𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒, criminal minds

chapter fifty-seven

act six ━━━━ chapter fifty-seven
DORADO FALLS

❝ 'MEN ARE NOT PRISONERS OF
FATE, BUT PRISONERS OF THEIR 
OWN MINDS.' FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT. ❞ 

If she were a thirteen year old girl, she would've melted at that very moment. But Maddie's not a thirteen year old girl, she's better then thirteen year olds, and she's not a thirsty man but realistically, she's not better then any man. 

To say she didn't have a little crush on Elena Martinez would be an understatement.

Madelyn and Spencer watched as she stood at the firing rang cubicle. Her trousers were a little tight, enhancing her thighs, hip-dips and ass, but they fitted perfectly. Her blazer fitted to middle, and her hair was tossed over her shoulder, revealing her jawline, sharp enough to cut diamonds. 

Nine bangs followed, and Elena barely shifted as she fired at the target. She hit all of the bullseyes and slowly dropped her gun, swiftly removing the magazine. 

"I'm not better then any man." Maddie admitted to Spencer. 

"Everyone has a bit of a crush on her, except for Hotch and Rossi, it's fine." He brushed her worries off, "But me either, and she's, like, my bestfriend."

"You guys want to try, instead of staring at me." Martinez asked, looking at them with a raised brow, as she refilled her gun and placed it into her holster. Spencer's face flushed a little red, especially since he was caught out, "Spence, go on."

He pulled his gun from the holster on his hip, took his stance and fired his gun. Maddie bit on her lip, watching him for a second. He had the same issue, his trousers were tight, enhancing his ass and his shirt was just a little too tight revealing his waist to them. She really is better then no man. Elena hummed in response when he lowered his gun, "You're getting better, Spence. Keep practising and follow through, don't pause and come back to see where you landed."

"Alright." He nods, refilling his gun with bullets. 

They headed upstairs after Maddie had her go, she's an exceptional shooter, and got the targets on all goes. Prentiss, Morgan and JJ were stood around Elena's desk, as she walked towards them, pulling her seat out, disrupting their conversation. Jennifer smiled, leaning down to kiss her. 

They've been working on their relationship and rebuilding it, it's getting a little irritating sometimes because they're basically all over each other. Marty is certainly starting to shine through again and she's... different. Not a bad different, she just seems better trained, harder around the edges, organised and just... different. No one knows the word how to describe her. 

JJ sat back on the desk, "Where were you guys?" She asked with a gentle frown.

"Firing range." Spencer replied, tucking his hands into his pockets as Maddie stands beside him, "I'm still the worst shooter on the team."

"Yeah." Marty muttered.

Hotch waved them up to the round-table room. They all gathered around the table with a gentle frown, "Workplace massacre this morning at Synalock Incorporated. That's in Charlottesville, which is practically our own backyard." Penelope explained.