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Family Secrets

Summary: Agent Gideon has vanished from the BAU, and the team are asked to investigate a family annihilator.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: My Own

Word count: 5k

TW: probable mentions of gore, blood, and death

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“Sir?” Bonnie knocked on Agent Gideons office again, becoming a little impatient at the lack of response, but was too polite to barge in. But what if he was hurt? He was old right enough, and stressed… could have had a heart attack or something.

So she decided against being nice and pushed the door open and stopped at the entrance.

Everything was gone.

Bookshelves cleared, desk tag no longer, the walls bare.

“Agent Gideon?” She called out to the empty room and entered fully.

Where was he?

Closing the door behind her, Bonnie went straight to Agent Hotchners office, and forgetting to knock this time went straight in to find Chief Strauss standing in front of her boss’s desk.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t knock… Agent Gideons gone sir.” Agent Hotchners brows furrowed and questioned.

“What do you mean gone?”

While Chief Strauss’s face remained straight.

“All his things are gone. His office is empty.”

“Agent Gideon has left the BAU effective immediate.” The chief finally spoke and Bonnie felt her face flush.

Left… he couldn’t leave…

“When we’re you going to tell me this?” Agent Hotchner began to rise from his chair and Bonnie took a step back.

“Right now Agent if you’d let me have some time, and if we weren’t so rudely interrupted.” The chief turned to stare at Bonnie who averted her eyes.

“Bonnie was just worried. You can continue with your work now.” With that, Bonnie nodded to Agent Hotchner and left, ensuring to close the door and curse herself for making such a bad impression with the chief, who she had never met before.

She had to walk past Agent Gideon’s empty office and felt similar to his walls.

Carrying files in her hands, she walked with her head down out towards the storage unit which she had memorised down to a tee, she could walk around with her eyes closed.

These were closed cases. Ones that could rest but were always available if needed. Copycats probably, or reoffending. She sometimes read them. Sitting down on a discarded chair- she knicked it from another room- and began having a browse.

Michael Earlson.

Reading aloud, Bonnie learned that this man had kidnapped a little boy and was planning to sell him off. One of the auctioneers was a high school principle…

John Jamelske

Kidnapped and held three teenagers near her age and forced them to chose one to die. Two made it out. He was taken peacefully. Sick.

Carl Buford

A man who preyed on young boys looking to escape a dangerous area, using American football and ran a youth centre in South Side, Chicago.

“That’s where Derek’s from.”

And as she kept reading, she saw his name.

On a suspect list. No more information.

Of course he didn’t do it though. Derek didn’t hurt the innocent. That much was evident when he shot Sandy Parker.

She flipped to the next file.

Tobias Hankel

A man suffering with an identity disorder. Watching then killing victims in their homes! Then she stopped dead when another familiar name caught her eye.

Spencer Reid.

In the list of victims. Obviously survived.

But no detail like Derek’s.

Of course she knew being an FBI could be dangerous. But to see it in writing let it sink in. She always likes to read. Things really stuck.

She wondered if she’d be in Sandy’s file…

Footsteps made her jump and she grabbed the files on the floor and began searching for the box for 2006. Sorting it in date order.

“Bonnie?” Agent Hotchner knocked on the storage door as if it were her own office.

“Yes sir?” She closed the lid to the box.

“I know Gideon’s leaving will be hard. It will be for all of us. But it’s not the end remember?” She hated profilers sometimes. Gideon had hinted on going directly to him if she wished to pursue her interest in criminal justice. What if her only chance was now missing.

“There was something he said on my first day, he knew you needed an assistant. And I was the only one for an interview… why?” The question lingered in her mind for the few months she’d been here.

“Well… I’m sure you understand now that Jason Gideon’s profiling skills are almost unreal. He looked at your application and others, and only chose one. I don’t really have the time to interview like ten people. He also did it without my knowledge.” He laughed absently.

“But I’m glad he did. You’ll make a good whatever it is you want when you’re done with education.”

“Profiler.” She smiled.

“If you have the time, you could start training now. Whenever it suits you.”

“I’m not qualified.”

“You are to me.”

The kindness and praise she got from her job was overwhelming at times. Even a simple well done would almost melt her. Must be something to do with childhood, as most things are.

“I’d love to! Does that mean I learn how to shoot?” She asked eagerly. Wanting to copy the rest of the team.

“Not so fast. Seminars, fitness, and mental health checks first, to ensure that you should be allowed to handle a gun.”

“I could just go out and buy one too. Just like every other American.” She joked, though it was true.

Then Jennifer’s heels clicked, quickly walking down the hall were the cupboard was kept.

“Sir, we have a case.”

Agent Hotchner nodded his head. “C’mon.” And Bonnie followed.

“Two families annihilated in their homes in Los Angeles. All shot. The father tied up in both cases.” Jennifer announced to the group.

“Eliminate the biggest threat first.” Derek said.

“Then pick them off one by one.” Emily sighed.

“That’s right. The mother of the first house, the Jenkins, was found face down on the stairs, and the kids were both found under their beds. The second house, Laurens, mother was in the upstairs hallway, the youngest son downstairs by the back door, and the daughter in her room.”

“Both families got one of each?” Derek asked and Jennifer nodded.

“Older daughter, younger brother.”

“Seems like a pattern to me.” He replied and beside him Emily nodded.

“That’s not all! The first houses electrics were all out and the fuse box outside destroyed with water. No wifi, no connection to telephones, they couldn’t call for help. The other actually untouched.” Penelope spoke up from waiting at the computer board.

“The first house is big. The family might have had security cameras but with the electrics down they might not have worked. The unsub didn’t have to do that with the other house. It was just regular.” Agent Hotchner finally spoke.

“Calculated. Watches the family and knows how and where to enter. Waits for the right moment then strikes.” Derek said ominously.

“And shot? How did no one hear?” Emily asked and Spencer spoke up.

“First house is really large and had a lot of room between neighbours, it might actually be difficult to hear anything going on in the house at all. Even a gun shot. The other… maybe a silencer?”

“The Jenkins were found the next morning when their gardener appeared for his shift, the Lauren’s paper boy.” Jennifer finished.

Bonnie stared at the pictures of the families. The kids so young and the parents so happy in their photos.

“Wheels up in thirty.”

The team finished and Bonnie left to collect her go bag from her locker.

Her left arm still a little stiff from her attack last month. But healed and scarred nonetheless.

On the night she returned, her mother wasn’t home. She’d be working on the streets just like any other night. Bonnie would have liked to have her familiarity around however, but recently her mother was hardly ever near.

The jet would be about three hours, she had time to relax on the cushioned seats. All while she scribbled in her notepad.

Rich houses… happy familys looking families… shot but no one heard… matching families… dad possibly killed first.

The police department was very large and high up. A huge building that sky rocketed to the clouds.

“Thank you for coming so soon Agents. I’m detective Davis, head of homicide department.” A tall man with circular glasses and a long suit shook Agent Hotchners hand.

“Our pleasure. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA Derek Morgan, SSA Emily Prentiss, Doctor Spencer Reid, Agent Jennifer Jareau, and our assistant Bonnie.”

“Again, thank you all for coming. We need all the help we can get. So far there’s no footage on any cameras around the house. The security systems of both houses were down.” Detective Davis began running though the case.

“Hank Jenkins, the father of the first house was bound to a chair in the master bedroom. We think he was killed last, and quickly. One shot between the eyes. Same for Jason Lauren. Same tying, same shot.”

“Do we know what kind of gun he used?”

“Yes sir. 9mm Winchester Magnum, common handgun. Bullets were found in and around the victims.” Bonnie grimaced.

“Doesn’t care about the mess now does he? You think he’s making some sort of point? I mean- why tie the father up? To make him watch?” Derek asked the obvious question.

“We think so. We think he tied to father up first then took out the family. Then killed him last. He made sure he suffered the most, having to listen and watch his family die. Fathers are meant to protect…”

“Maybe this father didn’t.” Detective Davis raised a brow at Spencer.

“Excuse me?”

“M-maybe this unsub thinks the fathers aren’t doing a good enough job as a father. We’ve seen this before with Karl Arnold, a-a family psychologist who believed that the f-families were dysfunctional. That the fathers had failed to-to fulfil their duties as the primal caretakers.” Agent Hotchner thought along with every word from Spencer, then agreed.

“It would make sense. The wives and children were shot all over their body and the father was one through the head. This unsub may have wanted the father to see what will happen to his family if he didn’t protect them.” Then flipped out his phone.

“Garcia, get me everything you can on a Hank Jenkins and Jason Lauren, anything to do with domestics or child services. Thanks.”

“Are you serious?” Detective Davis had his hands on his hips defensively. “I’ve known Hank for a very long time. He loved his kids. He’d never hurt them.”

“You asked us to come and do our job, and that’s what we’re doing. If you feel you have too much of a deep connection to the victim I suggest you step down.” Then Agent Hotchner strode past the man and into the bullpen room, leaving Detective Davis red in the face.

Normally he was collected, but she too thought something was off about the detective.

Within the room isolated from the other detectives, the team began to discuss their findings already.

“And how did he get in the house?” Emily asked.

“Reports say no sign of forced entry…” Derek read from his file.

“Maybe he was invited in.” Agent Hotchner said finally before effectively splitting the team up. “Reid and Prentiss the Jenkins house, Morgan and JJ you’re on the Lauren’s. Bonnie you’re with me here.”

“Yes sir.” The four other agents other than agent Hotchner agreed and left the building, and Bonnie began setting up at the end of the table.

“We’ll try and find out more about the two fathers.”

“You think it could be a psychologist like that Karl?”

“Maybe…” he picked up his phone and put Penelope on speaker.

“Wassup sugar cakes.” Agent Hotchner groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “So I’ve found out no reports of domestic violence have been reported from either houses or neighbours.”

“Big house for the first, hard to hear.” Bonnie mumbled.

“But I took a step further and looked into the mothers as well. Linda Jenkins was treated in the ER last month for a broken wrist. Nothing on Heather Laurens.”

“Unreported?” Bonnie thought aloud and agent Hotchner nodded.

“Possibly… Garcia, do the mothers have anything in common at all?”

“No sir. Nothing I can find but no case is too tight for me to squeeze in! Garcia out!” And the call ended.

“A neighbour or a friend might know something connecting the two even if they don’t know the other victim… let’s focus on Linda Jenkins first.”

Agent Hotchner stood up and Bonnie followed closely as he approached Detective Davis who wasn’t looking as happy as he was when the team had arrived.

“Detective, I’d like a list of close friends or relatives for Linda Jenkins and Heather Laurens.”

“Linda’s sister just arrived.” He pointed towards a small room in a corner where a middle aged woman resembling Lauren very well sat with a tissue in hand, dabbing her eyes.

“Great thanks.”

The two entered the room cautiously, and Agent Hotchner sat across from the women who’s red rimmed eyes looked dry and swollen.

“Hi, my names Aaron Hotchner and I’m with the FBI.” The woman looked up, shaking ever so slightly and refused to meet the man’s eyes. But looked to Bonnie.

“The FBI?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m not the FBI though. They’re here to help bring justice to your sister. May we know your name?” Bonnie spoke softly, and sat down on the arm chair beside the woman.

“Abby… Linda’s my little sister.” Bonnie felt pain from the woman. The innocence of still calling your grown sister little… it was like she were a kid again.

“Okay Abby… we’d just like to ask you some questions about Linda… is that alright with you?”

Abby glanced to agent Hotchner but still refuses to meet his face, instead she looked at his legs.

“Just us? Please?” She turned back to Bonnie.

Bonnie looked to her boss for advice, and was surprised when he nodded his head. “I’ll be outside.” And stood up to walk out.

“Why just us may I ask?”

Abby shifted in her seat, knees pressed tightly together. “Linda’s business isn’t for a man’s ears to hear…”

“What do you mean?”

“Our father was terrible. After that she- we- couldn’t trust them anymore. But she eventually fell in love with Hank…” Abby began sobbing and Bonnie froze unsure on what to do, her hand moving on it’s own to find Abby’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear that Abby…”

“I thought he was good! Maybe we could trust again! But he ruined her even more!” Abby was wailing now, fuelled by anger and Bonnie was panicking on what to do next. So she just kept talking.

“What did Hank do to Linda… if you let us know it may help us find who did this to her.”

Abby calmed, scarily quick and looked into Bonnies wide soft eyes with narrow hatred.

“He beat her. Every day. The kids too… but I was so scared he’d kill them if CPS ever got involved. He was fucking crazy.”

“I’m sorry…” then an idea popped into her head.

“Was there any support groups Linda went to? For guidance of friendship?” If CPS or the police couldn’t beg involved, perhaps Linda had looked for a different help.

Abby nodded. “I told her about one I used to go to. It’s this little one held in the towns church with the priest. He helped me a lot. Not enough to date but enough to leave my house again.”

How long had Abby been afraid…

“May I have the priests name? I’d just like to talk to him about Linda.”

“David Walker.”

“Thank you Abby, you’ve really helped me today.” Stroking the woman’s shoulder, Bonnie got up and left before she could start crying too.

“Linda used to go to a support group for abused people. Community centre held by the priest David Walker.” She coughed recomposing herself.

“Alright let’s get down there.” Agent Hotchner lead and like most times, Bonnie followed.

“So… why did Abby not want me in there?” He asked while he drove down the street.

“Afraid of men.” She sighed staring out of the window watching pedestrians pass.

“And Hank?”

“Scumbag.”

He tutted. “What are the odds Heather had the same going on?”

“Big i’d say… but we still need to figure out how this persons getting into the houses and stuff.”

“We’ll leave that for now, let’s focus on this group.”

The two of them arrived at the church, tall and stone. A light and pleasant feeling when entering, like all your sins had been brushed away with a gentle hand.

Inside the building, the cathedral windows casted rainbow glows over the benches and stand at the front where the priest was flipping through a book.

He didn’t look much like a priest. His large build and tight shirt made him look a bit like agent Hotchner. Probably forty something.

“Good afternoon sir.” Agent Hotchner started and the man lifted his head. Quite good looking.

“Hello. What can I do for you two?”

“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner of the FBI and this is Bonnie. We’re investigating a homicide near by, and we heard that one of our victims, Linda Jenkins came to a group meeting here sometimes.” Bonnie couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t feel honoured when he said ‘we’.

The man frowned deeply, and rubbed the forming wrinkles on his forehead before coming down from his stand to greet the two.

“I remember Linda. Very kind woman, very gentle.”

“What can you tell us about her?”

The priest sighed. “She always had a bruise or something on her when she came… I prayed everyday for her to find peace… I just never thought they would be answered like this.” The priest bow his head, sniffling slightly.

“Do you keep a record of people who come to this group?”

But the man shook his head. “Confidentiality is very important in here. In fact we don’t even use our real names. I only know Linda’s from the news… she called herself Casey.”

“Is there anyone in this group that you think had been… off recently? Specifically a man.”

The priest hummed for a second. “What do you mean by off? A lot of the people who come in are off in some way. Ridden with anxiety. Drugs addicts. All kinds.”

“Not like that. Someone who’s seemed really calm. Someone who used to be a nervous wreck and is now seeming better just out of the blue.”

Bonnies watched the priests face twist.

“No I’m sorry… no one like that comes here.“

“No one at all?”

“No I’m sorry agent.” The man closed off quickly, and had began walking back to his podium as if the two had rudely interrupted.

Before Agent Hotchner began to leave, he turned to ask. “When’s the next meeting?”

“Our next meeting is tomorrow night.” Agent Hotchner looked down at Bonnie and the two raised their brows.

“Thank you for your time sir.”

“God bless.” Bonnie nodded to the man and followed her boss out of the centre.

They walked until they were in the car and he spoke first. “He never mentioned Heather…”

“Maybe she didn’t go to this. Maybe another one? Or… I don’t know.”

“We need to speak to the rest of the team and discuss the findings… then maybe we’ll learn something about Heather.” The two of them could only hope.

Back at the police station, the team had gathered alone.

“A cupboard door leading to a basement was open at the scene in the Jenkins house, I’m assuming he hid there. No bodies were found around that area.” Emily began and Spencer followed on.

“No forced entry. Windows all closed, doors all intact.”

Then JJ started to share her and Derek’s finding on the Laurens. “Heather had no friends or family. Only child. Parents died ten to twenty years ago.” Jennifer started and Bonnie began to write.

Derek added, “We talked to the neighbours who are really torn up about it. They said they heard thumps, but assumed Jason was drunk again and didn’t want to get involved.”

“We found out that Linda Jenkins and her children were being abused, do you think Heather was the same?” Agent Hotchner asked to whoever would answer.

“If she was she had no one to turn to. No hope of getting out.” Said Spencer, writing upon the board.

“Online? There are other ways to communicate now. If she didn’t feel comfortable talking in person than maybe she would on a computer.” Emily asked and Derek nodded.

“Exactly. We found a chat on heathers work laptop. A site where women could share their stories and have comfort from others either going through the same thing or having been in the same position before.”

“And?” Agent Hotchner pressed.

“And there’s dozens of accounts offering advice or condolence… the accounts are also anonymous…”

“Shit…” he cursed and buried his head in his hand. “Two anonymous groups…”

“One sexy technical analysist.” Derek flipped his phone up.

“Speak to me.”

“Hey baby girl, we’ve got a site here, I need you to look at an account called ‘catlover500’”

“Oh you found my secret account?” Penelope giggled from the phone and Derek shook his head. “Anyways… ok so… this is Heather Lauren’s?”

“Yep.”

“And what am I looking for?”

Derek turned to Agent Hotchner. “Hotch?”

“Someone who… relates. Abusive father. Older sister. Submissive mother.”

“Okay… three comments under a detailed post about Heathers life… she talks about how she lived in fear for her and her children’s lives… and these comments are relating. One says ‘I know what you’re going through, my father did the same to me and my siblings until he eventually died of a stroke. You’re brave and will get through this.’ Another said ‘no father or husband should ever raise their hands to their loved ones. I’m so sorry this is happening to you.’ And the other, ‘my husband is the very same. Our two young children, I have a boy and a girl just like you, are scared. I’ve resorted to a support group but that’s all I’ve managed. My wrist broke last week, I’m still recovering But if you have hope, then so do I.”

“Oh my god…” Derek straightened and Emily’s jaw dropped.

“Could that be…”

“Linda Jenkins.” Agent Hotchner dead panned. “Garcia, can you check if these two accounts have private messaged one another?”

The clicking of Penelope’s keyboard filled the room.

“There’s some sort of firewall sir… this site of built for privacy.”

“Ok… just do your best then.”

“Yes sir.”

And the phone call ended.

“Now… wait I guess.” Agent Hotchner sighed.

“The priest said there’s a meeting tomorrow night. One of us could go?” Bonnie suggested and the team murmured in agreement.

“We can’t just sit around until tomorrow night, there must be something!” Jennifer argued.

It was late already, there wasn’t much else to do but sleep and try to rest before the next day hits.

“We’ve visited the houses, talked to family and outsiders, now Garcia is hacking a website to help us. There isn’t much else we can do.”

The entire team felt helpless. But more tired than anything.

“Tomorrow morning JJ, Morgan and Reid, go to the Jenkins house and try to find anything related to Heather Laurens.” Agent Hotchner planned and that was the night finished.

The next morning everyone was up early in their hotel rooms. Agent Hotchner alone, Derek and Spencer, Emily and Jennifer, and Bonnie alone.

None of them thought that they could have been waking up to the news of another family dead.

“Exactly the same thing. Father tied up. Family all shot. Mother, one daughter, one son.” Agent Hotchner read from a notepad.

“He’s escalating… why?” Emily asked.

“Maybe he knows we’re onto him? Maybe the priest let it slip.” Derek suggested and Bonnie hoped he was wrong.

“Yeah m-maybe, or he’s just struck another person he’s stalked.”

“We need to find out if there’s a connection with Linda and Heather… me, Prentiss, and Bonnie will visit the scene and you three stick with the Jenkins.” Then the team split up to go their separate ways.

The car ride was quiet. The three of them worrying whether or not they would gain some sort of lead to who did this, rather than connections that may not mean much in the end.

“Prentiss find a laptop. Bonnie look around the house for the entry. I’ll speak to the detectives.” The two girls glanced at each other before splitting up.

Bonnie began to feel nervous. The last time she went on her own at a crime scene she almost died. But if Agent Hotchner thought she’d be alright, then she would be right?

A back window was wide open, and while she tiptoed for a peek in, she saw that it was perfect for using to sneak in. A big open space you could climb in without knocking anything over. But how would they get it unlocked… the handle was on the inside and needed a key.

Which is exactly why she thought he must have already been inside. This was his escape route.

“Bonnie!” She heard Agent Hotchner call and she went running back to the front of the house.

“Sir?”

The man was holding his phone out, Penelope on the other end. “I finally got in and found that Linda had shared with Heather a phone number. And I called it and…”

“And what?!”

“It was a Father Walker.”

“What?” Agent Hotchner breathed out weakly. “And you’re sure about that Garcia?”

“Positive sir, I’ve already sent the phone number to your cell.”

“Maybe he did pray for that kind of peace…” Bonnie said quietly and Agent Hotchner placed a hand on her shoulder as Emily exited the house with a piece of paper in hand.

“Phone number hidden in the laptop bag of Lisa Downs, the mother.”

It was a match to the one sent by Penelope.

“We need to pay the church a visit again. Right now.”

“What’s going on?” Emily asked as they quickly ran to the SUV.

“It’s the same number Linda sent Heather.” Bonnie replied jumping in the backseat.

“Call the others and ask them to meet us at the church.” Emily did so, and when the car stopped outside the house of god, it didn’t take long for the others to show.

“What up?” Jennifer asked.

“The priest. I think he’s our unsub. All three women had contact with him, possibly talking about their husbands.” And Agent Hotchner took the lead into the church.

Like yesterday, Father Walker was standing on his podium reading, and waiting for his gathering of anonymities.

“Mr Walker, I need you to come with me.” The man looked up surprised and confused, looking rather offended at the sight of cuffs dangling from Agent Hotchners hand.

“What?” He asked, and the chief strut towards him with his shoulders tense.

“You’re under arrest for the suspicion of the murders of three families.”

The priest was bewildered. Stammering on his spot as Agent Hotchner pulled his arms around his back and connected his wrists.

“I don’t understand!”

“You can talk when we’re at the station.”

Bonnie bit her nails, watching the man be handled out of the church with Agent Hotchner holding him captive.

Back at the station, the man was in custody, all of the agents and Bonnie waiting behind the glass of the interrogation room. They could hear everything.

“You lied to me.” Agent Hotchner sat down alone in front of David Walker.

“I didn’t. I swear I didn’t know the woman’s name until the tv, but I… I did know Heather… and Lisa. I visited them from time to time when their husbands were at work. Trying to give them the support they needed to leave. But it didn’t seem to be working.”

“So you resorted to killing everyone?” The agent pressed firmly and Bonnie shuddered.

“What?! No! I wanted to help. Offer the guidance of god. But it didn’t work!” The man began to cry and buried his head deep into his arms.

Agent Hotchner stormed off and burst through the interrogation room. “Who else would know about these calls?”

“Sir?” Penelope was on the phone.

“This better be something good Garcia.” Agent Hotchner took the phone from Derek’s hand.

“So your darling boy in there isn’t actually the good man everyone thinks he is. There was a sealed file… a court case where his daughter Sarah tried to put him in jail for abuse. The mother never testified and the son was too young to understand. He was ten. His names Michael.”

“The mother too scared, the son too confused and-and brought up to believe the abuse he suffered was normal… now he’s grown. He gets it now.” Spencer mumbled.

“Where are they all now?” Derek asked, having a theory of his own forming.

“Mothers at home works in retail, and… oh… Sarah the older sister… she took her own life a couple weeks ago.”

Which was exactly what Derek had been thinking. There was the stressor.

Agent Hotchner turned back around barged into the room once again.

“Mr Walker. I know what you did to your family.” The older man slowly raised his head with bleary eyes.

“What?” He sounded broken. All his secrets coming out so suddenly. Slipping through the cracks of the dam he built carefully.

“I know you beat them. You beat them hard and you got away with it. Maybe now you feel guilty and you’re trying to be better by giving guidance to others, or maybe it just boosts your ego and you still go home every night to kick the shit out of your wife? Which one is it? Because I know you did it so pick one.”

“I… I was a bad father and I know I was. I drank a lot, lost my temper… I loved my children!”

“Enough to hurt them? Sir you don’t do that to your children.”

“Oh please! Sometimes they need a smacking!”

Bonnie craned her neck at the change of tone in the man’s voice. Guilty and sorrow to defensive and reasoning.

“No one in this world deserves to be harmed like that. You’re own daughter killed herself because of you. Where is your son now?” The agent asked and the man answered quickly, recoiling at the mention of Sarah.

“He still lives with me. He’s probably home. I… i had the theory it might have been him…”

“Why?” Agent Hotchner paused before he spotted bruising around the priests ear. “Because he finally started to hit back.”

Agent Hotchner said nothing more and walked out of the room for the last time. “Call Garcia again and get the address. We’ve found him.”

After all the hair tearing stress and worry about families close by, Michael Walker was caught. The murder weapon hidden under his bed in a pillow case.

The story was simple while Bonnie wrote it up.

Michael was abused since he was a young boy. His mother, older sister, and him. Just the same as the other families. He couldn’t save himself, or his sister, but maybe he could put others out of their misery and send them to heaven where nothing could ever harm them again. Because he too would rather die than live with the trauma of abuse lasting years. He ended his life quick and smoothly. The second he heard the door kick open and the FBI pour in he was gone. No explanation was really needed.

He was an Angel of death. Seemingly putting families out of their misery, and at the same time torturing the father who made it all possible in the first place. If you don’t look after your family you will lose them. David Walker’s two children decided life would be better without living in his world.

Michael knew about his fathers calls as he listened to him every day and every night. Looking for a victim to save by ending their life.

“Spencer?” Bonnie spoke quietly on the jet ride back to DC.

“Hm?” He hummed from reading an encyclopaedia for birds.

“Are you ok?” She asked. Of course she could see how much Agent Gideon meant to him. He was more than a mentor to Spencer, even if he would never admit it.

“I-I’m fine… why?” That awkward face he does when his lips form a thin line and his cheeks look squishy formed.

“Agent Gideon leaving must be hard on you… and it’s ok to admit it.” Spencer laughed and shook his head. “I mean it.”

Then his expression dropped, softened. His wide sad eyes told her what she needed to know. He missed him, and maybe wouldn’t stop.

“Thank you.” In almost a whisper Bonnie caught it.

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thekatebridgerton · 2 years

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I was rewatching Criminal Minds and as I was watching Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan, all I could think was "this would be what Penelope and Michaels friendship would be like." I'm just imagining a modern AU were the Bridgerton in-laws work under Lady Danbury in the BAU and keep meeting their significant Bridgertons due to them always being pulled into the cases as either suspects or they are the ones in danger.

awww man, I want to think about it, but I cant, because I ship Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan in the Criminal Minds fandom and it’s just so hard to see Penelope and Michael in that situation.

But for the rest of your ask, YES COMPLETELY, bring on the Criminal Minds Au I never knew I needed. Lady Danbury would be an amazing team leader for a Crime Investigation unit that goes above and beyond.

AAAAAAND I spiraled. into the quick Criminal Minds au thread now.

Note: this also counts as my detective/ CSI au

So to read my criminal mind au for each couple hit the read more button

Okay, so Simon, met Daphne as a suspect. Son of a Murdered bigshot casino owner, who was suspected of killing his dad for the money. had to go undercover to his Dad’s casino with her as his girlfriend to clear his name.

Kate, a rival FBI agent that the FBI sent to spy on the team and steal their latest serial killer case, because it falls under their jurisdiction or something. Met Anthony because she was tasked on tailing him until the case was solved. ( Kate is perpetually furious every time Anthony claims he’s going to marry her little sister. Who is the forensics specialist in the case)

Sophie, escaped victim of a serial killer targeting women in abusive situations. She met Benedict because she was put in witness protection and is the key to solving the murders of her predecessors. He’s tasked with keeping her safe.

Penelope, suspect in another crime, turned collaborator with the Criminal Minds team. Colin’s close friend, he didn't find out that she had a double life selling state secrets to the mafia, until one of the high profile people she was doing business with turned up dead. Penelope got a plea deal and house arrest in Colin’s house in exchange for helping solve the string of murders.

Phillip, distraught father of two children retrieved from a human trafficking gang in one of Eloise’ cases that she feels responsible for. Since he’s suspected of also murdering his wife the team can’t release the kids into his custody until Eloise either clears Phillip’s name or finds conclusive evidence of a murder. (In the end it turns out that the wife death was a suicide)

Michael Ex Con turned detective. Who occasionally collaborated with the Danbury team. Cousin to Francesca’s dead husband. Shortly after telling Francesca he was inlove with her, he was kidnapped on foreign soil and held hostage for 2 years. Francesca thought she’d never see him again. But now he’s free (twice as wicked) and wants to pursue a romantic relationship.

Gareth, Dabury’s grandson, victim, left for dead by his unhinged step father, he is the only lead the team has on the location on a cold case of stolen royal diamonds that the killer wants to get his hands on. Hyacinth is assigned to both protect him and translate the clues left in his Italian great grandmother’s diary on the place the diamonds were hidden.

Lucy nice of a escaped serial killer. Helped Gregory put her uncle behind bars when they were in high-school. She’s his go-to friend for dating advice in his efforts to win over her model best friend Hermione and the Fiancee of a well known influencer. But when her uncle escapes prision and takes her hostage to teach Gregory a lesson, he stops at nothing to solve the case and get her back.

if someone wants to write this please do, it sounds interesting. And I would love to read it.

#Bridgerton #criminal minds au #polin #kanthony #benophie #philoise

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 6 months

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what do you have coming up

After CaM? I've got a few in my head.

enemies to lovers hotchniss get stranded in the alaskan wilderness

hotch watched Emily date the wrong men for years and is there for her every time

hotchniss teenage daughter hotch knows nothing about shows up at the bau one day

college au Emily is a summer nanny for widower hotch

high school drama au; Emily is the popular mayors daughter cheerleader and hotch is the outcast x

#ask #steph speaks #nonny

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somedayonbroadway · 2 years

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ok but like what about... newsies bau au .... 👀

Okay, this is my most requested AU other than The Ballerina. So here it is.

TW: mentions of abuse

Jack Kelly — Derek Morgan

Jack is a relatively young agent, in his late twenties and he comes from a very messy home. Jack was in and out of foster homes for most of his life and his dad was in and out of prison for drug abuse and the abuse of Jack’s mother who killed herself eventually. Jack’s dad loved him but didn’t understand how to show that. So he was very manipulative and would often try to buy Jack's love with presents. Jack wouldn’t understand this as a kid. He would end up in the care of Snyder when he was twelve and Snyder would abuse him sexually, telling him it was normal. He would also buy Jack gifts and sweets to trick him into the abuse, grooming him and some other boys before and after Jack. Jack grew up and joined the force, working to get to the FBI and he became a natural leader along the way, protective of his team and very loving with them. Jack is very athletic, loves to work out and play sports and he often tries to get his team involved in these activities with him.

Racetrack Higgins — Spencer Reid

Race grew up in a rough home too. His dad was emotionally unavailable and his mom is schizophrenic so he has to grow up quick, which is not easy for a young prodigy who is a true genius and starts taking college courses at the age of nine and studying in all of his free time to escape the realities of his world. His father is awful to him growing up, calling him inadequate and useless. Race grows up mute for a lot of his life, until he is about fifteen. He is bullied as he still has to go to high school while still studying college level classes. They are cruel to him, humiliating him every time they get the chance. When Race is eighteen, he is recruited by the BAU. He earns three PHDs and is a speed reader. He loves his team and looks up to them like his family. He especially looks up to Jack like the big brother he never had.

Katherine Plumber — Emily Prentiss

Katherine is very much an experienced agent when she gets to the BAU. She has done spy work around the world. She grew up in a very religious household and grew up under a father she rebelled against constantly, even going as far as getting herself pregnant on accident and then having an abortion, which her father was strictly against. She has been working to be a respected agent, rather than just being a female agent because she believes gender shouldn’t matter in the workplace. She is an expert interrogator and is very protective of her team, especially Race.

Spot Conlon — JJ

Spot is a liason. He doesn’t go out in the field that much but he still trains like he does. Spot grew up in Brooklyn with his four sisters and his single mother. He was the man of the house and was constantly working to feed his family and make sure everyone was safe and protected. He has a hard time when kids are involved in cases. He loves his sisters more than anyone.

David Jacobs — Penelope Garcia

David is wicked with computers. He is very much one of the sweetest people one could ever meet. He often flirts with Jack. Jack gets him stuffed animals all the time, with chocolates and flowers for fun. David grew up in a relatively normal home, with a twin sister and a little brother and two parents who loved them. David is very cautious and he does not like to work in the field at all. It’s not in his job description. He often brings treats for the team and is slightly naive when it comes to the world.

What do you think?

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mingi-bubu · 1 year

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Fic Updates~

CDrama Fics

I finished the Love O2O Meng Yiran x Yu Banshan fic, “even when i call you, it doesn't reach”. It's only 6.3k total words for all 6 chapters, but I'm finally done with it after several weeks past where I had wanted to finish it by.

I am so rewriting “bold and reckless, talk your way out of it” because I just have. No inspiration with where I had taken the story. So it's going to be redone. I think I had tried too hard to write something that is outside my wheelhouse. I'm good, I like to think, at writing angst. However, I don't think I'm good at writing angst when I'm forcing myself to write something the story isn't. If that makes sense.

Non-Cdrama Fics

I am still elbows-deep into my Criminal Minds au, but I am jumping between “collection: elle” and “The BAU Traumatized Kids Club”. Of the two, only “collection: elle” has been published. I think after three more chapters, I'll be able to get to the actual TKC story. The current chapter I'm writing now is focused on Elle and Tony meeting during free period, so she can be “Miss Student Guide”. The other three that are left, until we have her interludes in the main story, are a slice of life from college, Lola and Cindy's wedding, and when she and Tony part ways.

In the actual TKC story, I have several chapters that are currently being written. I fully expect that the chapters I have that are further down the timeline currently will change as I develop the universe more. I do like how I've developed Tyler and Sara's characters more. Carrie's is a bit more difficult, but considering it's still early doors and that she's dealing with the direct aftermath of her family's murder, I get it. I also like the handful of OCs I have that are literally just here in the story as background fluff, such as Carrie's friend in high school who thinks Reid is hot. She's a riot.

In my Derry Girls au, “you fancy you're a rebel”, I am currently one down, two to go on the three-split POV of the “first” chapter. James is done, but I'm in the middle of David's. I haven't gotten to the part where he gets attacked, but I did lay out more characterization for my OCs, who are David's bandmates in Nether Regions. I have a Pinterest board for the fic here if you want to see it!

This is part of #3, I just want to talk about my OCs a;ldsfkjsa Conor O'Carrol is the drummer and his FC is Andrew Garfield. His older brother Ciarán was the former drummer before uni that took him away from the lads. His FC is young Robert Sean Leonard. The O'Carrol's are Clare's cousins on her mom's side. Michael Connolly is the bass player, occasionally guitar when needed. His FC is young Takashi Kaneshiro. Jamie O'Neill is their frontman and de facto leader of the band. He can play guitar. His FC is Im Changkyun.

Still part of #3 & #4, but Clare is dating Mae, who is the accountant of NR.

There's probably something I'm missing, but I'm like. So tired rn a;flkjsadlkjf

#updates #jae.writes #fanfic

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corvuschronicles · 1 year

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Intro post

hi i’m cas, corvu, or crow and i’m making this blog to ramble about my writing, both fanfiction and original, it’s all likely to be queer in some way so obviously dni if you’re a homophobe, transphobe, racist, sexist, terf, radfem, prolifer, etc.

here’s a list of things i’m working on in order of progress:

Teen Wolf

I Have Friends In Not So Heavenly Places - a crossover with Criminal Minds in which a hacking attempt gone wrong gets the attention of the BAU, Sterek, ongoing, 18/?

Vera Natura - a season 2 rewrite with an original character as Scott’s cousin, Sterek, ongoing, 3/?

Sterek Week 2017 series - 7 works

Marvel

Horns and Webs and Miracles - self-indulgent fic going for that 2012 avenger fic vibe centering around Peter Parker, Loki, and Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, ongoing, 2/?

Earth-10088 Project - my own earth drawing sources from the MCU, comics, and shows focusing on “The Disasters”, which consists of Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Eddie Brock, Loki, Jessica Jones, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, and Matt Murdock, WIP, will have one-shots, art, and possibly a longer story

X-Men: Apocalypse AU! - in which Peter is just a bit faster in getting to the school and a little more brave when talking to Erik, Nightsilver, WIP

Supernatural

Foster Witch AU! - follows an original character who is a hunter and a witch that comes across the Winchesters on a hunt, they notice that John is not such a great father, and fearing for the boys’ safety, gets them away from their father, deciding to stay with the witch, the trajectory of the boys’ life changes for the better, WIP

do re mi verse - in which Castiel is a singer who releases a song about his ex (Dean), the whole thing is messy and toxic, a song fic based on a Blackbear song, complete(?), 3 works

Bones

Science Class is Canceled - High School AU! one-shot, intended to be part of a longer fic/series, undecided if it will be continued

Did I Take It Too Far? - song fic based on NDA by Billie Eilish, a sort-of character study on Zack Addy during the Gormogon Arc, Zack Addy/Jack Hodgins, one-shot

Psych

Real Fake Psychic AU! and/or Fake Real Psychic AU! - after an incident Shawn finds himself getting flashes of things he should not be able to see or know, all of the sudden he and his friends get thrown into the supernatural underbelly of Santa Barbara while also trying to navigate their new abilities, Shassie, WIP

Danny Phantom

Uncanny AU! - Danny goes into the portal after his friends leave, but he thinks to put on a far more protective suit first, after realizing he can “go ghost” he also notices that the more he does it, the more it changes him in both forms, will have art, perhaps one-shot series or longer work, Everlasting Trio, WIP

Collection(s)

Bone(s) Storage - all Bones related

Was Such A Bad Idea ‘Cause Now Everything’s Wrong (song fics) - all song fics, multifandom, multiship, ongoing, 3 works

Original Stories

BoS - fantasy boarding school setting with lots of world building, based on Norse mythology, deals with classism and racism in a post-pandemonium world where people have been granted gifts from the gods

VS - a convoluted story beginning in blackmailing and leading to murder, with supernatural elements, following a college dropout

feel free to ask me anything about any of these!

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borrowedtimeandspace · 2 years

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Promises, Promises

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From this list of gt prompts.

AU: BAU (Kept)

NOTE: Hoo boy, this is probably the longest one for the month. Please be aware that this is set in a pet AU and involves a scenario that, while not in graphic detail, describes situations that are dehumanizing and might be triggering for those who are sensitive to topics of assault.

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Stan struggled to unlock the door to his family's flat with one hand. It would be much easier for the ten-year-old to open using both hands, but one was currently occupied by an injured borrower.

No one else was home from school yet, so Stan hurried to his tiny bedroom. He closed the door and sat at his desk, letting his hand come to rest on the desk next to a pencil box the size of a couch to the young woman he held.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly as she scrambled out of his hand, finally free of his grasp.

"The hell do you think?!" she snapped. Her angry tone made Stan flinch back, but he knew she had every reason to be upset. After all, he'd found her being teased by a boy from Stan's year that was often cruel to him.

Teasing didn't feel like a strong enough word for what Stan had witnessed. He was reminded of that when the borrower turned from him, sat down hard, and rolled back her long skirt to assess the damage to the leg that refused to hold her weight. The middle of her shin was swollen, and the dark skin all around that area was mottled with deep, reddish bruises. Stan recognized the size, shape, and location as the spot where the other boy had pinched her leg, and his face felt hot at the memory.

He'd dangled her upside-down by that leg, and her skirt...

Stan hadn't fully understood the term 'seeing red' before today. Now he understood.

Getting angry about it all over again wouldn't do any good, so Stan took a deep breath to calm down and leaned in for a better look at her leg. "Is it bad?"

The woman gave Stan a sidelong glare. "What do you care?"

Stan blinked, once again shying back from her intense scrutiny. "I... well, I wanna help."

"Ha! Right, 'help'," the borrower gave a dry, derisive laugh. She shoved her skirt down over her legs and glanced around, gaze hovering on a jar in the back corner of Stan's desk. Holes were punched in the lid to allow its potential occupant to breathe. Stan's cheeks flushed again at the reminder, this time in embarrassment. He used to catch mice outside that he thought were hurt or lost, a habit his family had discouraged him from keeping years back. He never kept them for long, and his family were adamant that they didn't want mice running around the house. Hence the jar.

Obviously the borrower couldn't know that's what the jar was there for, and even Stan had to admit that what he'd done with her was, at the basic level, very similar.

Latching on to the evidence, the borrower rounded on Stan. "Real helpful, taking people from their homes and keeping them trapped in yours like some kind of rodent! Well, I'm not just gonna sit here and be a good little pet for you, boy!"

"It's not like that!" Stan insisted. The tiny woman jolted, staring warily up at Stan as he covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to be so loud, and now she was looking at him like he'd lash out at her.

"Sorry," he whispered, gathering his thoughts and taking more care with his tone the next time he spoke. "I didn't mean to take you away from home. Really. And I don't wanna keep you here, not forever. I just... He hurt you, bad, and I... I didn't know what to do."

Stan watched the tiniest changes in her expression as he spoke. The wide-eyed fear looked more and more surprised, and then confused with the deep furrowing of her brow. Then, when Stan finally trailed off, her chin lifted high.

"If you really want to help, then take me home."

A deep pang of guilt dug into Stan's gut as he hesitated to comply with her demand. It wasn't that he didn't want her to be able to go home, he knew he'd feel awful if he was stuck far from his family and everything that made him feel safe. It was just...

"Well...can you get home? With your leg like that, I mean?" He broached the topic as gently as he could, not meaning to be rude or make fun of her injury.

She bristled anyway, despite Stan's best efforts. "Of course I can!" she declared, shooting up from her seat. She managed to stay on her feet long enough to shout, "I don't need you taking care of me! Just because I'm smaller than you, doesn't make me hel-- Augh!!"

The second more weight shifted to her bad leg, the borrower crumpled in agony. In no time at all she meant from standing as proud and tall as she could manage, to falling back against the pencil case.

Stan was nearly in tears seeing her in so much pain. "Please, stop!" he cried, "You're gonna get hurt more!"

The borrower didn't have any more energy to argue. She clung to the edge of the pencil case with a miserable groan, her uninjured limbs curling in to her core.

"Please..." Stan scrubbed at his stinging eyes with the heel of his hand. "Can I please just...bring you bandages, or something?"

This time there was no retort, and barely any hesitation before the borrower nodded. Stan jumped up immediately to fetch first aid supplies.

Ten minutes later, Stan and the borrower managed to get her leg wrapped in gauze. She did the actual wrapping, and he cut the strips down for her. While she assessed her work, quietly relieved from some of the pain, she shot the hovering Stan a sharp look.

"This doesn't mean I agree to let you keep me."

"I don't wanna," Stan emphasized earnestly. "I just wanna help. If I take you back now when you can't walk so well, then he might find you and hurt you again! Or someone else might, and that's not fair."

She stared at Stan for a moment, then huffed a world-weary sigh. "If... If you swear to me that you'll take me home once I'm able..."

Stan's expression lit right up. "I promise!" He straightened his spine so she could clearly see him trace an X over his chest with a fingertip. "Cross my heart, hope to die."

She quirked an eyebrow at him, then gave another huff that Stan thought might be another scoff, but he wasn't sure.

He didn't have time to find out. The front door opened and shut in the distance and one of his big brothers called out something he couldn't understand from so far in the flat.

It was enough for the borrower to shoot to her feet again, panic unveiled completely for the first time since Stan met her. Eyes wide, breathing quickly, she mumbled, "Have to hide..." and tried to back away almost instinctively.

Thanks to her leg wrappings, she couldn't easily hurt herself more with this movement, but she did lose her balance due to the lack of mobility. Stan's hands shot out to catch her before he could think twice about it.

In that flash of a second, Stan had a lot to consider. What the borrower had said about people her size being kept as pets wasn't uncommon at all-- quite common, actually, if one had the money for it. He knew this since it wasn't exactly a big secret, but this was the first time he'd really had to think about. None of it was pleasant to think about. All he knew for sure was that the woman in his hands was free, and if it was in his power, he'd do his best to keep it that way.

That meant keeping her safe, and judging by her reaction to Stan's brother coming home, she wouldn't feel safe if they knew about her. Stan trusted his brothers with his life, but it wasn't up to him. It was up to her, and she wanted to hide.

Stan moved swiftly, careful to not jostle the borrower. He grabbed a fresh shirt from his dresser and came to crouch by his bedside bookcase. There was a random pile of books stacked in the bottom shelf with an empty space in the opposite corner. Stan shoved his shirt into the corner, layering it up to act as a cushion.

"Stan?" called his brother, close enough now to recognize as the oldest, Simon. "You home?"

"Changing!" Stan replied as he reached down to gently slide the borrower from his hand to the shirt. With his hands free, Stan straightened the pile of books and began to drag them to the corner to block her from sight in case any of his brothers decided to come in. He hesitated only to whisper an introduction that he realized belatedly he had yet to give.

"I'm Stan. Stan Baker. You're safe with me, I promise."

#TW: assault #TW: dehumanization #cw: assault #cw: dehumanization #pet AU #gtjuly #gtjuly2022 #BAU #young stan baker #Stan Baker #borrower OC #giant tiny #tiny #the borrowers

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haytson-fics · 2 years

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And because I love your OCs and their relationship so much, I'd LOVE to learn more about how they met in the BAU AU, how their relationship started, anything you want to include about their backstory :D

Their relationship started back in high school. Aoife had just moved in from Ireland and Del was immediately smitten. They were young and it truly was puppy love at first. They dated for a few years and grew incredibly close, then Del’s family moved back to London and they broke up. After the heartbreak of how they broke up they didn’t keep in contact and neither of them knew they’d entered the same career path. Aoife went a bit off the rails after Del left trying to hide just how much it had hurt her for years after. About 13-14 years later, Aaron found Del working with Interpol and offered her a job in the BAU, which she accepted. Aoife was already a part of the team at that point. She and Aaron had been friends the whole time. Anyway so that’s how they met again and Aoife took some time to forgive Del for breaking her heart.

#tolkienlockian #aoife hayes #delilah watson #OC #ocs #my OC #original characters #original character #ask #my asks #haytson

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breannacasey · 2 years

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rules: post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people are you have wips

tagged by @oneawkwardcookie, thank you!

I'm including a screenshot of my WIP folder just so you believe me when I say, I only have one active WIP currently. (no clue why folders i haven't touched in months mark as modified today but oh well)

[ID: Screenshot showing two folders titled Abandoned and Choose Your Own Legends Adventure, and 3 word files: Baby Pretzel (2018-12-14), Bright at the BAU (2020-10-03), CEGEP AU (2022-06-10). /end ID]

Choose Your Own Legends Adventure: pretty self-explanatory title, Legends of Tomorrow Choose Your Own Adventure fic

Baby Pretzel: again, self-explanatory, Pardison pregnancy fic

Bright at the Bau: this one's been asked about several times in things like this before, there's nothing left to say

CEGEP AU: my only active WIP at the moment, cegep is a Québec only school level between high school and university. It's a Tarlos fic.

Tagging @alidravana @alilypea @aliceschuyler @bibright @sneetchestoo @actuallylorelaigilmore @morganaspendragonssonss @terramous @marjansmarwani

#tag game #my writing #my post

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patrickblank · 27 days

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HIGH SCHOOL DINER

Der Stoff der Sehnsucht sind die Gefühle, und diese haben die Beschaffenheit flüchtig zu sein. Meinerseits bin ich auf eine Sehn-sucht gestossen, die mich besonders umtreibt – die Sehnsucht nach Begegnung.

Zuerst waren da die in Grau gerahmten Fotografien aus meiner Ausstellung „Keine Liebesgrüsse aus Moskau“. Die Ausstellung fand 2019 im Sentitreff in Luzern statt und handelte von der Sehnsucht, eine Brieffreundin in Moskau zu besuchen. Diese Bilder sind das Ausgangsmaterial für die Jook Box geworden, mit deren Bau ich erstmals versuchte, das Sehnsüchtige bzw. Träumerische in einem dreidimensionalen Objekt zu materialisieren.

Im Abschlussjahr habe ich angefangen ein kleines Diner zu bauen. Das amerikanische Diner geht auf die Tradition zurück, dass ausrangierte Speisewagen der Eisenbahn als Imbiss oder Restaurants weiter betrieben wurden. Die Idee, selbst ein Diner zu bauen, ist, der Sehnsucht einen Raum zu geben! Im High School Diner, wie ich es nenne, fügen sich die gerahmten Fotografien, die Jook Box mit ihrer Musik und weitere Objekte oder Fundsachen langsam zu einem wirklichen kleinen Café zusammen. Und es fragt sich: Wird das High School Diner nach seiner Fertigstellung vielleicht gar nicht mehr als Kunstwerk wahrgenommen, sondern „nur noch“ als ein kleines amerikanisches Café, wo es die Möglichkeit gibt, einen Kaffee zu trinken, Menschen zu begegnen und/oder von etwas zu träumen? Und wäre das schlimm, wenn das dann so wäre? Für mich nicht.

(Patrick Blank zur Abschlussarbeit an der Hochschule Luzern - Design & Kunst und zur Abschlussausstellung NOVA BRUNNEN in Brunnen 2022)

Foto: HIGH SCHOOL DINER in der Abschlussausstellung Nova Brunnen, Foto: René Gisler, 2022

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 7 months

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Dear Gifter...

Hello, friends! As the year draws to a close, it's that time again for me to enlist in a whole host of Secret Santas to bring everyone some December cheer and hopefully put a lot of smiles on a lot of faces :)

A few of the gift exchanges I've participated in for years are changing their formats for signups this year, so I'm adjusting with them! I decided that, in order to make it easier for my various gifters to know what I like, I'd create this 'Dear Gifter' post to link to them!

So, if you have me for a Secret Santa exchange this year, this next part's for you <3

I've listed some general likes/dislikes, as well as fandom-specific likes/dislikes for the major fandoms I participate in gift exchanges for! If you'd like a list of specific likes for a fandom not mentioned below, just shoot me an ask on anon and I'll post one :)

General Likes:

Angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, self-harm, abuse, trauma, nightmares, autistic characters, asexual characters, poly relationships, QPRS, crackfics, college AUs, high school AUs, soulmate AUs, coming out fics, getting together/first kiss, non-sexual BDSM, BDSM AUs, Christmas fics, rarepairs, unrequited love, paranormal AUs

General Dislikes:

Alcohol (**TRIGGER**), smut/NSFW, sickfics, bugs, vomit, extremely detailed gore, physical whump/torture, mafia AUs, royalty AUs

For Shadowhunters:

Likes: Alec Lightwood centric, Autistic Alec, Asexual Alec, any fics that deal with Alec's self-harm, pre-canon fics, Lightwood sibling feels, parabatai feels, worldbuilding (ESPECIALLY in regards to the Fae Realm), HOTI Alec, trans Magnus, Malec, Jalec, Malace, Jimon, Lysabelle, immortal Malec, different first meeting, sub Alec, Dom Magnus, switch Jace, sub Jace, Dom Simon

Dislikes: S3 plotline NOT including the wedding, Inquisitor Alec, good parents Maryse and Robert Lightwood, bad parabatai Jace Lightwood, Clizzy, Luke/Maryse, Dom Alec, reverse AUs

For Leverage:

Likes: Eliot Spencer centric, pre-canon fics, Eliot/Damien Moreau, any fics that explore a fucked up/abusive relationship between Eliot and Damien Moreau, Autistic Eliot, Autistic Parker, ADHD Hardison, trans Eliot, asexual Parker, the OT3, Eliot/Quinn, Nate & Eliot as father/son or master/slave, cooking, botany/gardening, character study, post-canon fics, Leverage team as family, Dom Parker, sub Eliot, switch Hardison

Dislikes: Romantic Eliot/Nate, total AUs (i.e., not within the Leverage universe, such as college AUs), MCD, angst with no happy ending, Dom Eliot, sub Parker, unrequited love

For Detroit: Become Human:

Likes: Reed900, Gavin Reed centric, RK900 centric, Markus centric, reverse AUs, Hank & Connor as father/son, Jericho polycule, Simarkus, romantic Hankcon, Detroit: Evolution/Detroit Reawakening universe, slice of life, case fics, any fics set during the Android Revolution, asexual Nines, agender/non-binary Nines, non-binary Gavin, trans Gavin, Gavin Reed backstory/character study, aromantic Kara, detective/cop AUs, sub Gavin, Dom Nines

Dislikes: Fics that portray Gavin Reed in a bad light, POV Connor, POV Kara, total AUs (i.e. not within the realm of the DBH universe) EXCEPT detective AUs, Dom Gavin, sub Nines

For Criminal Minds:

Likes: Emily Prentiss centric, Jemily, Morcia, Morreid, BAU as family, case fics, Reid's drug use, Emily Prentiss with a self-harm habit, cottagecore/farm life/small town AUs, Autistic Hotch, Autistic Reid, ADHD Emily Prentiss, AuDHD Penelope Garcia, asexual Reid, JJ backstory/character study, infidelity (specifically JJ cheating on Will), pre-canon fics, Momily, kid fics, seasons 3-7

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thesiriusmoon · 10 months

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First Case

Summary: Bonnie is invited to assist on her first case, and got more than what she was expecting.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: Own

Word count: 4.9K

A/N: I make a lot of stuff up in this so just go with it! I make facts up a lot lol

TW: detail of blood and gore

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“Wheels up in thirty.” Agent Hotchner announced and Bonnie could have hit the roof and landed in Seattle already not having needed to use the jet.

It had been three months this she started her new job as the BAU’s (Agents Hotchners) assistant and she’d been invited to assist on a case. Not as a profiler or an agent, but to help out. Sort things, write down information, and keep up to date. Like a walking talking diary for the team.

Her go bag has been ready since her first day and followed Emily closely towards the jet, it was magnificent. She’d never imagine she’d ever step foot in something like this.

“You like it?” Emily asked knowingly, and Bonnie chuckled.

“It’s amazing.”

“Very comfy too!”

And the two entered and found a seat.

The rest of the team followed shortly and she thought it was a bit cramped for seven people, but it was fine none the less.

“Three killings, all stabbed and had their hair cut off, all dumped around the Livingstone park. Within four weeks. Which means around one killing per week.” Agent Hotchner read from his file, one that each agent had been given by Jennifer and Bonnie began writing in her notepad.

“The hair means something to him. Women love their hair, this dude hates women. So what does he do? Take away their identity and their looks. He’s angry and wants them to feel as low as he does.” Derek waded in, and by instinct Bonnie stroked her own hair. She did love hers. It was unique. Bright orange when the sun shone down on her, and cool ginger when there was no light. She’d hate to have it all cut off or lose it somehow.

“I think he knows the area. That park is two thousand acres, he can cover a lot of ground.” Said Emily.

“Are we sure it’s a guy? I mean, it seems like it could be jealousy. Possibly a woman who doesn’t see herself as pretty or well liked and she attacks attractive women then defiles something that most of us care for and always want to look nice, our hair.” Jennifer commented and Agent Gideon frowned.

“You might be onto something JJ. They leave the bodies face up, no remorse for what they’ve done. It could either me a man suffering from rejection or a woman full of jealousy. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get down there.”

“Did you know that in a recent survey taken in a Las Vegas high school, girls were asked what aspect of themselves they treasure most, and the highest answer was their hair. Not their body or maybe their face, but their hair. I-I think it’s because your hair can really change the way you look. You can change your face with makeup and surgery and your body by exercising and-and eating, but it’s easier to get a haircut or dye it.” Spencer gifted the team with his extensive knowledge.

“So you think whoever’s doing this is to make their victims… ugly?” Agent Gideon questioned, looking down to Spencer who nodded.

“Possibly.”

“Well all the girls do look kinda similar. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny.” Derek had said before Agent Hotchner spoke.

“When we arrive I want Reid, Morgan, JJ, down at the police station find out anything you can about what’s been done. Gideon, and Prentiss, and I will visit the dump site.” He closed the conversation swiftly, along with his file.

“What will I do?” Bonnie asked eagerly.

Agent Hotchner thought for a moment. “Come with me. But if you feel sick or something you can head back and go to the police station with the others.”

But she swore she wouldn’t. This is what she’s preparing for. Her future. She’d have to get used to gory scenes at some point. And she wanted to prove she was capable of helping the team.

“Yes sir.”

And shortly after, the jet landed and Bonnie dug her nails into the arms of her chair, scared they would crash but had instead rolled smoothly into an airport.

Immediately, agent Hotchner, Gideon, and Emily were on their way to the Livingstone National Park, Bonnie in the backseat next to Emily.

“You ever seen a dead body before.” Emily asked suddenly and Bonnie almost laughed at how absurd that question was.

“Once.” She kept her answer short. Not wanting to give any more information about her past to the team.

It was rough growing up. Her mother and father migrated to America from Scotland when she was twenty two, Bonnie was four. Her red hair a flame and full of wonder. Her parents were convinced about the American dream, but neither of them had ever kept down a job, instead they fell down a hole of drug addiction. At the age of eighteen, her mother had found herself pregnant after a faulty condom broke, then six years later, it was her little girl who found her father laying lifeless in their apartment bathroom. A drug overdose. Since then her and her mother have been eating small plates and sometimes using cold water for showers. The apartment in which they live in now isn’t great. It needs a lot of work but neither of them have money to pay for it. Bonnie was accepted to college for outstanding grades as a young age. Child prodigy as her mother would say and tell her every day how proud she was of her. But lately she hasn’t seen her much, or heard anything similar in a couple of years.

“Who was it?”

“Emily.” Agent Hotchner had a stern look on his face and she gulped.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure you guys have seen lots. I’m just excited to be helping.”

Agent Gideon smiled a little. “Let’s hope you still feel that way when we’re done.”

They arrived at the park, and were welcomed by one of the rangers.

“Thank you for coming Sir. I’m Sandy Parker, head of the rangers and the park.” A broad woman possibly in her mid thirties with short red hair, a tattoo on her left arm, and a bulbous nose shook Agent Hotchners hand. She had been leaning up against a pick-up truck, the same colour as her hair.

“Thank you for letting us in. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this here is SSA Jason Gideon, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Bonnie.”

And Bonnie. It sounded a little funny. Here’s three intelligent agents, and a kid. We’re here to solve the crime. Just like scooby doo.

“Oh my god am I the dog?” Bonnie thought to herself.

“Right this way. One of my coworkers Andy found her. He hasn’t blinked since.” Her tone was steady, deep, she must be very professional, or has seen something like this before.

As they were led through the forest, Bonnie noted how close the trees were. Not really good for entering. And she wrote it down. There had to be another entrance somewhere. It would be hard to move around in here without making a noise or dropping the body you carried.

Before she even knew it, the agents had stopped walking, and the three of them were staring downwards. So Bonnie did too, and almost vomited.

It was horrible. The girl must have been around her age. Brunette, small, skinny, but perky. That’s the ideal type isn’t it? To be thin but also have a little something going on. She knew that she want to be like that. But was rather flat, as she would put it when looking in the mirror.

The girls hair was chopped right to the scalp, bald patches shining here and there and some cuts on where the shearing had gone too close to the head.

The girls face was grey, totally lifeless. But what the worst part of it was, was that it was hardly a face. It had been mutilated with a blade.

“Fifteen stab wounds. Most to the face, some to the body which is probably what killed her.” Sandy sighed. “Poor girl. You never think something like this could ever happen to you. She was so pretty too… shame.” Sandy said staring right down at the girls bloody corpse.

In her notes, Bonnie wrote down about the overkill. The rage.

But was there hair here? On the ground? Or any blood splatters? If the girl was killed here, the hair that was cut should be here too.

“There’s no hair around here. Or blood.” She said.

“You’re right…” Agent Hotchner mumbled. “He’s not killing them here. He might be holding them.” And he flipped out his phone.

“Garcia, I need you to find missing persons report on brunette young girls, typically attractive, thin, and small.”

“She’s on it. Hopefully we can find out his type. And he might already found his next victim.”

Bonnie gulped hard.

Once there was nothing else to look at, the four began travelling back to the car through branches and twigs.

“That was some good spotting kid.” Agent Gideon made Bonnie jump.

“Oh… thank you sir.” Smiling gratefully.

“I hear your studying criminal justice?”

“Yes sir I am. I’m almost finished. I’ve been skipping a lot of grades and should be finished next year at some point.”

“Oh another genius! So tell me, what are you planning to do once you’re done?”

“FBI training.” She said proudly and Agent Gideon smiled.

“Well you’ve proven you know your stuff well. Keep it up and you’ll be in the BAU in no time. I’ll make sure of it. That’s how Spencer got in! Knew him when he was studying and could see his wits from miles away. Once he was done all he had to do was give me a call.”

If he was hinting at her doing the same thing, she might faint.

She’s always had a passion for justice. She was smart and wanted to use it for good. Help others. Save them. Make something of herself instead of falling into the same path are the one her mother is taking.

“So what have you found?” Agent Hotchner asked Jennifer who began filling him in on missing girl cases and had three pictures up on a clear board which Spencer was scribbling profusely on, while Derek read over the victims files.

“No sexual assault on any of them. I think JJ might be right. It might be a woman.”

Jennifer sighed. “But how is she doing it?”

“Being nice?” Bonnie suggested.

“Gaining their trust.” Said Gideon, taking a seat. “These young girls wouldn’t think twice about a woman or another young girl showing kindness would they? They’re more trustworthy than men.”

“I don’t know about you guys but I wouldn’t just walk away with a strange woman just because she’s nice to me.” Jennifer commented and Bonnie nodded her head agreeing.

Then Emily added, “Trustworthy. People of authority uh… police officers, nurses maybe, someone the public is brought up to know will help them.”

“So how’s she getting rid of the bodies.” Agent Hotchner asked the question they were all thinking.

“A car would be too small I think. Too easy to get evidence on it. So maybe a van, or a truck. Something bigger that would have space to hold someone.” Spencer spoke to the board he was staring at.

“Great. We’re ready to deliver the profile, good work guys.” Agent Hotchner left the room with the team following in his footsteps.

The whole police departement sat before them, looking up at them eagerly wanting just as much they did to catch the person doing this. Sandy from the park had also arrived. She wanted to find who was defiling her beloved park just like everyone else.

Agent Hotchner spoke first. “The person were looking for is female. All victims have been white so we feel safe to assume this unsub is too.”

Then Derek. “She’s someone trustworthy. It could be someone of the law or of some other authority. These girls don’t have to question whether or not they’re safe with the unsub.”

“She’s full of rage. These women are everything that she wants to be. Small, thin, pretty, and she’s taking her own insecurities out on them, shown by the over kill and cutting of hair.” Emily spoke up.

“So we’re looking for a woman who may not be the same age as these victims. She’s old enough to know the Livingstone area well and clever enough to plan out her attacks and kidnappings.” Said Spencer.

“That’s right. These aren’t spree killings or sudden fits of anger. These girls are being kidnapped, held, tortured, then murdered.” Agent Gideon finished, all of the detectives and officers had their mouths gaping. Sandy’s expression was sour and Bonnie couldn’t blame her. The innocence of these young girls were ripped from them cruelly. All because some bitch never learned how to love herself.

“That’s all for now. Thank you.” Agent Hotchner allowed the detectives to go back to work.

At that moment, Sandy had her phone to her ear, and looked wide eyed to Agent Hotchner. “Sir, they’ve found another body.”

“What? Already?” Bonnie followed quickly to keep up with his long strides and they ended up in the jeep, Emily and Derek in the back as Bonnie had accidentally taken the passenger seat. She could tell Derek was a little annoyed at that.

“Another body… they’re picking up the pace man.” Derek said worriedly and Agent Hotchner nodded.

“It’s weird… we were literally just there and the second we leave there’s another body… how?”

“Maybe they were watching us. They knew we were there and waited until we were gone to dump another.” Emily commented from her back seat.

Bonnie hadn’t seen anyone in the trees… maybe they were high up like a bird and she had missed it.

“Over this way!” Sandy yelled having beat them to the scene, this time in a small black car. The truck must be used for park purposes.

The team followed into the scraggly bushes, and went deep into the forest about a ten minute walk until they laid eyes on their latest victim.

Just the same as the last, but a more violent attack had occurred. The girls ear was missing, the other still intact with a dangly sapphire earring. Her face was practically gone. Mush.

“How could…” Bonnie choked and Emily lay a gently hand on her shoulder.

From the rest of her body, she looked young. Nineteen maybe twenty or eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her and now it was nothing but ashes. They couldn’t even identify her yet…

“ID in her pocket. Drivers licence. Katy Darnwall, seventeen.” One of the officers handed Agent Hotchner the girls card with a glove. She was one of the girls on Spencer’s board.

Seventeen… possibly the youngest of the lot. Probably still in high school not yet completed her exams…

“That’s disgusting…” holding the back of her hand against her mouth, Bonnie took a deep breath while Emily squeezed her grip.

“How long has she been here?” Derek asked the officers.

“Dumped today. She’s still warm. A dog found her. He was off his leash.”

“If you like I can take you to the park station and we can call her parents.” Sandy suggested, looking down at the girl.

“No… we need to have a look around. See how the unsub got this deep in. There’s close trees, there has to be a path easier to get in.” Agent Hotchner shook his head and turned his attention to Emily and Derek.

“Split up and try and find the entrance, you too Bonnie, note down anything suspicious.”

And she obliged immediately. Anything not to look at the blood still pouring out of the young girls face.

On her way she went. Separating from the group with her notepad in hand. Writing as her mind refused to stop thinking for just a second.

“Woman… older… not very pretty, or thin.” She spoke out loud. “Truck or van…” just subconsciously, a face blinked in her mind. Sandy was a bit like that. She wasn’t trying to be mean or insulting but that’s just what the description made her think of. Maybe there’s someone living out here pretending to be a guide and luring these girls into a cabin or shed.

Bonnie had been walking through a dirt path for about ten minutes now, not even realising, and saw at the bottom of a hill was in fact, a shed. It was hard to see. Moss covered the sides and blended the building into the trees and bushes. Just like the rest of the forest, the trees were close together. Anyone walking past wouldn’t have even seen it.

But Bonnie really did love quizzes and challenges. Amazing at spot the difference and games were you had to find hidden objects in pictures that blended into its surroundings. She didn’t know what that game was called but she had named it ‘the chameleon game.’

Immediately she pulled out her phone to dial Agent Hotchners number, but no signal.

“Shit!” She cursed and turned back to the shed that looked pretty old. Shabby but… well kept. There was a garden with flowers. Tulips. And a small lake, almost like a big puddle about twenty feet away.

She couldn’t turn back now, she was afraid she’d forget her steps. So she went forward towards the shed.

Watching her footing, careful not to trip, she began her descent, and noticed there was a path to her left. That must be how this person is getting the victims out easily, instead of treading through all these branches. Another on the right near the puddle lake. Must be how they get in.

“Hey.” Bonnie’s soul almost left her body and she slipped down onto the dirty ground, covering her skirt in dry mud.

Whipping around she saw Sandy and sighed with relief, getting back to her feet. “Hey… did you know this shed was here?” She asked, pointing in the direction.

“Never seen that thing in my life.” The woman shrugged.

But she’s the head of the rangers right? She needs to know all about the park.

“How come?” She asked innocently, as anxiety began to fill her stomach, something wasn’t right.

“Just never saw it. Some of these woods are still undiscovered.”

Well that couldn’t be true. There was a map at the station for visitors so they don’t get lost. Unless this wasn’t on the map.

“Oh right… well…” she didn’t really know what to do now.

“We’ll check it out together alright? I’m here with you. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sandy’s smile had eased her, so she began to walk. Trusting her.

The closer to the shed she got, the louder the alarms were in her head. But she didn’t know what to do about them. Sandy was here, but Bonnie was beginning to doubt whether that was a good thing.

Older woman, not ideally pretty, not thin, trustworthy, authoritative, truck… it all added up and formed into the woman walking right next to her.

And… had she been following her? She was a long way away from the dump site, why hadn’t she let herself be known…

Sandy was a few steps in front of her, and Bonnie caught a glimpse of something shiny. “What’s that?” She had suddenly asked, curious on the little blue gem in Sandy’s hand, twirling between her fingers.

“Just a little something I found.”

Katy Darnwall’s missing earrings.

The look of realisation must have been clear, as Sandy smiled and approached Bonnie slowly, and once reached, took strands of her hair through her stubby fingers, admiring it in her hand.

“Y’know, in all my life I’ve actually never seen someone with ginger hair before. Must be a foreign thing. It’s very pretty. Just like you. You’re thin, small, got nice rosy cheeks.” To which she pinched Bonnies face. A little too hard and Bonnies breathing hitched.

She wanted to cry out of fear. Scream for Agent Hotchner or Emily who wouldn’t even hear her. Someone safe. Someone to save her.

“And gorgeous blue eyes! Y’know how rare it is for ginger people to have blue eyes? Only zero point two percent in the entire world has that.” She looked down at Bonnie with a twisted smile, still playing with her hair in her fingers, with her free hand she stroked her cheek.

“I bet you’ve had a lot of boyfriends huh?”

“N-no… I’ve never dated anyone.” And that was true. She didn’t have the time nor the confidence to do so.

“Oh really? Why’s that? You’re a really beautiful girl. No one would ever want to date someone like me.” Sandy laughed, a little crazed. “But you… I know everyone wants a piece of you, and I hate you!” The hair between Sandy’s fingers was yanked hair and Bonnie fell down, suddenly feeling the weight of a boulder coming down on her face.

Scared and unsure what was happening, she pushed up hard, and rolled down the rest of the hill with Sandy running behind her. Hitting her head on stones or twigs on the earthy ground until she came to a quick stop and jumped, bolting for the shed.

“Get back here you little shit!” Bonnie screamed with fright and tried to door handle which didn’t budge, and dipped out the way before the pocket knife in which Sandy had pulled out collider with the wooden door, piercing it right through.

As she sprinted behind the shed she whipped out her phone and prayed for even just a little signal, but came up blank. But she pressed the call button anyways, letting it ring in her pocket.

There was the path to her left. The one which Sandy must have been using to dispose the bodies. If she followed it, it could lead her back to the team. Back to Agent Hotchner who’d know what to do.

The air was went still. Bonnie stifled sobs from pressing her back against the shed, trying to hear footsteps or dirt crunching to get an idea on where Sandy was now.

But there was nothing. Which was more terrifying actually.

Run for it. You’re quick and she’s a little bigger than you are. She might not catch you.

Bonnie crept to the edge of the shed where she reluctantly peeked her head round the corner to see it open. Wanting to not think about anything anymore, her legs took control and she was running towards the path.

That was when Sandy pounced. She was a hunter. Knew how to catch prey in these woods, and she was pretty quick on her feet.

“HELP!” Bonnie screamed into the woods as hot tears rolled down her face. She didn’t have protection like the others with their guns. She had her bare hands and feet that were shaking all over she didn’t know how much she could run.

“HOTCH!” She screamed again, begging for the one member of the team she longed for. His approval, his praise, everything. He was just amazing. So calm and preserved yet caring and understanding. She felt safe when she worked with him and always felt bubbly when he smiled at her. He was the only person she thought of when running.

Sandy was catching at a frightening speed, like a cheeta chasing an antelope, and Bonnies skirt wasn’t in her favour, restricting the movement of her legs, which she would curse out later for possibly being the reason she had been caught so quickly.

Sandy was on top of her again in a flash, but she kicked with all her might and strength in her body to stop the woman from turning her into her next victim.

“Bonnie!” The sound of a man’s voice slipped through her ears, not really processing it at all as her brain was too busy instructing Bonnie on how to dodge a blade.

One hard kick after bringing her knees up close to her chin had done the trick to loosen the larger woman’s grip on her and she crawled backwards, eyes manic with fear but she had forgotten how to stand.

Though she didn’t have to.

“Stop right there!” It was Derek, standing on higher ground pointing his gun directly at Sandy who had not paid him any attention. Instead she was looking hungrily in the direction of Bonnies small frame. Snarling like an animal fighting for food.

The woman lunged and Bonnie screamed.

Then a gunshot.

Bonnies shut eyes tentatively opened, and was horrified by the bloody scene in front of her.

Sandy had been shot through the chest. One clean shot. Her blood pooled around her body, as well as dripped from Bonnies nose.

“Kid?! Are you alright?” Derek’s voice was muffled. She couldn’t stop staring at the woman.

“She tried… she tried to…” she was ashamed on how her sobs broke loose but was comforted by the strong arms of Derek around her.

Picking her up swiftly with the young girl clinging onto his shoulders, legs weak, she watched as Sandy’s lifeless figure became smaller and smaller until she was gone.

She must have fallen asleep or passed out because when she opened her eyes again, her and Derek had just arrived back at the park station.

The strong man put her down and steadied her with his hand.

“You alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” He questioned frantically, checking her for cuts or bruises.

“I don’t know… my arm is a little sore.” Derek pulled her blazer up and winced.

“Must have got you and you didn’t realise. Will need stitches.” His gaze softened and his hand caressed her cheek, it was much more friendly than Sandy’s.

“Some first case right?” She had tried to joke but choked on a sob afterwards.

There was embarrassment and let down. She wanted to be in this field so badly but had fumbled her first chance.

“Bonnie! Oh my god, thank god you’re safe.” Once the pair walked in, Agent Hotchner sped over and had engulfed her in a hug, which she returned tightly. “You did it. You found her, seriously well done.”

She didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Your call to me, Garcia tracked it and Derek found you first. Officers are down at the shed and have found two girls. Without you, they wouldn’t have been found.”

Bonnie could have vomited now with the knowledge that she had been right at that shed and had no idea… but how could she? She tried the door and it was locked. She couldn’t get in if she wanted to. She couldn’t kick down door the way Derek could.

“But I failed.” Her lip quivered.

“Failed?” Jennifer scoffed with a smile. “Bonnie you caught her. And those other girls are safe now because of you. I’d call that success.”

“Days in the field are hard. Sometimes it gets rough.” Agent Gideon nodded his head.

“But if Derek hadn’t-“

“No. Enough. You did good. And I’m sorry for sending you out there alone… if I had any idea then…” Agent Hotchner sighed. “We found out probably the same time as you when we realised Sandy had gone. We were looking everywhere and your call helped us find you.”

Bonnie pulled the phone out of her pocket and checked that it had eventually went through.

“Thank you.” She whispered and Agent Hotchner led her outside with the rest of the team, away to get some medical treatment to which Bonnie still couldn’t really feel her arm. She just knew that it hurt. The blood on her coat said otherwise however.”

Fresh stitches, clean clothes, a good rest. The plane back to DC would be a little while and she was very excited to sleep, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to commit to it.

She’d never been attacked like that before. It had been a serious eye opener to who the BAU actually deal with. But then there was thrill to do it all over.

“So…caught your first bad guy today huh?” Emily said with a smirk on her face at the other side of the table in the jet.

Bonnie chuckled. “I guess so.”

“I read your notes. You were ahead of us. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must have been though. Figuring it out alone when the person is right there next to you… that must have sucked ass.”

“It did. But it’s over now.”

Emily winked to Bonnie. “Damn right it’s over. If you were of age I’d offer you a drink.”

“Legal age in Scotland is eighteen y’know.”

“Yeah well, I’m not ready to lose my badge yet.” The two of them laughed. Bonnie didn’t drink anyways, she hated it.

“So… would you like to tell me what the first body you ever saw was then?” Emily asked and Bonnie twisted her mouth as she stared around the window at the soft clouds passing by.

“My dad.” She said absently. “Drug overdose. I was six. Me and my mum have been ourselves ever since.”

Emily frowned deeply and stretched her hand over to where Bonnies lay on the table. “Well, if you ever need someone I’m only a phone call away. We all are. Each of us all have some sort of trouble one way or another… you’re part of the team even if you’re an assistant. You’re part of the BAU.”

Bonnie smiled in spite of the void in her chest, sniffed before closing her eyes.

“Thank you… Emily.”

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