Puppet Master (Jelsa)

Chapter 1: Five Years Later

Chapter 1: Five Years Later

Five years, it's been five years since Sally died, since I became Dr. Jack Dream and started to work for the BAU with my team. It's a great job, and I'm good at it, I know I've helped a lot of people and I know I've lost some. Because I understand you can't save everyone, and not everyone can be saved like Sally. But with this job, I started to learn things, I've learned I can read people like a book, the minute I look into their eyes, I can see their whole life I feel like. It's like I'm watching a movie on their life, what they did in the past. I never knew or why I got this "gift", I didn't have it as a kid or even when I was a teen, I noticed it maybe after two days after Sally died.

Another thing I was good at was telling when someone was lying. My boss likes to call me the human lie detector but really, it's just easy to tell how they lie. But he also calls my "movie" my sight, I hated that name because I don't see it as a sight at all. Only him and my team knew about my sight. But really, everyone has a story, and their eyes are the windows into those stories.

I lend back in my chair as I finish my report form our last case. It's nice to travel but to be back home, it was the best feeling. As I close the file I pull out another file, case #101, Sally Carter. Yes, Sally did kill herself but I found out that night that she wasn't the first but she was the last.

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"Jackson Dream?" I hear as I look up to see a man with sliver black hair slicked back. "I'm Special Agent Ezra Reid, I wanted to ask you some questions." He says as he sits down next to me. "Special Agent? Are you BAU or FBI?" I ask making him smile, "I forgot, you're in the academy right now, am I correct? I work for the BAU, is that where you're training for?" He ask making me nod, "Yeah I am." I say as he opens up a file, "Well look at that, you got your masters at seventeen, how did you do that?" He ask. "I took college classes while I was in high school. I didn't want to skip high school so I did college and high school at the same time." I say taking a drink of my coffee trying to figure out whey Special Agent Reid wanted to see me after the death of my girlfriend.

"But yet... You waited two years to go into the academy why?" He ask. "I wanted to graduate with my friend Cash and Cash was getting money to join. So we waited until he had enough and then we joined together, we thought hell, it's four months in the academy and then what four years as FBI agent before I can join the BAU right?" I ask making Ezra nod, "In most cases yes, but you... You're a different story. Not a lot of people can get their masters at such a young age. You're only... What twenty?" He ask and I nod again, "Yeah." Ezra let out his breath, "Damn you really are young." "Is there a reason you're analyzing me?" I ask taking him off guard before he smiles, "I should of guessed you'd catch on. The reason I am here is because... I don't think Sally killed herself, I mean in the way you're thinking." He says making me laugh, "I saw it Special Agent Reid. I watched it with my own eyes. I..." I start before I look down at my hands.

"I felt the fabric of her dress as she jumped. I was... Inches away from grabbing her to pull her back... inches." I whispers trying not to cry again. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me look to see Ezra giving me a heartbroken look, "I didn't tell you before but I really am sorry for your loss." He says making me nod, "Thanks." I say almost monotone. "This wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do. Even if you grabbed her, she would of found another way." He say making me shake my head, "No, no I could of talked her down, I could helped her." I say but Ezra shook his head, "No you couldn't because she had no choice." He says making me raise an eyebrow to her, "What are you thinking?" I ask him.

"Right... Mr... Excuse me, Dr. Dream, have you ever heard of the serial killer called The Therapist?" Ezra asked making me nod, "Yeah his a therapist who somehow convinces his patients to kill them...." I start but stop as I hear the words come out of my mouth. "Selves... Dr. Connolly." I whispers.