"Hi, can I ask you a few questions? I'm with the FBI." I say and hold up my badge. The man gives me an odd look, and steps aside. "Come in." He says and glances down at my belt. My gun sat, , in it's case. Un-used, and hopefully, for good. I question him on what he say, he seemed suspicious, but still- I would be if an FBI agent was at my door. "Is there anyone you live with... Can I get your name?" I ask. "Tom Marshals." He grunts. "Thank you. Now is there anyone you live with?" I ask, pressing now. I was getting more and more agitated. "Yes. I have two children." He grunts, yet again. "Now, may I talk to one of them, than the other?" I ask. His face reddens. "Now why would you want to do that?" His voice almosts cracks, but it rises instead. "It's just apart of the investigation." I tell him. "Fine." He says and as he gets up, I see something. A weapon? Yes. I jump up and grab his arms, and push him forward, onto his stomach. "What are you doing with a gun now Tom?" I ask nicely, I nearly laugh at myself. My adreniline starts racing. Two teenagers walk in. "Dad?" They call out. "Stop." I say. "What are your names?" I ask as I take the gun off of Tom's back-pocket. "What are you doing?!" The girl yells. The boy just stops, and stares. "I'm apart of the FBI, I'm just here to question your family, and your father had a gun." I say. The girl looked horrified, and the boy... Looked... Scared. "Sit down, both of you." I say and point to the chairs behind me, where me and Tom had been talking. "Now Tom, I'm going to call down my team if you don't tell me, what are you doing with this gun?" I ask him, still on my knees, holding his hands to his back. He was still on his stomach. "It's... For later." He says. The kids sat in the chairs as I directed, watching, and listening. I hear the girl crying, it was muffled, so I guessed she was crying onto the brother's shoulder. "What's your fathers' name?" I turn to them slightly and ask. "Garret Marshals." The boy says. "Who is Tom Marshals?" I ask the boy. "That's my name." He says. I feel my anger rise. "What's your sister's name?" I ask. "Mallory Marshals." The girl says. I sigh. I hold Garret's hands behind his back with one hand tightly, and take out my phone. I hesitate, but when hit the dial button, and wait, as it rings. "What's up Liz? I just finished." He says. I sigh, feeling my fingers ache. "I cleared a gun on this one. Come in here, I think the door is open." I say. "What?" Morgan sounded worried, or angry?" I couldn't tell. I hang up and put my phone away. "Can you tell me something Garret?" I ask him. "Yes?" He asks, despite my grip. Was he faking? Could he easily escape? Or was it because of my gun?" I ask myself. "What did you really do? I'll even have the kids cover their ears if you don't want them hearing." I say. "I killed them. I killed them all. The kids can even listen. They're next anyway. Maybe even today." He says. "You son of a..." I trail off. I hear the door open with a bang, I look over at the kids. They both had gotten up. "Sit down." I say, feeling my anger boil. I was so sickened... It was too easy. There had to be more.
Morgan walks in. He sees everything, and I release my tight grip a bit on Garret. Morgan had brought cuffs with him, thank goodness. He cuffs Garret. "I got the kids. I didn't get much out of him." I say. Morgan leaves. I turn to the confused kids. "I'm going to ask you this straight up. I've gone through this when I was our age. I now have kids your age. Made some nasty mistakes. Do you know anything about what is going on?" I ask. They both nod, yes. I stare at them, confused. "First of all, how old are you both?" I ask. "I'm sixteen, Mallory is thirteen." Tom says. "What do you know?" I ask. Turning to Tom. "I'm going to give you time to calm down." I say and hand Mallory a tissue. He begins to talk about the murders. It was like a scary story, but real. It was awful. Mallory tells me a bit more. She'd gone through sexual abuse from her father. I could barely take it anymore. "Do you have any relatives?" I ask. They begin to name relatives. I nod, and right it down. "Can you come with me?" I ask. They both follow me, down the elevator, and out the lobby. I thank the man at the desk, and leave. I felt responsible for the kids, so I tell Hotch I was taking the girl and boy to the hospital, to get checked out. I call their relatives, asking what happened. Their Grandmother said yes. I tell her what happened, and interview her, and then tell her what her son did. She cries even harder when I tell her this. Today was filled with tears, and at the end of it all, It was all overflowing. There was so much stress. Garret and Mallory spent the night at their Grandmother's house, and the day was over at work.
I drive home, and get there finally. I was tired after the long day. I had two guns now, which was a bit odd for me. I get out of the car and lock the car. Walking insie and locking the door, I realize how late it was. It was midnight.
