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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
hours passed as we pieced together more of darrien call's past, every new detail making it harder to shake the darkness hanging over this case. his file was riddled with bolded words like 'trauma', detailing the abuse he suffered as a child. it left scars that went far beyond the physical. and now, it was all spilling over. he had now abducted a little boy from an orphanage, not too many hours before. i could feel the weight of it settling in—the boy wasn't just a victim to darren. he was a reflection of himself.
"he sees that kid as himself." rossi said, pacing as if he could make sense of it all by moving. i glanced over at hotchner. something was off with him. after his outburst today, refusing help from the task force, insisting we could solve this by looking at old crimes as he tried with the reaper. but he seemed scattered, distant, more reckless. "is this a good idea?" i asked, watching his reaction carefully. "i mean, we could use all the help we can get."
he shook his head, resolute. "we'll handle this." i didn't press it, but the unease gnawed at me. we eventually pieced together that darrien's father was the hollow creek killer, which explained why no one had claimed him during his childhood. his entire life had been overshadowed by that monster. garcia was digging into his mother's side of things, but all she found was a death certificate—no other answers. it wasn't long before we got an address for his father, bill jarvis. we all knew it—the showdown was about to happen.
in the suv, i tied my hair back, trying to mentally prepare. hotchner sped through the streets, the urgency palpable. snipers took their positions, and the SWAT van pulled up behind us. it was a standard setup, but my stomach was in knots. the lieutenant briefed us, saying the exits were covered. "there's a kid in there. we've got it under control."
i adjusted my earpiece, glancing over at the house. "call needs a distraction. he's focused on the old man, but that won't last." the lieutenant didn't budge. "we're going to infiltrate. teams are in position." emily backed me up, her voice steady. "you do that, someone dies. we don't have to end it like that." the lieutenant didn't seem convinced. "either call or a child murderer—flip a coin." i stepped in. "we get a confession from jarvis, he goes away. that kid doesn't need to go through more trauma."
suddenly, i noticed hotchner walking straight toward the house, no vest, no backup. "hotch!" emily shouted, but he didn't even turn around. morgan started to run after him, but rossi held him back, shaking his head. i stood there, watching in disbelief. what the hell is he doing? we all watched the front door, breathless. i was sweating, my hand hovering near my gun, waiting for the worst. a gunshot. a yell. anything. emily voiced what we were all thinking. "what is he doing?"
