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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 8th, 2009
another hour drags by, and i can't stand still anymore. i find hotch and stride over, needing action. "hotch, i gotta get out of here. i'm gonna meet up with emily and reid, form a search party. i can't just stand around and wait." i sigh.
"call if you need backup." he replies, his usual sternness softened. i'm surprised he's letting me go off alone, considering my monitored duty status. "i will," i assure him, and as i turn, he calls out. "mortier?" he says, the sun glinting off his sunglasses. "yeah?" "be careful." "always." i reply, heading off to find reid and emily. i walk into the barn and spot reid up in the loft, kneeling among scattered belongings.
"i found where lucas sleeps." he calls down. "up there? so mason was lying?" i ask, noting the rough setup—just planks and scattered hay. "hard to believe mason didn't know his brother was here." reid mutters, examining a pile of tattered drawings. "anything up there to help us track him down?" i ask. "nothing solid, not yet," reid pauses. "but i doubt he's psychotic." "why's that?" i ask, looking up at him.
"these drawings suggest autism or an intellectual disability. co-occurring psychosis with developmental disabilities is rare—it's more likely lucas doesn't fully grasp the consequences of his actions." "anything to suggest he's as dangerous as mason claims?" i ask. "not in these sketches. they're childlike—there's a hint he's being watched, though. when we find him, he might be scared. maybe confused."
"think he'll fight?" "maybe." reid glances at me, his expression darkening. "hey, maddy—ever get the feeling a case isn't going to end well?" i nod slowly. "yeah, but keep looking. this girl needs us." i offer a small smile, leaving him to the task. outside, i find emily and we start toward the woods, the quiet heavy around us. "how long have you been with the fbi now?" i ask as we walk. "almost seven years." she says with a slight smile. "it's been five for me," i say, hands in my fbi windbreaker pockets. "but it's all i've thought about today—this guy has been out here for years, killing ninety-eight people, and we didn't even know."
"we know now. and we'll make him pay." she replies firmly. "but how many more are out there, em? hunting, killing? no matter how hard we work, it's never going to end." i sigh, the weight of our job pressing down on me. before emily can reply, a search officer calls us over. we jog through the trees to find a creek cutting through the terrain. emily sighs. "he must've gone into the water."
"if the dogs lose his scent, this is gonna be like searching for a needle in a very big haystack." i mutter. "maybe we should split up? one on either side of the creek." emily suggests. "as long as i don't have to deal with that damn pig farm, i'm game." i say, hopping across a few rocks. with a team of search officers, i start combing through the tall grass, keeping an eye out for any movement. a crackle in my ear catches my attention—it's emily. "i see someone in the woods, sneaking around."
