Round Six: Free For All
Until April 5th, 2012
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Round Six Rules:
-This round is a free-for- ( Read more... )
Please read the community’s general rules in addition to the rules for this round listed below before prompting/filling.
Any questions, comments, or future round suggestions should be left on the questions thread. Any comments of this nature left on the prompting threads will be deleted.
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-This round is a free-for- ( Read more... )
The BAU was empty, quiet but for the sounds of the team of 7 crowded in the conference room, working through a case involving a series of murders close to home in Virginia. They fit the profile of murders dating back almost 10 years but had picked up recently and they had to figure out why.
"OK, so what do we know for sure?" Morgan asked, leaning back heavily in his chair and linking his hands behind his head and looking generally exhausted.
"He's killing men aged 35-50 and carving a message onto their Gluteus Maximus that read "LOVE ME DADDY!"." Reid said, pursing his lips.
"Reid. Gluteus Maximus?" Morgan asked, incredulous, "Just say ass."
"I'm trying to effect an air of detachment from the case that has nothing at all to do with the actor who plays me getting tired of the role. Despite him being mostly about comedy and being stuck on a grim show for like 10,000 years."
"Whatever!" JJ said around a mouthful of cheeto's, "Am I the only one interested in catching this guy before his story spills into more than one episode and he ends up driving one of us mad, away or into the loving arms of self-righteous aggression. Hotch." She finished, pointing to the unit chief with one, orange stained finger. The ring that was most definitely NOT a god damn wedding ring glinting in the light.
"What did I do? You know what? Forget it." Hotch said, raising his hands and getting back to frowning at his phone as he ordered Beth a hundred dozen roses.
"Can we get back on track please?" Prentiss asked, giving wide, sympathetic eyes to everyone around the table.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did anyone hear that?" Reid asked in a monotone, distracted voice while flashing the peace sign to the wall, "It sounded kind of like the ghost of this DEAD girl I used know."
"Bite me Reid, that's still not funny." Prentiss said, while holding a tired Garcia's head on her broken shoulder.
"You are all so wrapped up in your lives, you failed to notice what was right in front of you." The voice came from the door and as they all spun, they saw a tall, skinny guy with a pretty face and eyes that spoke of more than just that.
"You look familiar." Reid drawled, practically asleep.
"I should, I've been here for 10 GOD DAMN YEARS!!" The man screamed at them.
"Wait. Ten years. Why does that sound ... Oh my god!" Prentiss exclaimed, pointing her finger towards the man - in a totally compassionate way of course, "You're the UnSub!" She yelled, getting the partial attention of everyone around the table - sans Reid who seemed to have slipped into some form of coma. Probably brought on by all the sugar-heavy coffee he drank once because he was tired from nightmares and so obviously drinks every 5 minutes now.
"...Who are you?" Hotch asked, pulling both his guns having developed a rather rampant taste lately for sweet, sweet UnSub blood.
"I ... am your SON!" The man said.
"Huh?" Hotch said as Prentiss rushed around the table to hug him and offer him tea.
"That's right. You suddenly suffered a psychotic break when you were a teenager and slept with my mother behind your future wife's back. I joined the F.B.I when I found out who you were, but you didn't even notice me."
"Anderson!" Morgan exclaimed as he stepped from the shadows, glad to finally have at least somebody else's story to show off his many heartbreaking faces of doom and tears now that pretty boy was too unconscious to half ass his way through all the good plots.
"That's right. And I've duped you all for 10 years!" He sounded surprisingly sad about that. "But that's not what I wanted, I just wanted you to notice me pops."
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