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

《25 - Confession》

*Fixed the previous chapter a bit*

The next morning, Chris organized the Roadkill Horror file so he could interrogate Richard Olson.

Bethany Olson was also contacted to meet with her brother.

There was suddenly a knock and Angelo and Devin walked in.

"How is he?" Chris asked, referring to Matt.

"Shaken up, but he's alright. Sixx sent him home with Kuza," Devin said.

"We're guessing Roadkill got him while he was in the room with Gottwald," Angelo said.

"Yeah, me too. Well, let's see what Roadkill here has to say about his killing spree," Chris said, closing the file.

"Maria already has him in the interrogation room," Angelo said.

"Let's go then, shall we?" Chris said.

"I only came to drop off Ange. I need to go check on Matt," Devin said as he and Angelo then shared a kiss, Devin smiling as they pulled back. "See you later."

"Bye," Angelo smiled as Devin left, and then turned to see Chris smirking at him.

Angelo blushed furiously. "Shut up."

Chris just laughed and nudged him forward to the interrogation room.

~~~~~

"This kid is probably the biggest little shit I've ever met," Maria groaned as she sat in the recording room.

"Why? What did he do?" Chris asked as Angelo looked at Roadkill through the one way mirror. He was handcuffed to the table, but looked as bored as a high school student in math class.

"Looks bored as hell," Angelo said.

"Tell that to Mabbitt. Just got out of interrogating him an hour ago, had to get out before he took a swing at the little fucker. You ask him a question, he's just gonna throw back a question on Roswell, or JFK, or one of my personal favorites, Bush Did 9/11," she said.

"Oh great. Conspiracy theorist," Angelo said, sarcasm obvious in his voice. "Thanks, Chris."

"Hey, you're the one who zapped him," Chris debated.

"Okay, but who wouldn't have?" Angelo argued.

Chris just rolled his eyes. "Let me try to talk to him."

"Good luck," Maria said as he walked out.

~~~~~

"So, I'm going to ask again, is there someone you're working for?" Chris asked, feeling his patience wearing thin.

"You tell me," Richard said. "Is Osama Bin Laden really dead?"

Chris sighed, his fingers resting on his temple.

"I can go all day. I'm not squealing," He smirked, amusement in his blue eyes.

"Well, its best you do, or its just going to be worse for you," Chris negotiated.

Richard was silent. "Tell you what.... Let me see Beth, and I just MIGHT tell you something," he said. "I need to make sure she's okay. If I don't see her, I'll just keep asking about Project MKUltra."