Criminal Minds [Multiship] * H I A T U S *

《20 - Conversation》

"Well, well, well..... Special Agent Christopher Cerulli," Misery smirked. "I can see now why Ash is head over heels for you."

Ash giggled mischievously, amused.

"Oh, don't embarrass me, baby," she smirked as he held his arm around her.

Chris just stood there silently. He figured they were waiting for him, or Ash wouldn't have made him chase her through the club.

"Well, to what do I owe your presence here tonight?" he asked.

"So.... You're Misery and Ash," Chris said.

"Just your regular Joker and Harley team. Might as well call us that," he smiled, chuckling at the end. "Please, have a seat, order a glass of brandy, on me."

Chris sighed and sat down. "Thank you, but umm.... I don't drink," he spoke.

"Hmm.. A sober man... I admire that," he said, smiling. "Someone who can face the cruel reality of this world without having to use a bottle of whiskey to cloud it is someone who shows strength. To me you seem like you've faced many harsh realities before."

Chris pursed his lips. "You can say that."

"Well, a toast to you," he smirked, raising his glass of Jack Daniels. "Now, you certainly aren't here for a chat on sports or the weather, are you?"

Chris shook his head and then pulled out a Roadkill newspaper clipping.

Ash's eyes lit up with amusement. "Oooohhh, he's going to talk about Roady!!"

"This just became very interesting," he laughed.

"We believe he could be one of your guys, Misery," Chris spoke. "Word around the street is you and your gions can sometimes tend to get a little carried away."

"Hmm... Got the crime scenes?" Misery asked.

Chris pulled out some pictures from inside his jacket poket, unfolding them and handing them to Misery and Ash.

"Oooooohhhh....... I'm jealous," she giggled.

"Quite the artist.... But definitely not my clowns," Misery said. "They definitely would have done this in the middle of a parade instead of an alley."

"So nobody you know?" Chris asked.

"Not that I recall," Misery said. "But he's definitely something. Tell me, agent, why are you so interested in this vigilante?"

Chris was quiet. "What do you mean?"

"At this point, stress would have one, you would have given up... Why haven't you, doll?" Ash asked.

Before Chris can answer, a hand touched bis shoulder, and he turned to see Kuza there.

"Chris, the guards are down," he said.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Someone knocked them out, on the way to the roof access," Angelo said.

Chris grunted and snatched the pictures from the table.

"Thank you," He said, and hurried over to the back of the club, where Matt knelt near one of Danny's guys, holding a bloody towel to his head.

"Name," Chris demanded.

"Uggghh... Ben Bruce," he groaned. "What did that little masked freak hit me with?"

"Which way?" Chris said.

"Roof. Denis has it locked," Matt said.

"Kuza, stay with them," Chris said and ran in through the halls, coming up to where a pale tattooed guy stood, holding an automatic.