CHAPTER 12

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TW: Mentions of a case; severe injury, blood/ gore, murder/death, mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption. 

Kicking his feet up onto the metal interrogation table, Rossi addresses you, ignoring the man sitting opposite you. "What do you think then? I don't think this is him. Our guy is sophisticated, intelligent, highly motivated, what we have here is some low life hood rat". You and Rossi were currently interrogating what appeared to be your prime suspect in the case you were currently working. The case in question was one of the most gruesome you'd worked, the man who you believed to be the unsub was cutting off various facial features of his victims and taking moulds of them to craft all sorts of masks that he'd sewn together, this was before he'd send them to the victims families, writing poems in blood. Well, you say interrogating, but Rossi had gone with more of a 'light questioning' approach and you were happy to follow along.

"Absolutely, there's no way Simon here could be involved, wrong place at the wrong time I'm sure" you say dismissively. After hours of pouring over the notes he'd been leaving the families, you and Reid had come to the conclusion that he wanted recognition for his so-called 'artwork' and by dismissing him, he would eventually crack.

"Or maybe he was just lucky, were you lucky, Simon? Coming across all those bodies in the park?" Rossi asks him, bringing his feet down from the table, returning to a normal position in his chair.

"That's it, it was all just a bit of luck wasn't it. Poor little Simon couldn't even kill a few people without a little bit of luck" you reply, your eyes not leaving the case file you were pretending to read.

"It wasn't luck, you little bitch" the man suddenly exclaimed, his eyes focused on you, it was exactly what you'd hoped for; the team had profiled that the unsub had wanted the attention of a woman, literally any woman that would pay attention to him, hence his creation of the masks, he was trying to create his ideal woman. After sharing a quick look with Rossi, who indicated for you to take the lead, you began.

"Ah, finally, he speaks! Alright so if it wasn't luck, what was it then? Chance? Was it just chance that you happened to be in the possession of Lily James' eyes? Just chance that you were found in the park where you buried the rest of your victims? Was it just a chance that we found pictures of the killings in your apartment under your mattress?" you kept on and on at him, and you could see his resolve starting to break.

After a few minutes, he suddenly jumped forward and was promptly yanked back by the many restraints that tethered him to the chair. "SHUT UP! It wasn't luck you stupid little bitch. I killed them, I killed all those girls and I'd do it again, do you know how I did it? I watched them with their stupid little boyfriends, watched them get treated like shit and I knew I could give them better".

"That sounds pretty lucky if you ask me, Simon. Does this mean you're admitting to the killings and dismemberment then?" you challenge, you could hear the team telling you to press him for more through the earpiece currently hidden in your left ear.

"Are you fucking stupid? Of course I'm admitting to them, they deserved it and you'd be a perfect addition to my masks, you're pretty little whore aren't you?" and you don't even have to look at Rossi to know he's not impressed, nor do you even have to think about what the rest of the team are feeling; whenever these insults were thrown out they became even more protective than they normally were. Pretty soon after this admission, the interview drew to a close and as you exited the interrogation room, Rossi clapped you on the shoulders.

"Nice work in there, we make a formidable team, Cara" he praises using the Italian word for 'dear' as he broke into a wide smile and you can't help but do the same.

"Of course we do, we're family, but you didn't do too badly yourself. Looks like all those years are finally paying off" you kid, you knew you had the freedom to joke with Rossi more than the others did, but you'd never let that slip.

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