Profiler - Jack/Samantha - Bailey Watching
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Prompt: Profiler - Jack/Samantha - Bailey Watching
Bailey watched the tape in horror. As much as he wanted to turn away, he couldn't. Earlier that morning, a bank had brought a security tape from their foyer from over the weekend. They wouldn't have thought anything of it weren't for the signature rose at the scene left by the masked man and the fact she'd written in invisible ink on the wall that John and a team of agents were now processing. So happy now. Love, Sam had been written on the wall. The grainy tape had been impossible to decipher but George and another tech had cleaned it up and it was now quite clear.
Dressed in an evening gown, Sam beckoned to a figure who was just out of view of the camera. A moment later a man wearing a tailored suit and a Venetian mask that covered most of his face stepped into view. The mask was black and had roses along the edge. Jack, Bailey thought angrily. He took Sam in his arms and kissed her for several long minutes. Bailey waited and hoped that Sam would push him away or look into the camera and plead for help, but she didn't. Instead, she unzipped his pants and started stroking him. A minute later, Jack pushed her against the wall and lifted her skirt for access, taking obvious care to shield her flesh from the camera. Sam's legs wrapped around him and she buried her face in his neck as they began to move together.
Bailey kept hoping for a plea for help but it never came. There was no audio, but when she tilted her face so it was visible to the camera, Bailey could discern she was saying the words the lipreader had typed out on the paper he held in his trembling hand. Fuck me, Jack, and Oh God, I love you! When they finished they left the rose and Sam wrote the message. Perhaps she'd wanted to leave the message that she was happy to give him some degree of comfort. But seeing her willingly touching Jack and telling him she loved him, just made him feel sick. Sam or rather Samantha as Jack had always called her was lost to them. Soon when the bodies mounted up and they had proof, her name and picture would go up alongside the sketch of her lover.
Prompt: Profiler - Jack/Samantha - Bailey Watching
Bailey watched the tape in horror. As much as he wanted to turn away, he couldn't. Earlier that morning, a bank had brought a security tape from their foyer from over the weekend. They wouldn't have thought anything of it weren't for the signature rose at the scene left by the masked man and the fact she'd written in invisible ink on the wall that John and a team of agents were now processing. So happy now. Love, Sam had been written on the wall. The grainy tape had been impossible to decipher but George and another tech had cleaned it up and it was now quite clear.
Dressed in an evening gown, Sam beckoned to a figure who was just out of view of the camera. A moment later a man wearing a tailored suit and a Venetian mask that covered most of his face stepped into view. The mask was black and had roses along the edge. Jack, Bailey thought angrily. He took Sam in his arms and kissed her for several long minutes. Bailey waited and hoped that Sam would push him away or look into the camera and plead for help, but she didn't. Instead, she unzipped his pants and started stroking him. A minute later, Jack pushed her against the wall and lifted her skirt for access, taking obvious care to shield her flesh from the camera. Sam's legs wrapped around him and she buried her face in his neck as they began to move together.
Bailey kept hoping for a plea for help but it never came. There was no audio, but when she tilted her face so it was visible to the camera, Bailey could discern she was saying the words the lipreader had typed out on the paper he held in his trembling hand. Fuck me, Jack, and Oh God, I love you! When they finished they left the rose and Sam wrote the message. Perhaps she'd wanted to leave the message that she was happy to give him some degree of comfort. But seeing her willingly touching Jack and telling him she loved him, just made him feel sick. Sam or rather Samantha as Jack had always called her was lost to them. Soon when the bodies mounted up and they had proof, her name and picture would go up alongside the sketch of her lover.