Storm (Criminal Minds OC)

Chapter 9

The click sounds and everyone stands over the conference table in complete silence for a moment. But it feels like centuries before Emily speaks.

"Did she just say they're in his cabin?"

A few nods and shakey 'uh huhs' sound from the team.

"What are the chances he's..." Emily can't even finish that sentence.

"Oh my-"

Rossi cuts off Garcia's panic.  "Alright, look.  The truth of the matter is, we don't know where he is."

"And we also didn't know that he has a cabin near Little Rock." JJ snaps back firmly.

"Garcia, dig around for any 'cabin' Dylan may have access to."

"O-o-kay." Her voice shakes but she swallows it down and starts typing. "I'm on it."

"We still can't do anything until the storm passes." Reid adds reluctantly, voice quiet.

Emily nods then swallows her fears. "Matt and Luke are trained F.B.I. agents, both armed and skilled." She assured the group confidently. "And it's unlikely that he's even there."

She adds the last part softly while looking at the team, who all nod back before exchanging uncertain glances with each other.

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Matt lifts himself from the table. Luke pauses a moment before speaking. "What?"

"I thought you said this belonged to a sweet old couple!" Matt scolds.

"It does! But they died!" She snaps back before her voice falls again, "Dylan Hayden is their grandson."

No, no, no, it had to be a mistake. Dylan was always odd. Okay, odd is a bit of an understatement. But in a small town it isn't hard to make friends, they're just there. So they were just used to him. And he had this cabin, the cool grandparents. His Mom had left him when he was young and his grandparents had raised him.

This was the hangout spot. She had rarely seen him since graduation. She knows his grandmother passed a month ago just days after his grandfather. She knows he still lives in their house on the same street as Bobby the florist. She knows he still owns this cabin but she doesn't know how often he comes here.

"My God, he killed Chloe..." Her voice breaks.

The softness on both F.B.I. agent's faces is cut when the lights suddenly shut off, bathing the trio in immense darkness. There's no moonlight surviving through the stormy clouds. The sound of wind, rain and trees violently bang against every side of the small house.

"Luke?" Matt voice is low.

Luke quickly turns on his phones flashlight and swings it around to see his companions.

Storm takes a few involuntary steps back thinking about Chloe in a bubbling panick. Matt reaches for her, but as he does, the beam of light gives out.

Luke swears. "My phone battery died."

The gravity of the situation starts weighing heavily on Storm as she realizes just how much shit they're in.

"The storm must've took down a power line." Matt says like he's trying to convince himself as much as the other two.

"Must've." Luke agrees.

Storm's breathing picks up and she begins to panic. She led them here. To the man who killed her friend.

He killed Chloe!

"Storm?" Luke calls gently. "Where are you?"

"I-I can't, I ca-" Her voice fades out and she turns. Only to come face to face with Dylan. His face barely illuminated by a headlamp. And she screams.