persephone de luca joins the bau,
solving cases by understanding
the unsubs, struggling with her
past and her future in the process.
━━━━ a criminal minds anthology ft. persephone de luca.
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HELLRAISER. && part two. the case of the starman, waiting in the sky, ii.
THE PLANE RUMBLED slightly as it took flight, the wings bouncing against the winds, the clouds floating past. Beneath my feet, I could feel the engine, a hum like a beast. I rarely flew. I sat on one of the plush chairs, my hand resting flat against the wall, my fingernails pressing on the window. There was a buzz of anxiety humming between my ears, locusts. I could hear the whirr, the clicks and pops of the plane mechanics.
"You know," I heard a voice speak. Reid's, I recognized it instantly. He had a quiver in his tone like he was certain of his knowledge but uncertain of how the other person would receive it. "The chances of being in a plane crash is one in one-point-two million, and that crash being fatal is one in eleven million." His voice was intentionally low-toned, calming. My eyes were locked onto one stop on the floor, the space where my shoes met the carpet and I did not look away but heard him sit beside me.
"I heard that my chances of dying in a car accident are one in five thousand," I replied, my tone firm, even. I dragged my eyes to meet Reid's. "And yet I prefer a car over a plane, planes are... louder," I said.
Reid's eyebrows pulled together slightly. "Louder?"
I nodded. "Louder." I did not explain further, and instead, I shifted my body away from his. It was barely perceptible motion but hoped he understood what it meant────the conversation was over.
"Everyone," Hotch's stern voice commanded the room, and the rest of the team turned their heads, moving from their haphazard positions to listen to him talk. There was a laptop open with a video call to another person, Garcia, I presumed. She was bright-eyed, with blonde hair and purple-rimmed glasses. "We're looking at a contract killer here, but I don't want us to rule out a serial killer." I was new to the formula of the BAU team, and instead just copied Reid's motions. I lifted a pen but did not bother to take the writing pad as well, and instead, the pen flicked around my fingers, twirling as I listened to the rest talk.
"The star is the signature, there might be meaning behind it, Garica, can you look into certain meanings behind this exact star, and have her email us the list of victims with the same signature," Hotch instructed.
"On it, boss," Garcia responded, turning her head slightly. There was a click-clack of a keyboard in the background, she favoured her left hand.
"And what about victims with the same MO," Morgan suggested. "If it's a serial killer this signature could be something he perfected, he could have been killing without the star."
Hotch nodded. "Garica?" He looked to the laptop and the blonde-haired woman's face appeared back in the center.
