"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I s...
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'you are either on my side, by my side, or in my fucking way, choose wisely,'
Downtown Billings was full of life, almost like someone wasn't just murdered.
Which I get, it was kind of a big town, most probably haven't even heard of it.
"Tatum," Hotch almost shouts, making me send him a glare.
"What?" I demand, not looking at him.
He lets out a sigh, obviously using his lovely profiling skill to inform himself I'm mad, "Tatum it was nothing personal,"
I give him a lovely fake smile, "So it wasn't personal to drag me across the country away from my family to see how I reacted to the fact that my brother was the first victim of a serial killer?"
Hotchner takes a deep breath, "It's my job, but honestly you gave us nothing,"
I let out a dry chuckle, "Thanks, that just what I want to hear, that I wasted my time and left my siblings with Rossi's kid for no reason," I say, shaking my head.
"Ta-"
"No no, it's fine, you were just doing your job, but the thing is Hotch, my job is my family, I take care of them, the only reason I came is because you made this seem important, which ya, for you it might be, but for me, I took a week off of work, a week that I should've been working so my family can stay in that god forsaken house. You're a profiler, we've established that, so I'm sure you know I'm mad and that this conversation is over," I say calmly cutting him off, before sending him another smile and turning to walk back to the station.
*
Everyone sat around the rectangle table, watching Reid work on the geographical profile for the unsub.
Everyone was really in there own conversation, either about this case or about there lives.
I sat silently, just watching everyone.
Occasionally Hotch or Rossi would look my way, but mostly everyone kept to themselves, not really knowing how to converse with a 17 year old.
A small knock sounded on the door and the police chief let himself in, looking at me, "We're ready for the profile if you are," he said, earning him a nod from both me and Hotch who came to stand by me.
Once we were outside the room, we stood in front of the officers, there full attention on us.
"The unsub we are looking for is a highly organized offender," Hotch starts off.
"These killings appear to be random and killings of opportunity but we believe the unsub is actually researching the targets before she uses a ruse to kill them, or else she wouldn't be able to know the exact relation of the victims involved in the killings," Rossi interjects, talking with his hands.
