Nerd or Rockstar? (Black Veil Brides/Criminal Minds Fanfiction)

The Rest is History...

*one week later*

Georgia's POV

"I hope you realize your fate." The distorted voice-over echoed throughout the room.

I sat up from my foetal position in the centre of the room and wiped my face.

I had been released from my restraints and had just been left in the room with nothing but a 6ft broken mirror in one corner.

"I don't care what my fate is." I spat.

I then heard the huge metal door behind me, unlock.

I turned my head and there he stood.

"I'd be more careful in choosing how you speak to me, agent." He said, approaching me. "And I'll have you know, you could be interested in what may happen to you."

"Then please, enlighten me." I mumbled, attempting to remove the dirt from the wounds in my hands and arms.

The man crouched down next to me and joined his finger-tips.

"Well it could go one of two ways." He said. "First option, you could co-operate with me and your death will be quick and painless. Second option, your friends could get involved and your death will be the most excruciating you could imagine. Because, Georgia, if I find out your friends are getting too close, I will start your end."

I scoffed, not making eye-contact with him.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

The man chuckled. "Because I know you're interested. I know you want to know who I am, why I chose you, why I'm doing this, all the other generic questions that come with being someone like me."

"Any chance in getting an answer to any of those?" I chuckled humourlessly.

The man gave me a toothy smile. "But of course."

Hotch's POV

We had blocked all other cases to concentrate on finding Doctor Borrowdale. I had already had the Director on my back, but I didn't care. As long as my team were safe.

"Anything?" I asked, striding into the round table room where I found Reid, Morgan, Rossi and Garcia.

At that moment, Reid grabbed a photo an pointed at a particular and stood up.

"I knew it!" He gasped.

He then grabbed a marker and circled what he has seen.

He then slammed the marker and the photo down onto the table in front of Morgan and dialled a number.

"Lila? It's Spencer Reid from the FBI. I need a favor." He spoke into the phone as he exited the room.

Spencer's POV

I had organised a trip. Half the team goes to LA, half stay in Quantico.

What I had noticed in the photo was a business card. It was for the same management company who supplied Michael to Lila Archer all those years ago.

All feelings I had for Lila were gone, my only focus on Georgia. I just wished I had more to go on than a business card.

I boarded the plane with Morgan and Blake.

We were there in just under 5 hours and went straight to Lila's house.

Morgan knocked on the door and we waited.

When it opened, it revealed a ravishing looking Lila with a bright smile on her face.

"Hey guys! It's been years! C'mon in." She grinned, beckoning us inside.

We entered the house and I sighed.

"Lila, I need to get straight down to this, we may not have long. Is there any possibility you could get me a list of names of everyone who works at the agency Michael came from?" I asked. "If not we'll do it. only thing is, it's not too ideal because our unsub might see us and panic."

Lila looked concerned.

"May I ask what your case is?"

Morgan filled Lila in as much as he could.

"That's awful. I'll go down there now and see what I can do. You guys make yourself at home. Spencer, you know where my room is, you guys can take my guest rooms, just not that one. Help yourself to anything in the refrigerator."

The four of us shared a chuckle and nodded.

Lila grabbed her keys and left, swiftly.

Lila's POV

I drive as quickly as I could to the block I knew I would find my manager in and went straight up to his office as soon as I got there.

"Max!" I called breathlessly to the man who had replaced Michael as my manager.

"Yes?" He askeed, raising a grey eyebrow.

He was a kind man. Short and a little stout, in his mid 40's.

"I need your help. The FBI are at my house and they need our help." I said.

I filled him in on roughly what was going on and told him what I needed and he nodded.

"Ok. I'll do it now."  He replied, turning to his computer, urgently.

He printeed off the names and handed them to me, I kissed his head and thanked him before running al the way down to the ground floor and to my car.

I got in, putting the list on the passenger seat and drove as fast as I could back to my home.

"I have them!" I shouted as I jogged through my door, closing it behind me.

I handed them to agent Morgan. He scanned through them before pulling out his phone.

He put it on speaker.

"Make a wish and rub my lamp. I prmise it'll come true." A woman answered.

I raised an eyebrow as agent Morgan chuckled.

"You're on speaker baby girl." He said.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"I knew that." She replied. "Tell me what you got and i'll get on my hocus-pocary."

We chuckled at her randomness and got down to business. Agent Morgan read out the list of names and the woman on the end of the phone, now known to me as Penelope Garcia, typed fast to try and narrow down the list.

"We have fifty names thus far honey." Garcia said, quite glumly. "Got anything else I can go on?" 

"We'll let you know." Spencer spoke up.