Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter nineteen Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's. clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. — Gospel of Matthew 7:15, King James Version
You know when you walk into the room and you somethings off? When you can feel that everything around has suddenly become aware that you're there, alive, in your body. All of sudden the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up and your fight, flight and freeze response kicks in. You can feel your body. Your thoughts. Your muscles and even the inside of your eyes.
Romanturned around to face his son. "Damon?" The man questioned as Damon gave his dad a blank expression. "What are you doing here?" Roman asked as Damon sighed. "I'm here with the FBI, working on a case involving a blonde woman found died in Brooklyn Park" Damon said calmly. "Unfortunate" the man said as Damon looked at him. "I won't tell dad, but I just gotta know, why?" He asked as Roman looked at him. "Damon, I don't know what you're accusing me of. I haven't seen you in years and you confront me in a Holy place" and there Damon was, 11 years old again being scolded by his dad.
Damon felt little, like he had no power. Not even with all his training in the CIA and FBI it was like it was all gone when Roman talked to him.
"I'm sorry" Damon apologized as Roman walked them out of the church. "Don't apologize." The man said as Damon hung his head low. "Don't apologize, because apologizing is a sign of weakness and you are not weak Damon" Roman used to say to Damon.
"So you're working for the FBI?" Roman asked as Damon nodded. "Behavioural Analysis Unit" he said. "Sounds like a bunch of bullshit" Roman said as they walked down the side walk. "Sometimes it is" Damon didn't know what happened but it was like he just turned off his emotions. Very part of feeling belittled and weak just turned off, blank, dangerous. "So you wanted to know about the woman?" Roman asked as Damon nodded. "Who can I put away for it?" He asked as Roman looked at him. "An officer named John Marklone, he has a fedish for blonde, older woman. He's 26, has no kids, no wife and didn't so every good in school, surprising he even became a cop" Roman said as they walked down an all too familiar street. "Sounds like I can put enough evidence in the way to get him in prison" Damon said as Roman seemed pleased.
Damon was always pleasing his father. Not matter how old he got or what job he worked, when he was in Roman's presence, he was a little boy again. Always that little boy.
Damon knew he wasn't weak at all, even then when he was younger, if only his father knew.
"HELP!" Damon screamed as he heard footsteps. "Help me!" Damon yelled as he slammed his fists onto the door. It wasn't his dad, because his dad only came twice a day. "HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Damon screamed as the door unlocked.
