❝ EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO KILL SOMEONE. ❞
❝ I REALLY HOPE SHE'S TALKING FIGURATIVELY. ❞
( BOOK TWO of FIGHT OR FLIGHT )
Scout Wiley was once in love with the abyss. It was her mistake for getting too comfortable. She knew she shouldn't have lie...
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8th of October NCAVC Quantico, Virginia
"SO, DO YOU want to tell me what's going on? Or are you going to lie to me again?"
JJ narrowed her eyes as she sat down in the chair across from Scout. The brunette watched, a sneer playing at her lips, seeing the door of the interrogation room close and the confused look on her daughter's face.
Her nostrils flared, "She has nothing to do with this. You let her go, you have no reason to hold her here!"
"Agent Prentiss is taking care of her. And I believe Agent Morgan is questioning your - friend. What was his name again?"
"I never said," Scout leaned forward in her chair, "And frankly, it is none of your business. But those files from earlier? That should be your priority. Not my daughter."
"So, she is your daughter."
She pursed her lips but stayed quiet. It wasn't a question, but more of a matter of fact. The look that JJ had in her eyes said it all. The blonde was starting to dig further, and Scout wasn't about to hand over that information so easily.
"Is that really the only thing you're going to focus on? I brought the BAU four different people that have been murdered. I thought dead people was your expertise."
"And I thought killing them was yours?"
"Touché." She looked at how close they were to touching and smirked.
"You better back up, Jennifer. People used think we're gay, you want to prove it to them?"
The blonde sat back into her chair, pinched the skin between her brows, "Stop it. Stop acting like the past 14 years haven't meant anything. You really think you can walk in here and expect for nothing to have changed?"
"Scout, you are a murderer. You shot at my family! You pointed a gun at Henry! Do you not realize what that means? You are a fucking criminal! You are the kind of person we profile and throw into jail! It's my job to deal with people like you."
"Your job? In case you forgot, Jennifer, it was my job too. I did my fair share for this team. I pulled my own weight. I didn't ask to raised the way that I was. I didn't have a choice. I was fucking brainwashed."
JJ scoffed, "Right, brainwashed."
"What else would you call it? It was to make someone adopt radically different beliefs by using systematic and often forcible pressure. That's what happened to me when I was a teenager."
