𝙎𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 | Will Graham

S1. Ep. 04 | There it is, trauma

MAGGOTS entering the main meal, red staining the table cloth, heads displayed on the dishes. A scenario of gruesome showcased a family home while the FBI searched for clues.

Her eyes watched the modern house with dillogence, scanning the furniture diaplayed with caring and meticulous accuracy, no signs of invasion, everything was the same, except for the carnage on the dining room.

Jack was next to the crime scene as she approached him, he watched Will Graham, who had his eyes close, right hand up in the air as if he could control time waves of his mind, while his body trembled like in a torturous storm.

"Is this really safe?" The dark skinned woman asked her superior.

Jack Crawford looked back at her, a straight line across his lips. "It's efficient." Was his only answer. When Will returned from his coma of brainstorms, the agent wasted no time "What do you see Will?"

Graham stopped, tiredly looking at the wall, resting his hand back on his lap. "Family values" he responded in that hoarse, exhausted way.

"Whose family values?" Jack questioned.

The agent didn't respond, so his superior, although a little annoyed by the lack od answers, moved the team to continue investigate.

Once the lab team entered and started searching, the brainstorm began. Will remained silent, his feet wondering the dinibg room along with his eyes on the dark walls filled with family portraits. For a moment he looked back at Teresa, noticing something off about her. Not a single comment, tease, or mockery. She was deadly silent just as him, her eyes stuck to the corpses around the table.

"Brooks, begin." Jack said. But the woman remained in place, frozen, while Will's eyes landed on her close fists next to her body. "Agent Brooks." He repeated again, as the team stared at her.

Just then she woke up from the trance. "Right." She nodded awkwardly. "Karen and Roger Turner, childhood sweethearts, owned a successful real estate business.
Pillars of the community, three children." She explained the details.

"Minus one" Will added as she lookes at him a bit surprised. "A son."

Teresa agreed "Name's Jesse. Disappeared last year." Jack listened while the rest of the team ran analysis with samples. "Last confirmed sighting had him boarding an RV at a rest stop on Route 47."

"Possible runaway then, probable abduction." Jack suggested, crossing his arms in front of his chest covered by his large coat.

"Or both." Will once again added while silent. Those comments always clicked something on Teresa's brain, making ger unquiet, curious about what he could be possibly be suggesting, or if he just wished to show off. "When misery rains, it pours." He continued while staring at many portraits in a shelf "False faces in family portraits.Layers and layers of lies,
betrayed by...a sad glint in the child's eyes."

Just as he added those words he caught of glimpse of what could've been Teresa's sad eyes. That same frozen stance again, like she had traveled to somewhere far away. Did she realize how she looked like at that moment? What caused such a reaction from her.

His mind traveled back to the phone call she received days ago, to the reason she couldn't stay that night. It was the same expression on her face, same parted lips of disappointment and shock.

"Norman Rockwell with a bullet!" Jimmy exclaimed while taking pictures.

"Any signs of forced entry?" Jack questioned.

"No broken windows or torn screens. All sealed up tight." Beverly replied.

But Will Graham could only notive on two things. The theory on his mind caused by his empathy, and the enigmatic expression on Teresa's face, who now stared at the portraits, almost in the verge of tears.