𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒, criminal minds

chapter forty-seven

act five ━━━━ chapter forty-seven
REFLECTION OF DESIRE

❝ 'FAME WILL GO BY, AND SO LONG,
I'VE HAD YOU, FAMILY. IF IT GOES
BY, I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN IT WAS
FICKLE, SO AT LEAST IT'S 
SOMETHING I EXPERIENCED BUT
THAT'S NOT WHERE I LIVE.'
MARILYN MONROE.❞ 

After a trafficless drive home, Maddie's keychain dangled as she jogged dup the stairs, mail and phone clasped in one hand, bag swung over her shoulder and keychain in the other hand. She reached the top of her stairs only to find Marcus lounged against the door with an exhausted expression on his face, "What are you doing out here? Did you lose your key or something?" She frowns, looking down at her brother. 

"Door won't open." He mutters, getting to his feet. 

"What?" Maddie frowns, putting her key into the lock and jiggling it around. She tries a few times, even tries jamming her shoulder into it but to no avail, "Bloody landlord. Stay here."

The woman ran down the stairs, hurriedly and with frustration ran to the landlords office on the bottom floor. One thing that Maddie has learnt about living in D.C. is that the Winter's are freezing and the bloody landlords make her want to gouge her eyes out, so incredibly frustrating. 

She already feels awful and cold, is overly tired and just want to crawl into bed but no. That's not possible apparently.

Angrily banging her fist on his door, Gerald pulls the door open, chewing on his gum and giving her a look. The stench of weed enters Maddie's nostrils and makes her grimace, "Fun night, huh?" Gerald looks behind him and shrugs, "Why isn't my key fucking working anymore?"

"Because you and your brother don't live here anymore, doll face." He deadpanned.

Madelyn gave him a deranged look, "You said I could pay next week! What do you mean we don't live here? I've got the money and everything."

"Sorry not sorry." And he shut and locked his door. 

Maddie angrily growled, banging her fist onto his door and screaming a bunch of names at him through the door, although he's probably not listening, before turning away and running back up the stairs to find Marcus. He held her go-bag and their mail, Madelyn felt the rage coursing through her veins and resisted the urge to scream. Her brother watched as she easily kicked the door in, much practise and observing given from watching Morgan do it with every chance he gets, and stormed into their apartment, "Jesus, Mads."

"The fucking landlord said we can't live here anymore." She growled, scooping up what little things they had in the apartment. 

Grabbing the clothes and shoving them all into her go-bag, the work she has on her desk, the small box in her bedside table with valuables and things with memories in. Marcus grabs his stuff, although there's not much. 

Maddie fought tears as she got into her car, Marcus sitting beside her. "Where are we going to go? We can't sleep in the car again." He looks at her desperately.

Her mind worked overtime trying to figure out where the hell they could stay, she can afford a hotel but she hasn't got the time to go house hunting at all. The woman picks up her phone and looks through her contacts, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. Marcus was growing impatient waiting for her to say something, "Maddie." He said.