I was with Elle on the train. They were sending us to Texas to interview a child murderer. Although, sending me probably wasn't the best idea, because I might be a bit biased, but they did.
"I hate trains." I said.
"Why?" Elle asked.
"I first rode one when I was Eight. I was going to visit my grandma alone. I got sick on the train and spent the entire ride there in the train's bathroom...you get the idea."
'Oh, I see. Sorry I asked."
"Yeah..." She went back to her case file and I looked out the window. The train then screeched to a stop.
'What the heck was that?" One of the men asked. A guard came back.
"Everything's alright folks. Everybody just relax, everything's gonna be fine. Everything's fine."
"What happened?" Elle asked.
"Nothing, ma'am. You on the job?" He asked, looking at the folder.
'Both of us, FBI." She said.
"Suicide, somebody jumped in front of the train."
"Is there anything we can do?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, we have this procedure down fairly well." Suddenly a man took his gun, shooting him. He came for Elle and I hitting her and taking her gun, but didn't see mine.
"Nobody move!" He yelled.
"Sir, ok. You don't have to hurt anybody else." I said.
"What are you doing?"
'Shut up. Shut up!"
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Elle was now handcuffed to the bus seat.
"Teddy, you have to listen to me." A woman behind us said.
"NO! You have to listen to me now!"
'Ooh, lady, your boyfriend is whacked out of his mind." One of the guys said.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Then who is he?"
"He's a phsyc patient, right?" I asked.
"Yes, it's going to be ok."
'And how do you know that?"
"Your his doctor?" Elle asked.
'I was taking him to Dallas to speak at a conference, as example of the progress being made to relieve severe phsycosis."
'He's an example of progress?"
"Hey you, can you do me a favor?" I asked sweetly, tilting my head to the side.
"What do you need?" He asked.
"For you to shut up. What can we do to calm him?"
"He's never had this sort of break from reality, never violent."
"What can we do?"
"Make him feel less threatened."
"We're a threat to him? He's got two guns."
"Which part do you not understand? The 'shut' or the 'up'?" I asked. A woman groaned.
"Are you alright?" Elle asked.
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New Girl(A Spencer Reid/Criminal Minds Fan-fiction) BOOK ONE
FanfictionMarianne Harper is not your average girl. She graduated high school when she was thirteen. She had two PhD's and has the highest IQ of anyone she's ever met. When she is offered a job at the BAU, she doesn't know what to expect. She may find that...
