Wrong //part 1
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Spencer Reid, reader, Derek Morgan
Summary: Reader is caught by the BAU believing them to be the unsub.
Word count: 934
Gif does not belong to me.
The interrogation room was small, dusty and horribly hot. And it smelled like sweat, although that could be just you. Did you mention how horrendously hot it was in there?
Tapping your fingers impatiently against the metal table, you waited for anyone to finally come and tell you it was all just a joke. A really bad, really stupid joke. FBI, huh? Right. All the uniforms and guns would cost… too much. Besides, you didn’t have any friends to prank you, so unfortunately, your hopes were flying away on a big, sweaty pigeon that from time to time sat at the other side of a small window. Closed window, of course. Why would anyone think about opening it? You shouted it only about four hundred times.
You were tired of shouting, so you just stuck your
middle finger (just to stretch a little bit – you couldn’t even take a walk) to
the glass on the left, because there certainly was someone to keep an eye on
“What do you think?” Hotch asked, coming out of the conference room with a phone in his hand. The woman they had captured, still sat where they placed her a few hours earlier. She seemed to be bored out of her mind.
“I’m not sure, to be honest.” Reid rubbed his cheek, his thoughts rushing one after another in order to understand the woman on the other side of the glass.
“Yeah”, Emily sighed, shaking her head. “It definitely looks like we got something, but I’m not sure if that’s the unsub we were looking for. I mean – just look at her!”
“I looked at her when she threw Morgan to the ground without losing her breath. I am certain she could have restrained our victims.” Hotch raised an eyebrow, not convinced.
“It was actually in self-defense,” Spencer mumbled. ”Morgan was the first thing she saw and he was pointing a gun right at her head. The usual time of reaction in a situation like this is…”
“I don’t think she’s gonna crack anytime soon.” Emily shushed the genius. “And certainly not on her own. Is Rossi coming?”
“He’s still stuck in traffic, but Morgan will be here any minute.”
“I doubt it’s a good idea.” Emily warned her boss. “They are already conflicted. Maybe I should try?”
“No, she may make a mistake. But you may assist if you really want to. Reid, watch her.”
Genius didn’t answer, instead just nodding. Everyone could make a mistake and with every passing hour, he grew to believe that this time, they had made it.
“Finally,” you growled when the door opened and refreshingly cool air entered the room, but your mood quickly changed back to nasty when you recognized one of the two agents coming in.
“I’m agent Derek Morgan and this is agent Emily Prentiss.” The man sat in front of you in one of the two chairs. The beautiful, dark-haired woman chose to stand to your left.
“I missed you, honey,” you blew him a kiss in order to provoke him, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“So you also know perfectly well why you are here.” The man stated calmly, looking you straight in the eyes.
“Yeah, I heard how you shouted I’m convicted of murder, but guess what – you are wrong.”
“I don’t think so,” the man teased with all-knowing look at his face. “And I don’t only think – I’ve got evidence.”
You chuckled. You knew all too well how police worked.
“So why won’t you use it and just throw me into prison instead of just waiting for me to admit to a crime I didn’t commit? Oh, right. You are wrong and you know it. So why won’t you just release me and catch the bad guy?”
“We’ve caught the bad guy,” Morgan said. “And she’s right in front of me. You have been seen in places where the victims disappeared, you had at least three guns in your shitty apartment our people are still searching and you know how to overpower someone much bigger.”
“And you still can’t connect me with those murders. Because I didn’t do them!” you shouted, your anger running through your veins. The woman on your left winced, but Morgan calmed her down with a small gesture.
“I know what you have been through,” he said with a soothing voice, leaning toward you. “Two tours in Iraq? That’s impressive. But the reports don’t show everything. Some men were just too much, weren’t they? Always insolent, always rude.”
“Yeah. You sure understand them very well,” you snickered, the situation was driving you insane.
The silent woman unexpectedly sat down on the other chair. The agents exchanged looks you couldn’t decipher and the tall man left the room.
“Look”, the woman inhaled deeply. “You have to understand our situation. We have to catch the murderer and if you can help us, not only you will be free of charges, but you will also protect people he already chose as his next victims. This beast won’t stop until someone puts him into jail.”
“What do you want from me?” you asked after a while, judging her openly.
“Help. You may know this person. And if we are right about this, he is gonna strike again very soon.”
“Well,” you cracked a smile. “You weren’t even right about me in the first place. I guess you won’t do anything right if I don’t help you, huh? So, when do we start?”