asked, trying to change the subject and make it about her rather than me. I didn't want to be compared to a murderer that I was deeply in love with a long time ago.
"I did. I was a very lost girl when you left me. So I wrote to daddy. He started teaching me about love and God. And how Helter Skelter wasn't about war. It was about saving the chosen people. Like us, Mary."
"And how many were chosen?" I asked her.
"Twenty-four. Our Family is quite large."
"And Sandra Good? Lynette Fromme? What about them? Did you save them as well?"
"They were already saved," She explained as if it were obvious. "I found them again. Sandy did a good job playing afraid, didn't she? Squeaky and Gypsy are like our mothers here. They teach us and serve us. It's a beautiful place of love and worship."
"And who do you worship? God? The Devil?" I asked. "Your father?"
"All one in the same," She answered with a shrug. "But don't worry. We'll show you everything. Everyone is dying to meet you. But we still have work to do. Just you and me."
Sasha is such a good bad guy and I love it? What do you guys think about her?
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