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❝We're neither pure; nor wise; nor good; we do the best we know

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❝We're neither pure; nor wise; nor good; we do the best we know.

VOLTAIRE


2.7: delayed gratification

OR

season 7, episode 9 : self-fulfilling prophecy


THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON IN FIN'S MIND TODAY. This morning, Hotch was supposed to brief Strauss on the Esther situation, but before he could, she messaged him about a case involving a military boys' school in Florida. And now they're meeting in her office and have been for the last half-hour. To say that Fin is nervous would be an understatement.

And not only that, but just last night, Penelope came rushing into the bullpen, breathless, to announce that she'd found Esther's SUV on a security camera in downtown Quantico and issued an APB for the entirety of northern Virginia. Fin can't get the image out of her mind.

"Here they come," Emily mutters, gesturing to the conference room window. Fin cranes her head, following her gaze: Hotch and Strauss stride through the BAU doors, heading toward the stairs. Her heartbeat quickens involuntarily.

Hotch enters the room first, pulling out a chair for Strauss between Emily and Penelope, and then glances around the table. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but Chief Strauss has brought a case to my attention. It's time-sensitive and government-related, so the current case will take a backseat for the next few days unless something comes up."

Fin nods in agreement. There's no use in arguing this point: She'd rather be doing something productive, instead of waiting around for days and weeks until Esther decides to kill someone else.

"Somerville Military Academy in Oceanside, Florida," Hotch continues, reading from a memo pad in his hands. "Five boys were found hanging this morning."

"The bodies are at the medical examiner's now," Strauss adds.

"There's no photos?" Morgan asks, raising his eyebrows.

"School personnel thought they may still be alive, so they cut them out of the trees," Strauss replies grimly.

"Jimmy Burbage, Philip Mumford, Jerry Bowden, Jack Briggs, Tucker Calhoun," Hotch reads, his finger skimming down the list on the paper.

"So we're walking into a contaminated crime scene." Morgan sighs. "They don't have anything solid?"

"'We're sorry' was carved into a tree branch nearby," Hotch replies, an apologetic look on his face. Fin guesses that perhaps this case is more important to Strauss, and not to him. But with the current landscape and the things that have happened both to Emily and to Fin, it's best just to go alone with her.

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