Flashback—
"With the information the kids gave me, I could nail this guy, Detective," I said, grabbing the case file from my desk.
"Then let's nail the weirdo," Derry replied as we both entered the interrogation room.
"You already know us, right, Michael?" I started, but he didn't say anything. "We already know you too. Your mother died in an incident when you were three. Your father, well, your father was an interesting fellow, wasn't he?" Michael's eyes narrowed, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table.
"Multiple child abuse claims, but none were investigated. That made you feel powerless, right? So, you decided to get back at the system for failing you? Is that it?" Finally, he spoke.
"Wrong." Those words brought me back to the denied letter I got from the BAU earlier. Detective Derry jumped in.
"Then help us make it right, man. I know you didn't mean any harm! You just wanted to help these children," he said.
"Chionophile," Michael muttered, his voice flat and emotionless.
"What, you're blaming all this on an obsession?" I slapped Mason's picture on the table. "This is what you did; you killed an innocent boy because of an obsession," I said, sitting back down in my seat.
"He wasn't strong enough," Michael replied, leaning back in his seat, his fingers brushing the boy's face in the photo.
"You wanted them to be like you?" He looked up briefly before staring back at the table.
"Lawyer." This man knew how to get under someone's skin. I left the room, leaving it up to Derry to call a public lawyer. What is this man doing? I'll probably have better luck with the wife. But before that, I walked into the office to check on the kids.
They were both coloring, silent as mice. "How are you guys doing?"
"Good," they said in unison. My phone chimed. It read:
𝗟𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.
"Liam's coming back soon. Are you guys excited?" I asked, sitting on the couch with them.
"Where are we gonna go?" Molly finally opened her mouth and asked.
"I don't know, but somewhere way better than the Craigers." She went back to her drawing, and I headed to the analyst desk.
"Umm, excuse me—Officer Prentiss?" I turned around to see a rookie cop with a file.
"Yes, what is this?" Flipping through it, I saw a woman and a man. It was a case file.
"We found the parents of Molly Wu, Ashton, and Gia Wu." I looked through the file. They were a wealthy family of two, seemingly in their early thirties.
"Why is Molly in foster care, then?" I asked as I heard a lady coming into the station, speaking loudly on the phone.
"Yes, yes. I'm here; I'll call you back." She rushed towards me.
"I guess you're about to find out," the rookie cop said before walking away.
"Do you have Molly?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.
"Ma'am, please calm down. Have a seat." She sat down and wiped her tears.
"We have a child named Molly with us. May I ask how you know about her?"
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the girl who lost things
Fanfictionjessie is trying to adapt to her life as a daughter of the bau after her mother gets a job there. She finally wants a normal life after everything that happened when she was younger. but, her secrets can only stay hidden for so long. this is a crimi...
