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 twenty-four Finish
When Damon walked into the BAU, he noticed everyone crowded around Harper. Damon knew by the whispering and talking, that Spencer had proposed. Looking at Derek patting Spencer on the back.
"Good for her" Damon thought, rubbing his thumb against his pointer finger.
He knew what he didn't, wasn't a dream. He was awake, alive, but there was no blood under his nails, or in his hair. Not on his shirt or pants. Damon looked down at the boots he was wearing. The blood seemed almost rustic against the shiny leather. He didn't think as he walked or the bathroom, opening the door and locking it. He checked each stall then ran the water. It pours from the faucet, splashing against the sink's surface.
Grabbing a paper towel, he got it wet the began to scrub his shoes, watching as the dried blood soaked the brown of the paper towel. Damon hadn't heard the knocking on the door, his mind too focused on getting his boots clean.
"How many!" Damon yelled at his dad. "Sixteen" Roman said as Damon's eyes filled with tears. "Woman?" He was gonna be sick watching his father nod. "Kids?" He asked, almost not wanting to know the answer. "Some" Damon held his breath, hands shaking.
He couldn't.
Running up the stairs, Roman did not follow his son. He had to learn, and yelling at him was not how he was going to learn. Roman picked up the glass of bourbon and took a sip.
Damon pulled his top dresser drawer open and grabbed the little box, opening it quickly. Pulling up a small little baggy and a dollar bill. Putting the box back, Damon grabbed a hard cover textbook. Sitting on the ground, book on his lap, he shakily opened the baggy, grabbing a cardboard tag he had ripped off a new shirt, that was on the ground. Pouring some of the white powder into the top of the textbook, and using the tag to make lines. Rolling the dollar bill.
Scrubbing the blood off his shoes. Damon put the dollar bill just above the white lines. The knocking continued on the bathroom door, Damon still doing nothing about it. The feeling of euphoria hit him the second he snorted the first line. "I'll be out in a minute!" He yelled to the person, throwing the paper towels away and walking to the door, opening it. "Yeah I'm good. I understand why you did it" Damon said. "All yours man".
Walking back into the bullpen, Damon looked around the house. "Conference room" Emily said to Damon as he walked with her.
Don't get him wrong, she was pretty and maybe if he was anyone else, he would get with her but he wasn't anyone else. He knew she had this crush on him and it was killing him that he couldn't give her what she wanted.
