❝ But I'm only human
and I bleed when I fall down ❞
The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to assist on a serial killer case in New York. That's where they meet Special Agent Skylar Brown, a former military recruit with a past guarded better th...
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Rossi knocked on the white front door to the Walker residence. A man answered the door; he was hesitant. "Uh, hello?" He asked as he sucked in a breath.
With his eyes bloodshot and the hairs on his beard turning grey, he resembled much more of a zombie than the District Attorney he used to be; the man Spencer recognized from several photos.
"Mister Walker?" David asked, flashing his badge. "I'm SSA Rossi, this is my partner Doctor Reid, we're with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. May we come in, please?"
James Walker seemed to think about it. "You here because of my daughter or one of my cases?"
"Preferably both," Spencer said, his hand clutching the brown satchel closer to his body as if to use it as a shield against the world.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Both?" He asked.
"Yes, exactly."
Rossi frowned at the genius's careless words. Why does he have to be like that? He thought. "Um, Mister Walker, we are helping the local FBI with the investigation into your daughter's death," he said. "We do have reasons to believe it might be connected to one of your or your fellow District Attorneys' cases."
The doctor couldn't have said it better himself. No, literally, he couldn't have said it. What would he do if he were on his own? Hide behind his satchel and hope people don't hunt him down the street for being insensitive? Yeah, that wouldn't work.
At the man's reassuring words, James Walker opened the door to them. "I'm sorry, Agent Brown didn't tell me you were coming," he murmured.
Spencer looked at Dave for permission to speak. He nodded back at him, though he didn't seem pleased with it. "That's because Agent Brown probably didn't know that we were coming," he paired his words with a soft, boyish smile.
Let's be honest, no one could resist a smile like that.
"We're just here to review some of the information," Rossi said.
"What is it you do to help?"
"We want to establish a profile of the man that did this to help prevent this from happening to any other families. We want to minimize the loss of life as much as possible."
"I uh, I understand," the man wore a fake, broken smile.
Spencer could tell that the District Attorney was in pain, that he was suffering and found himself lost in the depression-state of grief. He didn't really want to know how bad the girl's mother was doing; one partner was always doing worse than the other, but sometimes there wasn't much of a difference.
