Criminal Minds International

#6

⚠️TW : Death, PTSD
⚠️Warning : Explicit Sex Scene ; Not suitable for children
[AN] PTSD = Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
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He was dead. I didn't really feel anything but I was, for sure, not relieved. He could never hurt her again but yet, a part of me couldn't stop thinking about the damage he had already done. I had seen it before. The way she reacted when I grabbed her wrist, the other day, was clearly a sign of PTSD.

CJ : "What am I gonna do with his body, now?"

I called Oliver again and 20 minutes later, he met me at the cabin and discovered what had happened.

« Oliver : You fucking killed him?!
CJ : What? I'm supposed to say that I'm sorry and that he didn't deserve it? Well, I'm not and he did!
Oliver : Alright. Just go, I'll take care of it.
CJ : You sure?
Oliver : Yeah. What wouldn't I do for you?
CJ : Just please stop making bombs explode in my face. And Mae's!
Oliver : OK!
CJ : I'm really not sorry that I'm killed him but I'm sorry you're gonna have to clean that up.
Oliver : I told you to go. I got it.
CJ : Thank you.
Oliver : You owe me.
CJ : I know. I owe you, big time. »

I got out of there and went back to my apartment. When I got there, Mae was gone so I figured she might have went back to the ME's office.

I went inside and found her in her office. She was standing behind her desk looking at reports on her computer. She looked up when she saw me.

« Mae : Where the hell were you?
CJ : I'm sorry. I didn't know it was gonna take this long. »

Mae looked down at my shirt and froze.

« Mae : Who's blood is that? »

I looked at my shirt.

CJ : "Shit!"

« CJ : Uh...
Mae : Don't even try to lie to me...
CJ : ... I went to see Tyler. »

I just stood there. I didn't know if I should tell her everything or just keep it to myself. She probably wouldn't understand. Mae was staring at the floor, her eyebrows, now, gathered in confusion and shock.

« Mae : Where is he?
CJ : Do you want the truth?
Mae : Yes, I want the truth. Is he dead? »

I nodded. Mae's jaw clenched as she turned to her right. Her fists were closed tightly, she was struggling to keep her rage within her, this time. She was mad... at me. I didn't like it.

« Mae : Did you kill him?
CJ : Yes.
Mae : On purpose or was it an accident?
CJ : On purpose. »

Mae looked at me. The look she gave me was full of madness and anger but also tears were coming out.

« CJ : I'm sorry.
Mae : Are you sorry for killing him? Or for telling me? »

I didn't answer. She already knew.

« CJ : At least, now, you're sure that he's not coming back.
Mae : Yeah, right. I should thank you. »

Mae was being sarcastic and I didn't like it.

« CJ : Well, after everything he did to you, I thought you'd be more relieved!
Mae : Excuse me? I was fine before I met you!
CJ : Oh really?! So, maybe, you were okay with being beaten up every day?! »

Mae rolled her eyes and started walking towards the door leading to the autopsy room. I wasn't done talking to her, so I reached out and I, quickly, grabbed her wrist. Suddenly, Tyler's voice was echoing in my head.

"I grabbed both of her wrists and I tackled her against the wall. She was fighting off a little but I was stronger."

She rapidly turned around as I let go of her wrist, realizing what I had just done. She was panicking. She turned her head and closed her eyes trying to calm herself down.