Ptolomea {A Criminal Minds Fanfiction}

I Followed You in and I Was with You There

A/N:

Howdy all, I have CM and Spencer Reid Brainrot. Enjoy. As always, I am slow to update lol.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. As the author, I do not always agree with the actions the characters take. The MC has PTSD and OCD. The depictions of such in the story may not be entirely accurate and I do not claim it to be so. The depictions of anxiety and OCD are based on my own personal experience and do not apply to the illnesses as a whole. As always there is a violence and gore warning. There will be mentions of various sensitive topics which are updated in the tags, read at your own risk.

Summary:

Kate finds herself overwhelmed with her new employment and her new neighbor isn't helping matters.

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Ptolomea: The ninth circle of Hell where Satan himself resides with the worst of sinners – those who betray their friends or guests. Their acts are so heinous that upon committing them, their souls are thrust from their bodies and into Hell, where they are frozen for all eternity according to their sin. On Earth, their physical bodies are filled with demonic entities who continue to do unspeakable things while their human souls suffer in Hell.

Smooth piano music floated through the dining room from the exquisitely crafted grand piano. Dinner-goers' chatter filtered through the sound of the music with a low hum and the clink of fine China, crystal, and tableware accompanying it.

It was fairly easy for Richmond's sitting DA to get a table at such a highly particular restaurant as this, but it didn't come without a price. Arthur Karroway watched with trepidation as BAU Section Chief Erin Strauss made her way across the opulent dining room, her blonde hair freshly styled in a way that made him think of disgruntled soccer moms. From his wife, Gwyneth's, amused expression she thought so too.

Arthur and Gwyneth did not care for Erin Strauss, but her ex-husband David was all right enough in their book. While David and Erin were still married, Erin had implored the Karroways for a campaign donation, and since they had liked David's platform at the time, they had given the Strauss campaign a very sizable donation.

Since then, David had gone on to run for governor and win several terms with even a good chance at winning a seat in Congress once. All thanks to the Karroway's support. When Erin and David split, she never stopped asking for those "little" donations to his campaign fund whenever voting season rolled around.

Now, it was time for repayment.

"Well," Erin said brightly as she sat down across from the Karroways. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Arthur sat back in his seat, swirling his merlot in his glass with a knowing smile. "Our daughter, Kate."

Erin's breezy demeanor froze, her pleasant mask hardening into one of ice. Her hands folded on the table in front of her as though she were back at her office in Quantico, preparing to lay into an agent for some minor infraction.

"I should have known," Erin said cooly.

"You should have," Gwyneth interjected, sipping at her gin and tonic. "All the support we've shown your family over the years. I think it's only fair that we negotiate a little favor for our daughter."

"Kathleen has been traumatized enough by her experience in law enforcement, don't you agree?" Erin pressed, looking carefully between her dinner partners.

Gwyneth smiled and flagged the waiter who came to take the table's orders before she or Arthur answered Erin's question. It was quite simple really. Erin asked them a favor, multiple times. Now it was time to repay the favor. A simple job at Quantico's FBI base was surely a small repayment for their continued support of her ex-husband. Nothing huge, perhaps pushing files around. Or making coffee.