Redemption | Criminal Minds

Chapter 9

From my place on the floor, I sigh in annoyance and peer up in anger at one Derek Morgan.

"When you said you had an idea; I was expecting something with a bit more pizzazz and dare I say, effectiveness," I groan as I tighten my grip around the rusty nail he managed to work out of the bed slat.

"Look, it just needs to work long enough for us to move the fight outside of this room; if we can do that, there's a good chance we won't die today," He sighs, pulling a hand down his face as he stands up from my "lifeless" body.

"Fine, but be warned; I'm exceptional at playing dead so don't get too worried or anything," I huff before allowing my body to go limp, slowing my breathing.

He nods his head and heads to the door, signaling for me to shut my eyes.

I can faintly hear a television outside the door advertising some magical hemorrhoid cream. That is; until Derek puts his plan into play.

"Hey, HEY; you've gotta help us!" He screams and I must admit, his acting skills are quite good "I think she's dead!"

The pounding of footsteps.

One threat. Two of us. Yeah, that should work.

The door flings open and I hear a gun click as it's seemingly placed to Derek's head.

"Get BACK; GET ON THE BED OR YOU'LL JOIN HER!" One of them screeches and I curse inwardly as I hear a second set of steps joining him.

Two. Armed.

Less than equal, less than ideal. Time for Plan B.

I force my body to seize and shudder, wincing as my shoulder slams against the carpet.

My eyes open and I put on a show of rolling them into the back of my head.

I can see their positions now, both in the door staring at me in confusion.

The man with the limp makes a move towards me, but the second man stops him.

"She could be faking; go guard him," He sneers before stalking over to me.

I allow myself to go limp once more and hold my breath, simulating my own tragic death. Boohoo.

His rough fingers press to my neck and he leans in, ear regrettably close to my mouth to check my breathing. It's not ideal, but it'll work.

I close my teeth around his ear, ignoring his screams as I shoot my eyes open and shove the nail through his hand before he can squeeze the trigger on his gun.

Scratch that. My gun. The idiot had taken my gun. Must have taken it off me when he decided to play serial killer. Playing nice was definitely out the window.

He relinquishes my weapon in pain and I kick him off to the side.

By now, the second pain in my ass has his gun trained on Derek's noggin; albeit it loosely as he stares at me in horror and shock.

"Y-You stay back!" He screeches as I finish knocking his buddy unconscious.

"Ok; but how far back are we talking here buddy?" I question in mock confusion, taking a few steps towards him much to Derek's dismay, "Is this too close or should I move a bit further back?"

He tightens his fingers around the weapon, almost to the point of white knuckling the damn thing.

"No funny games!" He screams, "Get back or I'll put a bullet through his skull!"

Both captor and unwilling hostage display their surprise as I erupt into raucous laughter, swiping a stray tear as I struggle to contain myself.

"Oh boy hun, you really have yourself in a pickle here; put the bullet through his skull; there's one problem taken care of," I laugh, waving my gun around wildly, "He's better to you alive though unfortunately; I can't put a bullet through an FBI agent, but you are a whole other story!"

His eyes widen as he tucks himself behind Derek, cowering away from the sight of my weapon, gun switching from Derek to me.

Perfect.

"Why should I believe a word you say?!!" He throws back in realization, switching his gun from me to Derek once again.

Definitely not good.

Excessive perspiration.

Antsy.

Shaking.

Rattled enough to shoot, trigger finger. I move, he shoots.

Think. Think. THINK.

"Well, does this convince you?" I reply, focusing my sight and squeezing the trigger.

The projectile buries itself in Derek's upper arm and he lets out a pained gasp.

"Did you just- YOU SHOT ME?" He hisses, wincing and hunching over slightly at the sensation.

"Get over it," I roll my eyes and level the weapon once again.

"Y-You're crazy!" The man screams as he staggers back; the bullet having passed through Derek and into his shoulder; now he's finally pointing his weapon back at me.

We pull the trigger in unison and I attempt to pull myself out of harm's way.

The bullet whizzes through the air, successfully biting into his temple as he crumples onto the floor.

"Well, you're the serial killer..." I bite back, sinking to my knees involuntarily; an unfamiliar weakness pulling itself over my senses like a cloud over the sun.

My chest begins to tighten and my fingers slink up my chest, prodding for a wound. I gasp at the sensation and when I pull my hand away; it's coated in a sheen of coppery blood.

My gasp draws Derek's attention and his face twists in horror as he takes in my less than ideal state. I'd like to say I found relief clouding his eyes when I topple to my side; perhaps it would make this whole dying thing easier. But when I meet those eyes; I find nothing more than pain and agony.

They say death slows the world; but that's a lie. If anything, it's like rewinding a movie at full speed. You get glimpses of what could've been before it fades to black.

My last glimpses are Derek Morgan.

His bruised face screwed up in pain. His hand engulfing mine, the warmth of a lone tear on my blood crusted skin. Garbled words and footsteps pounding down the stairs. All I can do is smile.

"Better at d-dying than I t-thought" I grin before my eyes slip shut.

A/N:
I'm honestly not sure where I'm gonna go with this book because I started it a while ago and the accuracy is really not sitting well with me, but I'll let everyone know as soon as I work something out!