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chapter 1

just a warning, haven't written a fic in 3 years so take it easy on me! enjoy!!! :)

You woke up with a groan as you heard your alarm clock blare. You checked the time, it was 6:30 am, it confused you as to why it was set to that early but then it clicked. You had to kidnap and kill someone today. You tell yourself it's not as morbid as it sounds but it is, and tiring too. You sigh and swing your legs off the side of the bed, yawning before looking at the bedside next to where you were sleeping. A half naked, buff, blonde dude, aka your partner in crime lay there still snoozing despite the violent alarm clock that could have been heard a mile away. 

You tried convincing yourself that you wanted to be with him, but the truth is you needed to be with him, and for all the wrong reasons. You needed brawn you didn't have for this operation and he needed to get into your pants. You excused it most of the time, as you were lonely too, but you couldn't get rid of him now because he knew all of your secrets and you knew his. 

You were gonna wake him up, but decided against it considering this is the only time you'd get some peace and quiet in the day. You walked over to the apartment bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You quickly looked away, trying to focus on what the plan was. Today the two of you would be kidnapping a 43 year old CEO of an accounting firm who has raped every one of his secretaries, those of whom were payed off or too scared to confess. But one of them did, and she got killed for it. It was safe to say that you had access to judicial and confidential files, but to be honest, who didn't? The internet is such a navigable place, you can just ask anyone and they'll get them for you no questions asked. The operation's one year anniversary was just around the corner and the CEO would be your 15th victim. You didn't like calling them that when really they're the victimizers, you believed they deserved what was happening to them.

After a long, hot shower you stepped outside in your towel. You heard shuffling coming from the bedroom which meant Flynn had woken up and was beginning to realize himself that it would be time for you guys to go in around one and a half hours. You had memorized his schedule after stalking the guy for the past month, he entered his work building at 9:00 am sharp and left at 5:30, 5:45 at the latest. One day you saw him get handsy with a woman who worked with him, and you so badly wanted to shoot him in the head right then and right there, but you knew you had to wait.

You quickly put on some clothes, all black of course. While drying your hair you felt arms wrap around your waist. "Good morning," Flynn said to you in a husky, deep morning voice. You felt uncomfortable, but you couldn't get on his bad side, not today.

"Good morning." You said, smiling and turning around to look at him. "You should get dressed... we have a long day ahead of us." 

He looked at you for 5 seconds before smiling back. "Hm yes, that's today." He rummaged through his closet before throwing his clothes onto the bed, changing into them moments afterwards. 

Your hands lay crossed against your chest, looking outside the window at the bright orange sun that was making its way across the sky. The color reflected onto the large fluffy clouds. You stared in awe at the beautiful sunrise, and you wished your life was normal so you could just go outside for a run in the beauty or have a picnic at the beach, but you weren't normal, and after the past year you could never be normal again. You turned away from the window and out towards the kitchen, Flynn trailing behind you. You picked up two fruit bars and water bottles, opening one for yourself and throwing one to him. 

You would have thought that after a while this would feel casual to you, the planning, the kidnapping, the killing, but it felt far from casual. It haunted you all day and all night. You didn't regret what you did, but you felt remorse for the families that had to find out the hard way what kind of people their spouses, parents, children, or siblings were. Remembering why you were doing this encouraged you but also ate at the back of your mind like a worm in an apple. No one knew exactly what happened, only vague explanations. 

You checked the time; it was 7:30 am, it would take you guys half an hour to get there and you'd have to wait an hour for the man to turn the corner, in which Flynn would grab him by force, knock him out with chloroform, and tie him up in the back of the mini-van. You'd then take him to a separate location in which you would get a filmed confession, then after that you would kill them. Confessions don't do too much if the confessor was dead, but at least the victims felt safe that their assaulter was dead and people would believe them.

"Ready to go?" You asked the man sitting across from you. He leaned in to kiss you, you were hesitant but kissed him back. He nodded and threw his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the car keys. 

"Ladies first," He told you as he opened the front door. You walked through and quickly rushed down the stairs towards the parking lot. Your mini-van had a fake license plate that you got from a friend of friend, helping conceal your identity. When you found out the cops were looking for you guys, it was understandable. But when you heard the FBI was looking for you, you panicked. You spent a whole entire month without killing anybody because you were scared. Your fear faded, not completely but well enough so that you tracked down and killed 3 people in a single month. 

You were kept off the grid most of the time, you weren't that important to people. You were a baker some of the time at a small little café and coffee shop a few blocks away from your apartment. You lived in Virginia so it was easier for the FBI to track you considering you lived less than an hour away from Quantico, but you made sure to cover your tracks, going over state lines sometimes. 

Flynn tossed the car keys over to you as you hopped into the drivers seat. He sat in the back, taking out the cloth and chloroform, placing them beside him as well as the rope he was going to use to tie the man up. You began driving out of the lot and towards your destination, looking at the other cars driving by with a sigh. You knew the FBI was trying to track you, but you didn't know that specifically the BAU would get involved, hell you didn't even know what the BAU was, but you would soon. 

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hey y'all!! thank you so much for reading this first chapter. i know, i know, no reid yet! buuuuuut i needed to have an introduction paragraph to kinda give you guys an idea of what kinda people y/n and flynn are, and what they are/have been doing. but i promise, you'll get reid next chapter!

also hopefully the chapters will be longer, as i said this is sort of an intro!