ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ~ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

~Is He Actually Serious?!~

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Catching an Unsub... can't be that hard, right? It's not, actually, if you know what you're doing. Which I do. Definitely. 

We had just arrived at the first crime scene, a lady named Dolores Smith had been murdered in her home the previous evening. She had been laying in bed when she was discovered by her daughter and was covered with approximately 52 stab wounds to her chest and genitalia area (thanks Reid). Her clothes, or what little was left of them, had been dumped in a haphazard pile to the right of her body. 

The victim's blood was smeared across her forehead, an odd addition to this psycho's M.O. Upon further analysis, Reid concluded she was murdered between four and five in the morning. Hotch stood over the body as me and Reid inspected the victim and the surrounding area, his steely gaze fixed on me as I gently opened the victims eyelids to confirm what Reid had thought.  "It's strange how the Unsub closed the victim's eyes, yet he inflicted a great amount of rage in the form of 52 stab wounds" Reid judged after a period of silence, standing up and looking at Hotch and me. "Yeah, It's strange...I suppose there's a high chance he knew the victim, especially judging by the overkill.  I mean, it's tiring stabbing someone that many times unless you're harboring a deep amount of resentment towards that person." I replied, removing my gloves. Hotch grunted and strode out of the room, muttering something about having to speak to Detective Millers. 

I shot Reid a questionable glance, is he always like this?  He simply shrugged and carried on inspecting the crime scene. I sighed heavily before I was interrupted by the shrill sound of an incoming call, my phone was vibrating in my pocket and demanding attention. My thumb flicked the green button as I pressed the device to my ear. "This is Agent Grey..." I answered, slowly walking out of the bedroom. "Hiya! Oh, uh, I'm Garcia, we haven't, uh, met yet. I'm basically the reason you guys solve cases! If you have a question, I will have the answer! Okay, anyway, Hotch asked me to check the victim out and see if I can dig up any dirt, and I discovered this... 10 years ago there was a middle aged man found dead in bed at his home, along with a female around the same age. But get this, after some more digging, I found out that the guy was Smith's ex-husband! They went through a messy divorce and they both fought for rights to their son, but the father, Garry Michaels, won full custody of the kid, Thomas. The other woman, Jessica Richard, was his fiance and they had just gotten engaged the day before. And... the kid, Thomas, was found wondering outside the home covered in blood. He didn't speak to anyone about what he saw, and the case eventually turned cold" Garcia rushed out before making an abrupt departure, bye! Right, uh, thanks, I thought. My mind wandered and mulled over multiple possibilities as to what happened, possible motives and suspects. I had a few inclinations as to what I thought happened. 

I looked up after I tucked my phone away, in search of my lovely Unit Chief. I wandered around the house, dodging out the way of multiple crime scene photographers and random official-looking people. I finally located Hotch, in the front yard, his piercing stare fixed on the man in front of him. "Hey, Hotch, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked as I approached the men, crossing my arms across my chest as I came to a halt. "Excuse me, we're discussing important buisness here." The unknown man said, disregarding me without a second glance. I raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. Bald, old and fat. Probably hates his wife, never speaks to his kids and most likely abuses his power as a doughnut enthusiastic cop. "I need to speak with SSA Hotcher." I sharply stated, staring at the man incredulously. "Look, dearie, the men are talkin', kay?" The fat man wheezed, his slug-like face turning away from me to resume his conversation with Hotch. "Anyway, as I was sayin'-" "I'm SSA Grey and I would like to speak to my Unit Chief regarding the case we have been asked to solve for you, so it would be appreciated if you would excuse us for a moment." I glared, stepping closer to both of them, staring straight at the bald man. "If you want this case of yours solved, I suggest you let me do my job sir." I looked towards Hotch, expecting some type of recognition towards my efforts to pass on important information. "Look, I don't know who you think you are, you little b-" The man started, before being cut off. "I said, I need to talk to Agent Hotchner." I spoke forcefully once again, glancing at the man in question. "Who are ya to speak to me like that-" Slug-man spoke. Hotch stepped in between the 2 of us and straightened before glancing at me."Yes, Agent, we're talking here" He lowly muttered, moving round to face the man, cutting me off. 

I scoffed and shook my head disbelievingly as I walked away, my hands curling into my palms in anger. Was he actually serious? Struggling to maintain a suitable expression upon my face, I vowed to get him back somehow. Albeit petty, I would not be so carelessly tossed away without another thought. Lifting up my chin, I knew I would simply have to be better than him. Not that it was difficult, I'd wager.

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~Author's Note~

Hi! I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I've been so busy recently and haven't had the chance to write much. It's currently 12.17 AM on a Saturday so I literally cannot write another word, (apart from the rest of this note). Anyway, please drop a vote or comment and leave feedback so I can attempt to improve the story somewhat. This hasn't been edited yet, so sorry!

Word count: 1029 words.