"The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture." - Camille Paglia
Spencer went to the BAU earlier because he was behind on his paperwork, as usual. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and I saw my younger brother Matt standing outside with a puzzled look on his face.
"Matty, what are you doing here?" I asked as he hugged me.
Matt kissed my cheek and looked at me. "It's been a while since we talked and I decided to come check up on you." He gave me a half smile.
I sat on the couch and he did the same. "That's bullshit!" His jaw dropped and I smirked. "You seem to have forgotten that I'm paid to figure out if I'm being lied to."
"Fine." My brother sighed. "I got into Columbia." He confessed.
My blue eyes beamed at his statement. "I'm so proud of you." I hugged him and then pulled away. He seemed uncomfortable. "You're disappointed."
Matt leaned forward and rested his head on his hands. "I also got into Georgetown. I'm in a dilemma, CeCe." His blue eyes locked on mine and I could tell he was desperate.
"This has nothing to do with college." I stated and he nodded. "Angela got into Columbia and Rain is staying here. In a way, you feel as if you have to choose between two girls you love."
"Angie is my girlfriend. Shouldn't I want to be with her?" He asked, pleading for a yes or no answer.
I sighed while resting my hand on his shoulder. "Love is complicated, Matty. Sometimes it has nothing to do with the people we're with but with the people we didn't get to be with."
Matt smiled sadly. "I love Angie but I can't live my life thinking about what it would be like to be with Rain. I didn't act upon my feelings in high school and then I met Angie and she's so smart and driven..."
"But Rain is your true love." I added and he nodded. "Whatever choice you make, know that I'm proud of you."
My brother hugged me and I offered him coffee while we talked for a while. It felt good being Matt's moral compass and help him in his time of need. I just wonder why he didn't confide in Kitty. She's more experienced than me considering she's happily married with two children.
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I joined the team at the round table and sat next to Spencer. He smiled at me and reciprocated the gesture. JJ started to present the case and I was immediately focused.
"Joseph Fielding was found tied to a chair in a hotel room and with lipstick on his eyes." JJ stated. "The Medical Examiner confirmed he was poisoned with tetramine."
Rossi looked at the files. "Rat poison?"
I glanced at the crime scene photos. "Poison is considered to be a woman's weapon of choice. It's less messy and more effective."
"The lipstick on the eyelids suggest the Unsub was close to her victims." Emily suggested.
"A call girl, maybe?" Morgan questions as he looks at the photos.
Hotch stood up. "I'm going to the hotel and take care of the bureaucracy. This investigation must be dealt discreetly since we're dealing with powerful business men who are being killed by an escort." He sighed. "That's bad publicity for them, especially if they're married."
"I would hate to be Unit Chief." Rossi mocked Hotch while he left the conference room, rolling his eyes.
"Who's going to the morgue?" I asked while gathering my things.
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