Criminal Minds: Danika

Frank

Danika's POV:
There's a knock at my door and I open it to see Derek standing there.

"What do you want?" I ask as I leave the door open allowing him to enter.

"My mom's birthday is tomorrow. I want you to meet her." Derek shrugs.

"What? No. I'm not going to impose on her birthday." I scoff.

"She wants you to come. Come on, I know you can't say no to this face." Derek says with a grin and I roll my eyes.

"Fine, but if she starts asking me to call her mom, I'm out!" I joke and he chuckles.

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"Wakey wakey." I hear the velvet voice of Frank say.

I slowly open my eyes and feel the cold metal against my back, sending chills up my spine from the touch. I see my naked body in a reflection above me and I know exactly where I am.

I try to sit up, but then see in the mirror that my body is strapped down to the table. I look over to my right and see the smiling face of Frank peering down at me.

"Well, hello there." He says with his sickening grin.

"Sup." I say and he quirks a brow.

He goes over to another table and grabs a scalpel and walks back over towards me. He goes to my right shoulder and I can feel the blade pressing down on my skin, meticulously slicing it open. I can feel the blood trickling down the wound but I don't bother trying to look at it, not even in the mirror, I just stare Frank right in the eye.

I feel the pressure of the blade lifting as Frank gets a curious expression on his face.

"You aren't afraid." He says in a statement.

"No, I'm not." I admit truthfully.

A normal person would feel afraid in this situation, and that's what Frank feeds off of, other people's fear. But for some sickening reason, I feel calm. In a way I haven't in a long time, I don't get images in my head like I normally do, everything is quiet.

It's calming not having sudden images or feeling pop into your head all the time. For once I feel content and relaxed.

"Why?" He asks breaking me out of my train of thought.

"Because it's finally quiet. My head is finally blank." I say truthfully and he furrows his brows.

"How do you mean?" He inquires, clearly intrigued.

"I usually get flashes of images in my head, especially if it's from a killer. But it's finally gone completely quiet." I confess.

Hotch's POV:
"Don't worry, I'm sure she's alive." Prentiss tries to say about Danika.

I think back to when Derek was arrested for murder in Chicago. How Danika purposely clocked the cop when they were arresting him, just so she would be arrested as well. The detectives tried to separate them, but Danika being Danika, used the ceiling to get to Derek in his room.

It was after I made her take a week of vacation for something stupid she did. I didn't want to have to do the paperwork and explain everything that happened. So, instead I ordered her to take a week of vacation off.

"I know she is." I try to tell myself, but I see that Frank is a completely different kind of killer as we get to Jane's place.

I look inside the house but there's no one there. I head back outside and see the others looking at the wind chimes hanging on the porch.