The Waste Land, 36/44
Title: The Waste Land
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: Team-centric - gen
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Summary: Part Three: George Foyet has returned. He isn’t going to let the BAU forget his legacy. Ever.
Warnings: Character Death
The Waste Land
Part Three: The Reaper’s Gambit
And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Robert Frost - Out, Out-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
William Shakespeare
Chapter Ten - Ticking (Garcia)
She’s not sure who had called the hospital, but just after she hangs up with Rossi, a wheelchair bound Spencer Reid and Jennifer Jareau show up with William LaMontagne Junior in tow.
‘Are you two insane?’ she squeals. ‘You need to be in hospital - resting. If I find the nurse that let you out, I swear-’
‘Garcia,’ JJ interjects. Her voice is gravelly, and her eyes are tired, and Garcia wants nothing more than to wrap her sugar plum in a tight hug, but that really wouldn’t be very good for the stab wounds. ‘It’s a temporary thing - we…’ She stops to breathe, hand resting against her abdomen.
‘We need to be here,’ Reid finishes. Whatever pain he’s in, he’s trying not to let it show.
Garcia knows. Any single member of the BAU team would crawl across broken glass, would walk through flames, would travel to the end of the freaking universe, to save one another.
She settles, but she’s still not entirely pleased. Rossi will be here soon, and she wants to have every single detail about his properties and his financial history that she can find.
It’s not an easy task. Foyet has a lot of different aliases, and a lot of different revenue streams. He’s a computer nerd, but he’s not as good as she is.
There’s got to be a trail. There is always a trail. In the vastness of the internet, things do not disappear easily.
She types, searching through every alias. Then, she stops looking at the names, and looks at the consistencies instead. Maybe something in his M.O. will be able to narrow down the options.
After all, that’s what profiling is about. Probability.
They play the dice, and sometimes they win.
Sometimes they end up with two agents hospitalized and three missing.
It’s almost as though someone on the team has built up some really shitty karma.
When Rossi arrives, he doesn’t even blink at JJ and Reid’s presence. ‘What do we have?’ he asks, sitting down at one end of the table.
‘Painfully little,’ Garcia frowns. ‘I ran the financials on the aliases from both properties. He seems to have bought a lot of hardware equipment several years back. I can imagine that he might have been able to pay someone cash under the table to do a bit of digging, literally speaking.’
Rossi nods. ‘No vehicles registered to any of his aliases?’
‘None that aren’t accounted for.’
The senior profiler lets his fingers run through his hair. Usually, the salt and pepper do is immaculate. Today it’s looking a little wild.
‘I need to call Strauss about this,’ he says eventually, standing.
‘You think they’ll bring in another team?’
Rossi shakes his head. ‘I don’t know. Probably. Truth told, we could use the help.’
He makes his departure, leaving Garcia with JJ, Reid and Will, all of whom are irritatingly silent. She tries not to imagine just what George Foyet is doing to her friends. She tries to think of it as just another case, with just another unsub. JJ and Reid are exhausted of walking around, and Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss are on a coffee run.
If only she could let herself believe that.
This is the reason she doesn’t like to get too close to the action. This is the reason she stays in her lair all day long, eyes strained from the glow of monitors. When it’s pictures, and paperwork, it’s somehow easier to deal with. She can switch windows and look at pandas and kittens instead.
Here, she can’t turn it off. It’s this omnipresent force, threatening to consume them all. No wonder everyone thinks that profilers are psychologically unstable.
After this, she’s going to need a petting zoo, at the very least.
When Rossi returns, he’s looking even worse than he had before, which suggests that the Strauss conversation had gone badly.
‘I’m going to go to the hospital to try and see if the girls Foyet kidnapped can give us anything announces. You four…keep digging.’
Garcia knuckles down, and begins to type once more.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: Team-centric - gen
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Summary: Part Three: George Foyet has returned. He isn’t going to let the BAU forget his legacy. Ever.
Warnings: Character Death
The Waste Land
Part Three: The Reaper’s Gambit
And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Robert Frost - Out, Out-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
William Shakespeare
Chapter Ten - Ticking (Garcia)
She’s not sure who had called the hospital, but just after she hangs up with Rossi, a wheelchair bound Spencer Reid and Jennifer Jareau show up with William LaMontagne Junior in tow.
‘Are you two insane?’ she squeals. ‘You need to be in hospital - resting. If I find the nurse that let you out, I swear-’
‘Garcia,’ JJ interjects. Her voice is gravelly, and her eyes are tired, and Garcia wants nothing more than to wrap her sugar plum in a tight hug, but that really wouldn’t be very good for the stab wounds. ‘It’s a temporary thing - we…’ She stops to breathe, hand resting against her abdomen.
‘We need to be here,’ Reid finishes. Whatever pain he’s in, he’s trying not to let it show.
Garcia knows. Any single member of the BAU team would crawl across broken glass, would walk through flames, would travel to the end of the freaking universe, to save one another.
She settles, but she’s still not entirely pleased. Rossi will be here soon, and she wants to have every single detail about his properties and his financial history that she can find.
It’s not an easy task. Foyet has a lot of different aliases, and a lot of different revenue streams. He’s a computer nerd, but he’s not as good as she is.
There’s got to be a trail. There is always a trail. In the vastness of the internet, things do not disappear easily.
She types, searching through every alias. Then, she stops looking at the names, and looks at the consistencies instead. Maybe something in his M.O. will be able to narrow down the options.
After all, that’s what profiling is about. Probability.
They play the dice, and sometimes they win.
Sometimes they end up with two agents hospitalized and three missing.
It’s almost as though someone on the team has built up some really shitty karma.
When Rossi arrives, he doesn’t even blink at JJ and Reid’s presence. ‘What do we have?’ he asks, sitting down at one end of the table.
‘Painfully little,’ Garcia frowns. ‘I ran the financials on the aliases from both properties. He seems to have bought a lot of hardware equipment several years back. I can imagine that he might have been able to pay someone cash under the table to do a bit of digging, literally speaking.’
Rossi nods. ‘No vehicles registered to any of his aliases?’
‘None that aren’t accounted for.’
The senior profiler lets his fingers run through his hair. Usually, the salt and pepper do is immaculate. Today it’s looking a little wild.
‘I need to call Strauss about this,’ he says eventually, standing.
‘You think they’ll bring in another team?’
Rossi shakes his head. ‘I don’t know. Probably. Truth told, we could use the help.’
He makes his departure, leaving Garcia with JJ, Reid and Will, all of whom are irritatingly silent. She tries not to imagine just what George Foyet is doing to her friends. She tries to think of it as just another case, with just another unsub. JJ and Reid are exhausted of walking around, and Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss are on a coffee run.
If only she could let herself believe that.
This is the reason she doesn’t like to get too close to the action. This is the reason she stays in her lair all day long, eyes strained from the glow of monitors. When it’s pictures, and paperwork, it’s somehow easier to deal with. She can switch windows and look at pandas and kittens instead.
Here, she can’t turn it off. It’s this omnipresent force, threatening to consume them all. No wonder everyone thinks that profilers are psychologically unstable.
After this, she’s going to need a petting zoo, at the very least.
When Rossi returns, he’s looking even worse than he had before, which suggests that the Strauss conversation had gone badly.
‘I’m going to go to the hospital to try and see if the girls Foyet kidnapped can give us anything announces. You four…keep digging.’
Garcia knuckles down, and begins to type once more.