Profile of the Dead 13/?
Title: Profile of the Dead 13/?
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRM
Summary: "Pen, are you telling me that someone hacked into your "unhackable" system?" It is time for action... and a game of Scrabble?
Warnings: Language. Slight violence.
Notes: Sorry. This chapter is a bit lame. It might be awhile until the next update.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Previous Chapters
One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve
George Foyet had never really adjusted to life after the outbreak. As everyone around him had to become killers over night as they fought for their lives, he still preferred to kill the living.
"He creeps me out Elle," Rossi said as he watched Foyet play with a paperweight on Elle's desk as if he wasn't trying to hear their conversation. "Couldn't you hire someone else? Anyone else?"
"Dave, he's perfect for the job. Trust me. Did I tell you the other good news yet?"
"No. What is it?"
"I know where Emily was headed."
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"We'll be in Chicago in about five hours," J.J. said as she turned into the checkpoint lane. It was going to be a nightmare waiting for them to check the bus.
"Now J.J. Don't be so pessimistic," Penelope scolded. She was typing furiously away at her laptop. "These lovely guards are good at their jobs. They'll get us through as fast as possible. Damn it."
"What's wrong?"
"Some things have been moved on my computer. I don't think I did... that..."
"Pen, are you telling me that someone hacked into your "unhackable" system?"
"I think they did. God, this person was good. Don't worry. I'm checking to see what they looked at." If it was possible, Penelope's typing became faster.
"Ma'am, I need to see some identification," one of the guards asked as J.J. pulled into a checkpoint station. She handed him her drivers license and he walked over to verify that she was indeed Jennifer Jareau.
"Okay. I got it, but this isn't good."
"Just tell me. We can't afford to waste any time."
"They were in my GPS program. They know we were at the commune J.J. If they go there and ask Gideon where we went, he'll tell before they shut him down."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" J.J. shouted as she pounded on the steering wheel just as they guard came back.
"Uh, Ms. Jareau? Can you and your passenger step out of the... vehicle?" the guard asked. "We need to search it and inspect you for any wounds."
"Oh... yeah. Sure." J.J. tried to regain her composure as she and Penelope walked off the bus. "Who's being pessimistic now?" J.J. said quietly as they headed to the inspection station.
"What do we do?" Penelope asked. Her voice quivered and all the colour had drained from her face.
"We get to Morgan and Reid and go from there. At least Gideon doesn't have an exact address. That buys us some time."
"J.J. I'm scared."
"Hey, don't worry Pen. You held up your end of the deal, right? You got us here alive. Let me worry about the rest."
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Hotchner received Penelope's e-mail and breathed a sight of relief. This must be her saying they made it to Chicago. His smile faded as he read the words before him.
He wondered how long it would take him to get to South Dakota. He also wondered how hard it was to fly a plane as he stared at the one abandoned a mile from his house. No, he'd be better off driving and hope whoever was sent for Gideon didn't have a head start.
Hotchner grabbed his bags and, with his gun raised, ran to his car. Two zombies were slowly advancing now that they saw a possible meal go by. He rolled the window down and with two shots took them down.
He started driving but found that instead of getting on the road to go east, he was speeding to the plan. Who was he kidding? If he took the plane and managed to land safely, he would still be lucky if he made it in time.
'You only live once, right?' he thought.
It couldn't be that much harder than driving a ca. As long as he could get up in the air, it wouldn't be that bad. He could have some hope to warn Gideon and then get to Chicago before them.
Hotchner parked next to the stairway which had been left open. He climbed up apprehensively and was glad to find no zombies had wandered on board. He started the plane and, with his fingers crossed, he was on his way.
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"Piquant. Ooh, tripled word score too," Reid said as he laid the letter tiles on the Scrabble board. Francis thought for a minute and then took her turn.
"Tea off of piquant."
"Mama, I told you not to play Scrabble with him," Morgan said from under the sink. He wouldn't have expected less of his mother, leaving this to be fixed until he got home. He would take fixing a sink, though, over getting his butt kicked in another by Reid any day.
"What does piquant even mean?" Francis asked.
"It means agreeably stimulating, interesting or attractive. For example, Derek Morgan is piquant."
"Reid. Seriously?" Morgan muttered.
"Well, even if you made it up, I'll allow it," Francis said laughing.
Morgan appeared from under the sink and started at his mother and boyfriend giggling as the game was forgotten.
"Not you too Mama."
Francis leaned over the table and said to Reid, "Derek was never good at accepting compliments. He's very modest."
"I can change that," Reid said with a wink.
"Good God... I'm going to see if Penelope sent another e-mail."
Morgan began to walk up the stairs when he heard a knock at the door. He back tracked and opened it expecting to see his sisters. Instead, he was nearly knocked down by a hysterical Penelope.
J.J. breezed in and shut the door behind her. "Morgan, we've got trouble."
"Yeah, I know."
"No, more trouble," Penelope said. "They know we were going to the commune."
"Hotchner is on his way there," J.J. continued. "So, what's the game plan?"
"You want to play Scrabble?"
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRM
Summary: "Pen, are you telling me that someone hacked into your "unhackable" system?" It is time for action... and a game of Scrabble?
Warnings: Language. Slight violence.
Notes: Sorry. This chapter is a bit lame. It might be awhile until the next update.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Previous Chapters
One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve
George Foyet had never really adjusted to life after the outbreak. As everyone around him had to become killers over night as they fought for their lives, he still preferred to kill the living.
"He creeps me out Elle," Rossi said as he watched Foyet play with a paperweight on Elle's desk as if he wasn't trying to hear their conversation. "Couldn't you hire someone else? Anyone else?"
"Dave, he's perfect for the job. Trust me. Did I tell you the other good news yet?"
"No. What is it?"
"I know where Emily was headed."
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"We'll be in Chicago in about five hours," J.J. said as she turned into the checkpoint lane. It was going to be a nightmare waiting for them to check the bus.
"Now J.J. Don't be so pessimistic," Penelope scolded. She was typing furiously away at her laptop. "These lovely guards are good at their jobs. They'll get us through as fast as possible. Damn it."
"What's wrong?"
"Some things have been moved on my computer. I don't think I did... that..."
"Pen, are you telling me that someone hacked into your "unhackable" system?"
"I think they did. God, this person was good. Don't worry. I'm checking to see what they looked at." If it was possible, Penelope's typing became faster.
"Ma'am, I need to see some identification," one of the guards asked as J.J. pulled into a checkpoint station. She handed him her drivers license and he walked over to verify that she was indeed Jennifer Jareau.
"Okay. I got it, but this isn't good."
"Just tell me. We can't afford to waste any time."
"They were in my GPS program. They know we were at the commune J.J. If they go there and ask Gideon where we went, he'll tell before they shut him down."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" J.J. shouted as she pounded on the steering wheel just as they guard came back.
"Uh, Ms. Jareau? Can you and your passenger step out of the... vehicle?" the guard asked. "We need to search it and inspect you for any wounds."
"Oh... yeah. Sure." J.J. tried to regain her composure as she and Penelope walked off the bus. "Who's being pessimistic now?" J.J. said quietly as they headed to the inspection station.
"What do we do?" Penelope asked. Her voice quivered and all the colour had drained from her face.
"We get to Morgan and Reid and go from there. At least Gideon doesn't have an exact address. That buys us some time."
"J.J. I'm scared."
"Hey, don't worry Pen. You held up your end of the deal, right? You got us here alive. Let me worry about the rest."
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Hotchner received Penelope's e-mail and breathed a sight of relief. This must be her saying they made it to Chicago. His smile faded as he read the words before him.
He wondered how long it would take him to get to South Dakota. He also wondered how hard it was to fly a plane as he stared at the one abandoned a mile from his house. No, he'd be better off driving and hope whoever was sent for Gideon didn't have a head start.
Hotchner grabbed his bags and, with his gun raised, ran to his car. Two zombies were slowly advancing now that they saw a possible meal go by. He rolled the window down and with two shots took them down.
He started driving but found that instead of getting on the road to go east, he was speeding to the plan. Who was he kidding? If he took the plane and managed to land safely, he would still be lucky if he made it in time.
'You only live once, right?' he thought.
It couldn't be that much harder than driving a ca. As long as he could get up in the air, it wouldn't be that bad. He could have some hope to warn Gideon and then get to Chicago before them.
Hotchner parked next to the stairway which had been left open. He climbed up apprehensively and was glad to find no zombies had wandered on board. He started the plane and, with his fingers crossed, he was on his way.
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"Piquant. Ooh, tripled word score too," Reid said as he laid the letter tiles on the Scrabble board. Francis thought for a minute and then took her turn.
"Tea off of piquant."
"Mama, I told you not to play Scrabble with him," Morgan said from under the sink. He wouldn't have expected less of his mother, leaving this to be fixed until he got home. He would take fixing a sink, though, over getting his butt kicked in another by Reid any day.
"What does piquant even mean?" Francis asked.
"It means agreeably stimulating, interesting or attractive. For example, Derek Morgan is piquant."
"Reid. Seriously?" Morgan muttered.
"Well, even if you made it up, I'll allow it," Francis said laughing.
Morgan appeared from under the sink and started at his mother and boyfriend giggling as the game was forgotten.
"Not you too Mama."
Francis leaned over the table and said to Reid, "Derek was never good at accepting compliments. He's very modest."
"I can change that," Reid said with a wink.
"Good God... I'm going to see if Penelope sent another e-mail."
Morgan began to walk up the stairs when he heard a knock at the door. He back tracked and opened it expecting to see his sisters. Instead, he was nearly knocked down by a hysterical Penelope.
J.J. breezed in and shut the door behind her. "Morgan, we've got trouble."
"Yeah, I know."
"No, more trouble," Penelope said. "They know we were going to the commune."
"Hotchner is on his way there," J.J. continued. "So, what's the game plan?"
"You want to play Scrabble?"