chapter 27

1.1K 22 4
                                    

"ian doyle is a power assertive psychopath, highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't goes as planned." said clyde, the one from the interrogation room a former associate of emily

"okay, so how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?" you question

"and prentiss' roll in it?" rossi added

"annihilators have a romanticized view of who their family is" spencer says

"when actually he was an orphan" easter says

"well, they think of family as their position until some law shatters that and starts them killing" derek says thinking out loud

"but doyle was never married..." clyde says

"children?" rossi asks

"no" clyde says shutting him down

"you wrote in your profile that he carried out his murders with surgical like precision" reid points out

"no collateral damage" derek says

"thats right" says clyde

"perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had..." rossi proposes

"say doyle had a child and you didn't know about it" you begin "is it possible that emily did" you ask clyde

"then why would she keep it from me?" he questions

"who else was on the compound on the day that you arrested doyle" hotch asks

"just his staff" clyde remembers

"all irish?" he asks

"yeah" clyde responds

"thats a start" hotch says

emilys pov:

i heard doyles footsteps coming towards me, his voice breaks the silence

"when fahey told me you were in the city, he said you already knew where i was" he pauses and looks at me "if thats the truth, you know what this is about" he finishes folding his arms across his chest

"games over love, time for your last confession" he says, putting a gun to my head

i close my eyes and take a deep breath

"take me to where he died" i say shakily "i want to see it"

ian pulls the gun away from my temple slowly sighing and begins to un tie me from the chair

"breath, just breath, 4...5...6" i whisper to myself

*flashback*

"7, 8, 9, 10! ready or not here i come!" i say pulling my hands away from my face and smiling seeing the little blonde boy hiding behind the coffee table, i stand up circling around the table trying to grab him

"aw, i'm gonna getcha, im gonna get you! i see you" i laugh

"i don't see you! i dont see you!" the boy says giggling

my one and only, emilyWhere stories live. Discover now