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after joining the bau, madelyn mortier's hazy past clears--allowing her a fresh start. she endevers in this newfound family but will the demons of her past seep back in to destroy it? can she start anew and put aside her ghosts to focus on...
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╭──╯ . . . . . VIOLENT DELIGHTS ܴೈ
✧.* ONEERTAXEA . . . . . ╰──╮
october 18th, 2009
the group gathers their go bags and heads to the jet. i sit down by the window, away from the circle where the others usually sit. it's comforting to have that small space to myself. i watch out the window as we start to take off, feeling the hum of the engines through the seat.
"hey, you okay?" emily asks, sliding into the seat next to me. she sounds genuinely concerned, but i'm not really in the mood for deep conversation. "fine, happy to be back." i say, eyes still on the window as the plane lifts into the sky. "did hotch nail you good?" emily says, and i feel her eyes on me, watching for any sign that i'm not okay. i sigh, offering a small smile. "yeah, i deserved it though, i should've waited for morgan and reid, my mistake."
emily nods, giving me that look of understanding before hotchner calls us over for another briefing. i take a deep breath and get up, joining the rest of the team. "good to see you, madelyn." rossi says as i sit down across from him.
"you too." i reply, feeling a little more at ease now that we're back into the flow of things. i glance over at reid, noticing his knee in a brace, crutches leaning next to him. "reid, what happened?" i ask, gesturing to his injury. "i was shot a couple of cases ago, fractured my femur." he says like it's a badge of honor, excitement clear in his voice.
"oh wow, i'm sorry." i say, glancing at the crutches. he shrugs it off like it's nothing, and i turn my focus back to the case as hotchner starts laying it out. "our unsub, darrien call, has no driver's license, so he shouldn't be too hard to track. it's likely he'll be using public transportation." hotchner explains, his voice a little off, something i can't quite put my finger on.
"he wouldn't take the bus if his face is everywhere." emily says, leaning forward slightly. "has anyone found a stressor?" i ask, trying to focus on the task at hand. "he just lost his job," garcia chimes in through the screen. "he's been working at the same factory since 1990, making appliances. no promotions, no raises, just stuck in the same position all these years." "that's a long time to be bitter." i comment, flipping through the files.
the plane ride continues with us discussing more about darrien call. garcia finds out he's been staying in a shelter—no family, no ties to anyone. just pure anger and resentment. his first victim, the stock boy, was a proxy for someone in his life, and we're all on edge trying to figure out who that person might be. he's got endless targets and the means to keep going.
