To Make a Long Story Short 2/3
Title: To Make A Long Story Short 2/3
Author: tafidadarling
Rating: FRT for language.
Fandom: Criminal Minds - belongs to CBS. Clue - belongs to Paramount Pictures.
Pairing(s): Rossi/Prentiss
Summary: The dinner guests try to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy and with what.
Notes: I've already finished the story, and it came out differently than I had anticipated, but I think you'll still enjoy it.
Currently only posted to bau_fic.
Penelope screamed, and Derek ran to comfort her. Aaron and Emily rushed to the body.
"Do you think he had a heart attack?" J.J. asked as she nervously bit her nails.
"He couldn't have," Emily replied as tears streamed down her cheeks. "He was in perfect health."
"He can't be dead!" Penelope shouted.
"Ssh... Calm down sweetheart," Derek said as he soothingly patted her back.
"Calm down?!"
"Penelope," Aaron said. "Penelope. I took his pulse. He's gone. I'm sure it was natural. He was acting weird all night..." Aaron became lost in his thoughts.
"No, no, no," Emily chanted. "No! Look! There's a gash on his head."
"It must have happened when he fell," Spencer said.
"Bullshit! One of you hit him when the lights were out!" Emily raved.
"Murdered him?" J.J. collapsed into a chair. "Oh, I can't deal with this."
"You can't? I... I..."
"Oh, give it up Emily," Spencer huffed. "We all know about your affair with Dave."
"You could have picked a better time. Or been less blunt," Aaron muttered.
"Yes, I loved Dave," Emily admitted. "Which is why I'm going to figure out which one of you killed him."
"None of us would have killed Dave," Derek said defensively.
"He was a fantastic boss," Penelope added between sobs.
"It could have been someone else," J.J. suggested. "Is there anyone else in the house?"
"There's the butler," Spencer said.
"The cook," Penelope said quietly. She had stopped crying, but she was still misty eyed.
"And the maid most likely," Emily said. "She comes on Fridays. She's probably cleaning upstairs."
"Okay, let's go talk to them," Aaron said.
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Kevin was shocked to hear his employer was dead. Mr. Boddy was a good man. Stubborn and strange, but good.
Kevin was more shocked that the guests were taking it oddly well. At least Penelope had been crying. Her mascara had bled and her eyes were red. The others were on edge, but didn't seem the least bit upset.
Oh, and then there was Emily. She was angry. Kevin guessed people must all act differently during times of grief, but he would have expected her to be devastated. He knew about the affair and had heard Emily and Dave fighting on more than one occasion. She wanted to stop hiding since her husband died, but Dave refused.
"Should we call the cops?" Kevin asked. He was getting nervous as they all stared at him as if he were a suspect.
"I want to figure out who did this," Emily said.
"Kevin let his eyes wander around the room to avoid making eye contact with those lunatics. He spotted Dave's glass and noticed white residue in the whiskey. "This might be over your head," he said and pointed to the glass.
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Elle was preparing dessert when the guests entered the kitchen. It was odd, she thought. Mr. Boddy would have come himself if she was behind schedule.
"I'm sorry," Elle said as she put the cake into the oven. "That power outage set me back. The cake should be done soon."
"Mr. Boddy is dead," Aaron said. "You wouldn't happen to know anything?"
Elle knew alot of things. She knew Mr. Boddy was letting Professor Plum go. He called him crazy and said he barely ever worked at the store since picking up a class on chemical compounds.
That's awful!" Elle exclaimed. "I don't know anything about that, though, sorry."
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Erin had moved downstairs. It had become so quiet, she expected the guests had left. Mr. Boddy had asked her to stay late and clean up after the party.
She started in the lounge and while emptying the ashtray, noticed some blood on it. That's when she saw the body.
'Great,' she thought. 'Looks like I won't be getting paid for that overtime.'
The guests came running into the room. "Aha!" Derek cried out. "Returning to the scene of the crime!"
"What are you talking about?" Erin asked. "Are you saying Boddy was killed?"
"Playing innocent, huh? You know very well he was murdered. You poisoned his drink!"
"Derek, please," Spencer said. "You're starting to sound like Dick Tracy."
"Why would I kill him? He signed my checks," Erin explained. "Sure, he was an ass, but he wasn't that bad of a guy. Oh, and you might want to rethink you're theory." She tossed the ashtray to Derek and walked out of the lounge.
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"We have two possible ways Dave was killed," Aaron said. "And nine suspects."
"What? Colonel, none of us would kill Mr. Boddy," Penelope said.
"Penelope, I'm sorry, but we can't rule anything out," Aaron said.
"I think the cook did it. She was too calm," Derek said.
"I don't think it's any of the help," J.J. said. "He directly paid them. Why would they want him dead? It has to be one of us."
"I knew it! I knew one of you bastards did it!" Emily shouted.
"Emily, calm down, please," Aaron said. "We have some clues. We can figure this out."