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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 . . . . . ╰──╮
november 7th, 2009
"who the hell are you people?" mason turner's voice is sharp and brittle as we step inside his house, the sound bouncing off the walls. jj switches on the overhead lights, the sudden brightness illuminating the cramped living room cluttered with books and medical equipment. "you're mason turner, right?" i ask, my voice steady but inquisitive as i scan the room. "dr. turner." he corrects curtly, his sharp eyes narrowing.
"this is my sister, lee hightower. has she been here?" william interrupts, stepping forward with barely restrained urgency. "can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" mason snaps, his frustration escalating. "we're with the fbi," hotch answers firmly, stepping into the space beside me. "we've been invited by the rcmp to assist on an ongoing investigation."
"you haven't been invited into my canadian home," mason spits back, his voice rising. "get the hell out." "sir, we've been invited by the proper authorities." i reply evenly, though his hostility thickens the air between us. before the tension can escalate further, jeff enters the room. his face immediately pales when his gaze lands on mason. "telephone," mason says icily. his fingers twitch, and a nearby computer dials automatically. "call 911." he instructs flatly.
the operator answers and mason begins rattling off his address, his tone clipped and professional. "this won't be necessary." jeff huffs, his face growing redder by the second. "i want these people out of my house. they have no right to be here." mason insists. "agents rossi, hotchner, can i speak to you in the other room?" jeff calls out, his tone leaving no room for argument.
the three of them disappear into a side room, but their heated discussion carries clearly through the thin walls. i exchange a glance with jj as their argument grows louder. jeff's frustration is obvious—he's demanding that william hightower be taken back into custody and that we vacate the premises. suddenly, morgan's voice cuts through the noise. "hotch!"
i pull out my gun instinctively, my pulse quickening as i sprint outside with the team close behind. "you said we were looking for ten missing people? there's a bin over there with over a hundred pairs of shoes." morgan says grimly, his voice heavy with disgust. the flashlight emily holds trembles slightly as she shines it over the large wooden container. i walk up to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "god, this is so much worse than we thought." i murmur, my stomach twisting as she nods wordlessly.
turning, my gaze falls on a pigpen just beyond the bin. the realization dawns cold and sickening. "we might not find bodies," reid says quietly from behind me. "pigs are omnivores. they eat anything, and i mean anything." hotch and rossi confer with the local detectives, their voices low and serious. within minutes, the decision is made: we're staying. calls go out to every available officer in ontario, and soon the farmland is swarmed with flashing red and blue lights.
