Tale of Twin Flames

No Time To Die

                "That I'd fallen for a lie

You were never on my side

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die" - Billie Eilish

"FBI! FREEZE! FREEZE!" Guns drawn and the smell of sweaty SWAT team uniform fill the empty house used to lure Richard Slessman.

The creepy kid looks directly at Gideon, as if he was some admirer who's stalking from afar. The team walks into Slessmans house, Aaron and Mary walk straight upstairs to his room. The secrets to a teenagers mind is alway hidden in their bedrooms.

"Music tells a lot about how someone is feeling," Mary says as she runs a finger over the mountain of CDs over his bed.

"I see a computer over there, but everything else is just so... plain," Aaron says as he walks towards the computer in the seemingly empty teenage room. The walls are empty besides the gross yellow polka dot walls. The dressers are minimalistic, only small knick knacks here and there. It feels empty and somewhat wrong.

"Hotch! Come search the garage," Gideon yells from downstairs. Aaron as quickly as he ran upstairs, ran back down.

"I want in, I want the open spot at the BAU," The sexoffender agent said. "Do you have any evidence?"
"Just trust your instincts," Derek said. What should be good advice is an optimistic approach that really doesn't help. They both walk into the room, as Mary looks over the CDs the sex offender walks up to her, hand out ready for a handshake.

"Agent Leaman, I've heard nothing but good stories about your work at the BAU. I'm Agent Elle Greenaway."

"Call me Mary. Derek is right. Trusting your gut and reading the room is the best way to get into the BAU." A smirk forms on Mary's face as the two agents shake hands.

"Something is not right. This is a boys room. Not a man." Derek enters the room, and almost exactly like Aaron walks over to the laptop that two forensic guys are playing with.

Almost if queued or if the room got too crowded, Mary was off. She found Reid in this attic type building.

"I don't know many teenagers that play Go," Mary says as she walks up to Spencer.

"It's a difficult game, even more challenging when you play yourself," he says as she spins the board on the table.

"It might provide an advantage, actually. Go is a psychologically revealing game," Mary starts.

"There are profiles for every player: the conservative, point counter, the aggressor, the finesser," Reid continues.

"What kind of player is Slessman?" Elle asks.

"The extreme aggressor." As if the agents are getting lower. A sigh just slips out of Mary's chest as she walks out of the room. The hardest part about cases is getting close but not getting quite there yet.

"What happened to the computer?" Mary asked as she walked back into the bedroom. Telling from the disappointment Derek wears so clearly on his face, some clear stupidity went down and now he is reaping the consequences.

"We have 6 attempts to get into the hard drive before it wipes itself clean," he says, frustration living on his face.

"There could be an email, or a journal, something that tells us where Heather is," Elle says, putting stress on an already stressful situation.