A Criminal Minds / Demily Fanfiction: Blast From The Past

Chapter 15

Derek's Pov

   Rossi and I made our way up to the Ashton's front door and just as we reached it, Brooke's husband opened the door. "Mr Ashton, I'm David Rossi and this is Derek Morgan. We're from the FBI. We're investigating what happened to your wife. May we come in?" Mr Ashton allowed us to enter the house. He shut the door behind us and we all went into the kitchen. "Mr Ashton, we just need to ask you a few questions.." I stood next to Rossi as we both waited for a response from Mr Ashton.

   "Call me Stephen. Would you like a drink?" Rossi and I both shook our heads and Stephen sat at the kitchen island. "Please, take a seat." We did and began the questioning.

   "Stephen, had you or your wife had any issues with anyone recently?" He shook his head and preceded to answer.

   "No. Everyone loves Brooke." Rossi made a note of his answer as I asked the next question.

   "And have you noticed anything strange in the last week or so leading up to your wife's attack?" Mr. Ashton thought for a moment before answering this one.

   "Not that I can think of." There was a brief pause. "But there has been a green pick up truck parked on the street a few times. I thought it strange because no one on our street owns a green pick up." To be fair, it didn't exactly look like the pick up truck kind of neighbourhood.

Rossi's Pov

   Derek was distracted. He tried to cover it up by focusing on the interview, but I've known him long enough to know when something is up; and I had my own suspicions about what it was. Before Emily came back, I thought that there might still have been something going on with him and Lauren, but then as soon as I saw the way he looked at Emily when he saw she was back, I figured I was wrong.

   "If there's anything else that you think of just give the precinct a call." I was aware that Derek snd Stephen had still been talking while I was caught up in my thoughts, but what I hadn't realised was that the conversation was almost at its end.

   "Of course. Anything I can do to help. Whoever did this to Brooke needs to be brought to justice." He was angry, but what did I expect from someone who'd been through what he had?

   "Ok. Well, thank you.You've been very helpful." We left Stephen to get his daughter ready for bed and headed back to the precinct.

Emily's Pov

   I chased the suspect down the fire escape and onto a practically deserted back street. He realised there was nowhere left to go when he hit the eight foot tall fence at the other end. "STOP! FBI!" I yelled, but he didn't seem to care. He reached into his jeans, pulled out a gun and aimed it right at me.

   "Luke, put the gun down." I was talking calmer now. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm here to talk about your sister." He was clearly taken aback by what I had said.

   "You are? Why now? What is so special about now, that the FBI suddenly gives a crap about what happened to my sister?" He was extremely drunk, and he must have felt like nobody cared; like no-one actually wanted to solve Kelly's murder.

   "There have been more attacks, which means more evidence. The NYPD called us in this morning. I promise you that we will catch whoever killed your sister!" Luke lowered his gun and walked slowly towards me as JJ and Lauren bounded in behind me.