A Criminal Minds / Demily Fanfiction: Blast From The Past

Chapter 18

JJ's Pov

   We arrived at David Andrews' address and Derek bashed his fist against the front door. "David Andrews, we're from the FBI and we need to talk to you!" There was the sound of a chain being being un-latched from the other side of the door before it opened.

   "How can I help?" A rather tall and black haired man answered the door and seemed more than happy to help in any way he could.

   "May we come in?" David stepped aside and allowed us to enter his home. It was very clean and well kept. The colour scheme was rather boring; a lot of black, white and cream. But if that's the way he chose to decorate, then who was I to judge.

   So, we all sat around the dining table as David answered all of our questions. It was pretty clear to both me and Derek that he wasn't our Unsub; the psychology was all wrong.

   "So is that all? It's just that I kind of have a lunch date..." I didn't see a reason to keep him any longer; he obviously didn't know anything.

   "Yeah. Thanks for your help!" He saw us to the door and closed it behind us once we were outside. I hoped the others were having more luck than we were.

Rossi's Pov

   Reid and I hadn't been at Simon Lewis' apartment long when I got a call from Morgan, informing us that David Andrews wasn't our Unsub. "So, you are the owner of a green pick up truck, are you not?" Reid asked Simon. Reid looked a little lost asking questions to the suspect by himself whilst I looked around the room to get a feel for the guy.

   "Yeah, I do own one, but my sister borrowed it last week. She took her son to visit our father in Boston." I couldn't tell if he was lying, but I was relying on Reid for that.

   "So, there's no way it could have been used in a crime two days ago?" This time I asked the question so Reid could watch Simon's body language.

   "No. She borrowed it last Thursday, and they've been in Boston since." Reid nodded towards me to indicate that he thought Simon was telling the truth.

   "Okay, Thank you for answering our questions." Simon smiled and showed us to the door. If it wasn't David or Simon, that only left Christopher.

Lauren's Pov

Christopher Rimmer lived in one of those brownstones that seem to be everywhere. Emily knocked on the door, whilst I made my way to the back of the property. "I don't think anyone's in." Emily stated, and I agreed. Unfortunately, nobody was home.

   "Hey, there's a window back here. It's open. I think I can get a look inside." I climbed onto a pile of wood to the side and peered into the window; there was a driver's license on the table. It was Brooke's. This was it; Christopher Rimmer was our Unsub. "Em, you have to see this!" I called back to Emily.

   "Lauren! Lauren, he's here! Im chasing him!" I heard her shout back. I ran towards the front of the brownstone just in time to see Emily disappear into an alley. I began to follow, and that's when I heard it; a noise that stopped me dead in my tracks. A gunshot.