Bigger Secret

Magic

tw: smut (really short), mentions of murder and rape

"Hi, I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau," JJ stuck out her hand to shake, "and this-"

"This must be the team." the detective said, cutting her off with a big smile.

JJ looked over at me and we both rolled our eyes. 

This is going to be great.

JJ tried to continue to introduce everyone, "This is our Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, and SSAs Derek Morgan, David Rossi, and Emily Pren-"

"Thank you Mrs. Jareau. I'll take it from here."

Could this guy get any grosser? Who cuts someone off like that in the middle of their sentence!

I pointed a finger into my mouth in disgust while looking over at Emily and JJ. They both nodded and laughed. 

Right then, two boys were brought out. They looked like they were in their late teens, maybe early 20s. Kate's parents came bursting out of a room, her father having to be held back by officers as the suspects were walked towards the interrogation rooms. One looked solemn, almost bored. The other looked amused like he thought the wailing parents were some circus act. 

"Let's get down to business," I said, strutting after them with the team trailing close behind. 

I had absolutely no patience for adolescent fuckweasles like these. That detective was getting on my nerves too. 

Men tend to have this sense of entitlement. Whether it's to a warm meal after work, your body, sex. Some men think they deserve it just because. And if you're a smart, intelligent woman, you ask: Because why? Because they were rasied to believe that their sex has a right to anything they want. Because they grew up saying what they wanted to, touching who they wanted to, fucking who they wanted to. That's the society we live in. That's the society we all grew up in. It's sick and twisted and fucked up, yet it's barely changed over the years. 'Things change over time'. This should have never started in the first place. We shouldn't have to live in this environment in the first place. 

This is why I do what I do. I wanted to help put those men away. The rapists, the murders, the highschool boys who think it's funny to get a girl drunk enough so she can't remember the night before. I wanted to ruin all of their lives just as they ruined those girls'. I hopped from job to job trying to find as many of those creeps as I could. Those women didn't diserve to die at the hands of greesy, perverted fuck-ups. This girl didn't deserve it either. I was determined to find her. The rest of the team thought she was dead, but I couldn't let go of the feeling I had. The feeling I got as I stared at the two boys. She wasn't dead. We were going to find her. 

I strolled into an interrogation room and plopped down in front of a smirking blonde. 

"Well, you're a pretty thing aren't cha?" he said, looking me up and down. 

Jesus Christ... This is going to be a long day...

My teeth began to grind together, but I caught myself and twisted my face into a smile. I giggled a little just for good measure. 

"Now, Mr. Pearson... While I love you're flattery, I believe we have something more important to talk about."

He leaned back in his chair, very nonchalantly, and waved his hands to show that he was ready. 

"Kate Joyce. You met with her the other night," he nodded as I went on, "You and your friend," I motioned towards the other room, "are the last people to see her alive."

"Whoa whoa whoa... Slow down there sweetheart. You think we killed her?" He ended his question with an arrogant chuckle.

"Personally? No, I don't think so. My team seems to agree with your theory though."