Behave

3: Magnus Bane is Cooler

"Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie." -Khaled Hossieni

*Derek Morgan*

My phone in my pocket rang, and when I pulled it out, 'Baby Rossi' lit up the screen. I chuckled and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Morgan? It's Reid." I heard a voice say. "Do you know where the Riverside Apartment Complex is downtown?"

"We just passed it about five minutes ago, why?" I looked at Emily, who looked at me with a knowing look.

"Magnus Prince, meet us there." He hung up and I looked at Emily.

"Turn around. Go to that apartment complex we passed earlier." Emily swerved, turned on our lights, and we were off.

When we got there, Reid was helping Rossi's daughter get her bulletproof vest on. It was a few sizes too big, but it protected her well.

We stopped the car and stood with the rest of them.

"What's up with this Magnus guy?" Emily asked, and I scoffed.

"Yeah, is he our unsub?"

"Suspect." Kate said while Reid strapped her up. Rossi was glaring at him, but it could understand that, it was a kid putting his hands all over his daughter, I'd be mad as hell too.

"Magnus' real name is Charles Debalte. Kate's supposed deceased boyfriend." Reid said, his eyes not leaving his hands as he worked.

"So you think it could be him?" Emily asked, and Kate scoffed.

"Of course I do. He had an obsession with blondes, and now the last girl that was killed looks like me. Coincidence?"

I pursed my lips, and Hotch walked up. "Let's go." He said, and we all followed the SWAT team.

Kate walked up to the man in the lobby behind the desk up front. "Katie! How wonderful to see you!" The man said in a thick accent, and they hugged and said some crap in Italian, and the man handed her a key.

She showed it to Rossi. "Master key. No need to break down the doors."

"Good job, sweetheart. Let's move." He said, and we climbed the stairs to the second level. I ordered Kate to stay behind me, as we approached room 11.

Hotch called "Magnus Prince! FBI, open up!"

There was silence.

I pushed through the crowd of people and tried the door, which was locked, so I had Kate hand me the key. I unlocked it and flung the door open, and we went in.

Kate looked like she was going to cry, but I ignored it as we looked around. 'Clear' echoed from every room, and we all put down our guns.

"So, Kate, anything odd about the rooms?" Reid asked, and she took a deep breath.

"He hates blue. Charlie hates blue." She whispered. Blue was painted on the walls, there were blue suede couches, and anything that could be blue, was.

"Maybe he wants to be the opposite man he was." I piped in, and Kate shook her head at the living room.

"I need to see the bedroom." She walked quickly, and Reid tried his best to keep up. Was it just me, or was he whipped?

I followed them, and Kate's expression made me almost choke on my words.

*Katheryn Rossi*

He had pictures of me on his walls. Pictures of us together years before, pictures of just me from days before. They were lined on the wall above his bed, but when I tuned to the opposite wall, there was pictures of my dad. I gasped lightly when I saw him with several women, I counted about a dozen.