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

The Truth Revealed

Georgia's POV

I shook with fear and cold in the corner of the room.

I was filthy, I was freezing, I was missing the team.

"Good morning, agent." The voice over hailed. "I hope you slept well."

"Leave me alone." I mumbled.

"Aw. You know I can't do that." The voice chuckled.

"Please... I want to be alone." I sniffed.

"How do you feel?" The voice asked. "How do you feel now that you know the truth?"

I didn't answer. I just suppressed my tears, determined to show him I was stronger than he thought.

Spencer's POV

There had to be something we missed.

The lead we had came up blank and we had to go back to Quantico.

"Ready to go, kid?" Morgan asked, entering the spare room Lila had supplied us with.

I nodded.

"Hey, don't worry. We'll find her. You know we will." He smiled, sympathetically at me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"That may be. But will we find her dead or alive?" I sighed, leaving the room with my go bag.

I hugged Lila and told her goodbye.

"It was good to see you all. I'm sorry your lead didn't get you anywhere. I hope you find agent Borrowdale safe and sound." She smiled.

"We all do." Blake said.

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When we were back in the BAU, we sat in the round table room looking over the files.

"There has to be something we've missed." I shouted, slamming my fist down on the table.

"Reid, calm down. I know you're worried about her, but lashing out won't help." Hotch told me.

I sighed and walked out of the room.

I went to get some coffee.

I heard footsteps approach me. They sounded like Hotch's.

"You need to stay calm." He said.

"I can't, Hotch. It's useless. We have nothing to go on and we both know that she's probably dead by now if we're going by statistics." I replied.

"There's always hope." Hotch told me.

I chuckled sarcastically.

"Then I hope she's dead. That way I know she's not suffering."

I walked away, coffee in hand, to my desk.

"Reid!" Hotch shouted at me, drawing the attention of the team.

"What Hotch? I mean it." I snapped.

"No you don't. You're worried about her and I understand that. but you need to get your head straight and until then, you're off the case. Now go home." He told me.

I looked at him furiously.

I realized arguing back was useless and got up, grabbing my messenger bag.

I slammed my coffee on the table by the kettle on the way out, not caring that it spilled everywhere.

I left the building and travelled home.

Morgan's POV

"I dread to think how he's feeling right now." JJ sighed.

"I know. Poor kid." Rossi replied, walking back into the round table room after witnessing Reid and Hotch's small argument.

We followed him swiftly and sat back down.

A few seconds later, Hotch came back in, doing the buttons up on his blazer jacket.

"Is everything ok?" Blake asked him.

Hotch nodded.

"Dave can you join me in my office? I need to go over Borrowdale's file to see if we've missed anything." He asked the other senior agent.

Rossi nodded and stood up, following Hotch to his office.

Rossi's POV

"I'm guessing it's all getting too much for the young genius." I said when we reached Hotch's office.

Hotch nodded and sat down in his chair after pulling out Georgia's file.

I sat down opposite him and he handed me half of the paper.

It took us about half an hour, but I thought I had something.

"What about this?" I asked, pointing to a certain piece of information in Georgia's file.

Hotch looked it over and nodded.

"Let's go take it to the team." He said, getting up.

I went back to the round table room as Hotch went to go tell Garcia and I put the file down.

"What have you found?" Morgan asked.

"Let's wait for Hotch and Garcia." I said.

We waited ten minutes, then Garcia came in with Aaron.

"Alrighty, my pretties, here's the latest dip, and it's nowhere near as nice as Rossi's salsa." Garcia said, turning on the TV.

JJ's POV

We watched as two children came on the screen.

"These two gorgeous little ones are Georgia's kids. This is two year old Chrissie and three year old Jacob. Three years ago, all three of them were kidnapped by Georgia's ex boyfriend, Jackson Keat." Garcia told us.

"That's awful." Blake sighed.

"Oh it gets worse." Garcia said. "Keat starved the three of them for two weeks before murdering the two children in front of Georgia."

"Oh my God..." I breathed.

I thought about how I would've felt if that were Henry.

I couldn't imagine it...

"It gets worse still." Hotch said.

"I need to go for this bit. It's too awful." Garcia mumbled.

She left the room as she looked to be getting emotional.

Hotch changed the images to the crime scene photos, which were heart-breaking.

The dead children looking unbelievably unhealthy, Georgia looking malnutritioned, sick, distressed and practically dead.

"Georgia was tortured for a further month and a half. Jackson Keat appeared to had done all of this because those children were his. They were both children of rape." He continued.

"Very bold, don't you think? To kidnap your children and their mother and expect to get away with it." Morgan pointed out.

"Well, he didn't. He's serving life. But now we've come to the conclusion that one his friends is responsible for Georgia's disappearance. As revenge." Hotch said.

"Do we have a name?" Rossi asked.

"If our wonderful leader would be so kind as to remove the current photos to save my love for humanity, i'll tell you." Garcia said, stood in the doorway, covering her face with a sheet of paper.

Hotch pressed a button which changed the screen to a picture of a man in his mid twenties.

Garcia stood by the screen and took a deep breath.

"Now." She said. "This is number one scumbag of the Earth. One Mr Jackson Keat, aged 24. And here is his best friend Cameron Michaels, also aged 24. Michaels was a suspect in the kidnapping case but was never convicted due to insufficient evidence."

"Got an address?" Morgan asked.

"Local. Sent to you phones. Be safe my angels." Garcia said as we got up to go to the cars.