Fanfic: Shattered Glass - Chapter 6: Strategy
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Chapter 5: Acceptance
Part Two: Going to War
Chapter 6: Strategy
“Peace is back in paradise,” Rossi commented the following morning, as Derek and Spencer got out of the elevator together. They were laughing at something one of them just said.
“I wasn’t worried,” Garcia said with confidence, even though it wasn’t exactly the truth. But what mattered was that now the crisis was over.
Spencer set his messenger bag down on the floor by his desk and Derek threw his empty coffee cup in the trash bin. They shared a few words, then Spencer nodded and they made their way across the bullpen and up the stairs to where Rossi and Garcia were standing.
They asked them to meet them in the conference room in a few minutes, then went to knock on Hotch’s door to ask him the same. Apparently, they had something important to say.
“We’ve been talking about what happened to Emily,” Derek said, once Seaver had also joined them at the round table.
The night before, after dinner, they had talked about their fight and the reasons behind it. They’d agreed that they’d both been on edge because of Emily’s death and they had taken it out on one another. It was a stressful period for both of them but they weren’t going to let it ruin their relationship.
They were also not going to let Doyle get away with what he did.
“We think it’s time we start working on the case again. Doyle is still out there when he deserves to be in prison. We need to find him, both for Emily and for ourselves, so that we can find some closure and not let it affect… our lives,” - Spencer looked at Derek for a brief second - “more than it already does.”
Derek went on. “We owe it to Emily. It won’t bring her back to us, but it’s the right thing to do. Maybe we won’t find him, maybe he’s already fled the country, but we can’t give up looking for him that easily. We have to at least try.”
The others nodded their agreements. They were all in, of course.
“We are personally involved,” Hotch said. “They won’t let us join the official investigation. But if anyone has a chance of catching him, it’s us. We know Emily better than anybody else: we can profile him through what she did as well as what he did - because every move she made, it was keeping in mind who he was.” He looked at his team. He wasn’t sure they were ready to deal with this, but apparently they were. And if they could catch Doyle…
“Let’s get to work, then. Garcia, I need you to pull all the case files.”
“Consider it done.”
Derek’s eyes met Spencer’s. They team was back on its feet. They could pull through.
~
The only sound in the room was the rain pouring outside the window. Derek and Spencer were lying in bed next to each other: Derek on his back, eyes closed even though he wasn’t sleeping; Spencer on his belly, propped up on his elbows and reading a book.
It was getting late, but they weren’t tired. They’d spent their much-deserved day off relaxing, only going out to take Clooney for a walk in the park and then later for dinner. Neither of them wanted to say it, but the six-month anniversary of Emily’s death was getting closer. It was now only two days away. Only six months before, they’d reopened Doyle’s case. Now they weren’t much closer to catching him than they were when they started.
They’d been able to follow his trail to New York City, but then they’d lost him. His last sighting had been at the airport, getting ready to board a plane to Ireland. Only, a ten-hour-long research on Garcia’s part, had revealed he was never on the plane. He’d been playing with them and was now probably still in the country. Or, as Rossi had said, he could have crossed the border to Canada by train, bus, or even by car. They had his picture, but a fake ID and a disguise could get him through without being stopped.
Of course, they were keeping an eye on his known contacts. If he tried to get a new identity from any of them, they would know. The problem was, he could use someone they didn’t know about and get away with it.
“I can hear you thinking,” Spencer said, taking his eyes off the page to look at him.
“I think I just thought we would be able to catch him.”
Spencer moved closer to him and rested his head on the pillow next to Derek’s. “We will. We have to.”
“I hope so. The bastard needs to pay for what he’s done.” Derek turned to his side and wrapped an arm loosely around Spencer’s waist. “Sometimes I wonder if we’ll feel better afterwards.”
“It won’t bring her back,” was all Spencer said.
Chapter 7: Battle
Chapter 5: Acceptance
Part Two: Going to War
Chapter 6: Strategy
“Peace is back in paradise,” Rossi commented the following morning, as Derek and Spencer got out of the elevator together. They were laughing at something one of them just said.
“I wasn’t worried,” Garcia said with confidence, even though it wasn’t exactly the truth. But what mattered was that now the crisis was over.
Spencer set his messenger bag down on the floor by his desk and Derek threw his empty coffee cup in the trash bin. They shared a few words, then Spencer nodded and they made their way across the bullpen and up the stairs to where Rossi and Garcia were standing.
They asked them to meet them in the conference room in a few minutes, then went to knock on Hotch’s door to ask him the same. Apparently, they had something important to say.
“We’ve been talking about what happened to Emily,” Derek said, once Seaver had also joined them at the round table.
The night before, after dinner, they had talked about their fight and the reasons behind it. They’d agreed that they’d both been on edge because of Emily’s death and they had taken it out on one another. It was a stressful period for both of them but they weren’t going to let it ruin their relationship.
They were also not going to let Doyle get away with what he did.
“We think it’s time we start working on the case again. Doyle is still out there when he deserves to be in prison. We need to find him, both for Emily and for ourselves, so that we can find some closure and not let it affect… our lives,” - Spencer looked at Derek for a brief second - “more than it already does.”
Derek went on. “We owe it to Emily. It won’t bring her back to us, but it’s the right thing to do. Maybe we won’t find him, maybe he’s already fled the country, but we can’t give up looking for him that easily. We have to at least try.”
The others nodded their agreements. They were all in, of course.
“We are personally involved,” Hotch said. “They won’t let us join the official investigation. But if anyone has a chance of catching him, it’s us. We know Emily better than anybody else: we can profile him through what she did as well as what he did - because every move she made, it was keeping in mind who he was.” He looked at his team. He wasn’t sure they were ready to deal with this, but apparently they were. And if they could catch Doyle…
“Let’s get to work, then. Garcia, I need you to pull all the case files.”
“Consider it done.”
Derek’s eyes met Spencer’s. They team was back on its feet. They could pull through.
~
The only sound in the room was the rain pouring outside the window. Derek and Spencer were lying in bed next to each other: Derek on his back, eyes closed even though he wasn’t sleeping; Spencer on his belly, propped up on his elbows and reading a book.
It was getting late, but they weren’t tired. They’d spent their much-deserved day off relaxing, only going out to take Clooney for a walk in the park and then later for dinner. Neither of them wanted to say it, but the six-month anniversary of Emily’s death was getting closer. It was now only two days away. Only six months before, they’d reopened Doyle’s case. Now they weren’t much closer to catching him than they were when they started.
They’d been able to follow his trail to New York City, but then they’d lost him. His last sighting had been at the airport, getting ready to board a plane to Ireland. Only, a ten-hour-long research on Garcia’s part, had revealed he was never on the plane. He’d been playing with them and was now probably still in the country. Or, as Rossi had said, he could have crossed the border to Canada by train, bus, or even by car. They had his picture, but a fake ID and a disguise could get him through without being stopped.
Of course, they were keeping an eye on his known contacts. If he tried to get a new identity from any of them, they would know. The problem was, he could use someone they didn’t know about and get away with it.
“I can hear you thinking,” Spencer said, taking his eyes off the page to look at him.
“I think I just thought we would be able to catch him.”
Spencer moved closer to him and rested his head on the pillow next to Derek’s. “We will. We have to.”
“I hope so. The bastard needs to pay for what he’s done.” Derek turned to his side and wrapped an arm loosely around Spencer’s waist. “Sometimes I wonder if we’ll feel better afterwards.”
“It won’t bring her back,” was all Spencer said.
Chapter 7: Battle