Summary:
You have to face Maria sooner than later - and confront your past as well.
Notes:
Buckle up this is a long one!
in italics - flashbacks to the past
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title by the song from Natalia Lafourcade bcs its a damn good song
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You flush the toilet again – watching the remains of your lunch going down the drain. You stand up on wobbly feet and wash your face and mouth, popping a chewing gum you luckily find amongst the mess in your handbag.
It's not the lowest you've been by far but puking out all the contents of your stomach in a police department has never been in your wish-list either. Agent Prentiss waits for you outside. Seeing her standing straight, arms crossed on her chest – your eyes glued at her FBI badge – makes you queasy again.
"Are you okay?" she asks, noting the staring.
"Oh, yeah" you shake your head, "it's just not every day I get told that someone I know is a serial killer -"
She shoots you a look, "I get it. I haven't experienced it personally, but I understand"
"Yeah, when I found out about my father – I think I passed out" you say recalling the moment from 2 years ago right after they'd gotten him into custody.
You follow her into a small kitchenette, and she plucks a water bottle from the fridge, and hands it out to you.
"This is actually a bigger improvement"
She nods, and you know – without having to ask – why she's the one tasked to keep an eye on you and not JJ. Because she's the profiler amongst the two.
"Thanks" you down the whole thing, feeling like you've been parched for days in a desert.
You watch as she makes coffee – slow and measured maneuvers and it reminds you of Elle for some reason. If she'd been the one here, she would have asked you something right off the bat, not waiting for you to get comfortable at all. Agent Prentiss' calmness bothers you much more.
When the smell of coffee wafts through the air, you wish you could drink some too for the nerves but in your state everything that ends up in your stomach will be ruined. She pours milk and sugar, stirring the liquid in the cup mindlessly, not paying you any attention.
"What happened to her?" Your words are barely audible as they leave your mouth.
"She was driving with her daughter back home, and they got into a car crash -"
You lean your weight over the counter, hand steady over the corner, feeling as weak as you'd felt when you saw Maria inside the interrogation room.
"- her daughter didn't survive the crash"
You squeeze your eyes shut -
The poor woman... after everything.
"We think she's been targeting these men through Brook's - the gentlemen's club"
You focus on your breathing – in and out, slowly, counting them down in your head. One – inhale and deep exhale.
"And it's how she'd been able to get them to get into her car –"
Two. Same thing.
"- she probably shot them as they were trying to get out -"
Panic rises inside you again, but now it finds nothing to take out of you so you grip on the counter for dear life.
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