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-five The
Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, Damon could feel Spencer turn. Looking over his shoulder, he had just moved onto his side. Spencer was out, and Damon was glad for that.
"He's cute" Damon looked to his front to face himself, leaning against the tv stand. "I know" Damon replied to himself. "Why am I here Damon?" Damon sighed, rubbing his face then looking back up at himself. "I'm gonna need you. When the time comes. I'm gonna need you, to do the thing I can't" he said, keeping his voice down so he didn't wake Spencer. "Just don't take your medication, and I'll be there". Damon nodded, looking down, hearing the footsteps walk away.
"You okay?" Damon could hear Spencer's sleepy voice asked. "Fine" he whispered back, laying back down next to the man. "You don't look okay, you look uneasy" Spencer said, Damon chuckling at the thought. "I'm good" he placed a kiss on Spencer's forehead.
Damon had this thing, where he pretended to be this person he wasn't. He was a soft man, caring one, but he but on his persona where he was sarcastic and quiet. He felt like unsweetened lemonade.
Walking into the conference room of the police station, you'd see Hotch sitting at the head of the table. JJ, Emily and Penelope next to each other, waiting for the man to start, well Morgan, Rossi and Reid sat next to each other. Damon was at the other end of the table, looking at Aaron. "We got an anonymous tip this morning, about the man who has been committing these murders" Hotch said, him calm, but not relaxed. "We don't know by who", "I'd like to report the name of the man, who has been killing all these woman". Hotch looked at Damon. "The name we got is-"
"Roman Odair" "Roman Odair"
Everyone looked at Damon, him not moving a muscle as he looked at Hotch. "I'm guessing that's what the file is" he said looking at the file that was in front of his boss. "Yes, it's on your father" Hotch nodded. Damon already knew this, hell he was even expecting this. What could he say? He made the call.
Damon was gonna but his dad in jail, not matter the cost or consequences. He was gonna be the one to do it. Not Hotch, not Morgan, him. No one could try and talk him out of it, even if it meant going back to jail, or the death penalty, he was willing the take the risk. He was willing to die, so the people he loved wouldn't get hurt.
"So, this anonymous tip, thinks that, my father, is the person killing these woman?" Damon asked as he watched the man on the other end of the table nod. He took a deep breath, feeling the eyes leave their gaze on them. "We don't know much about your father-" Damon cut Hotch off, "call him Roman." Hotch nodded before continuing, "we don't much on Roman Odair. All we do know is that he is a defence lawyer and makes almost two grand every year." Aaron said, reading off the file he had opened. "He had a wife, Anastasia Le'Rose or Anastasia Le'Rose-Odair. His son, Damon Le'Odair." Everyone listened, Spencer grabbed Damon's hand under the table. Damon squeezed his hand, not letting his face show his true emotions.
