Wicked: The non Oz version - Part 6 (Finale)
Title: Wicked: The non Oz version
Fandom: Criminal Minds/The Inside/Untraceable/Gossip Girl/Final Destination
Pairings: Jennifer Jareau with Elle Greenaway/Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Marsh/Clear Rivers/Blair Waldorf/Rebecca Locke and a few original characters
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters from Criminal Minds, Gossip Girl, The Inside, Final Destination or Untraceable.
Rating: 14A
Summary: Jennifer Jareau delves into her wild side.
A/N: Wanted to try out some smut before I begin my epic crossover story. And if I’m going to do smut, might as well go crazy with it. Don’t expect any well thought out stories or character portrayals here.
A/N2: Just to let people know in advance, I’m intentionally making Jennifer Jareau a twisted pervert for this story, hence the title. So this is a warning to anyone who might be offended because some scenes may come off as borderline rape.
A/N3: For anyone unaware, Jennifer Marsh is from the movie Untraceable, played by Diane Lane. Rebecca Locke is from the TV series The Inside, played by Rachel Nichols. Finally Clear Rivers is from the first and second Final Destination movies, played by Ali Larter.
A/N4: Special thanks to my wonderful betas calliopes_muse and amethystfirefly over at Dreamwidth
Part 6
The second woman she really liked was Special Agent Rebecca Locke. For their initial meeting, it would take place on the other side of the country - Los Angeles, California. Just like the case with Jennifer Marsh, the team was sent to work a case with the Violent Crime Unit over there. It was quite an experience when the team first stepped into the FBI building.
*flashback*
The elevator came to a stop on the proper floor. The doors opened and the BAU team stepped out. Making it through the double glass doors, the team received a warm welcome.
They were introduced to the VCU team. There was Melody Sims, or Mel as she preferred to be called. She was often the one cracking jokes, even at inappropriate times. Danny Love, who despite his name, was a large bulking ex-marine. You could tell by just his appearance that he’s the team’s muscle man. He made Derek Morgan look like a wimp in comparison. Paul Ryan was the only married person on the team as far as she knew. It was hard to tell, though, considering how little he mentioned it or even called his wife. But to be fair, didn’t seem like anyone on that team was much for sharing of their personal lives.
Jennifer couldn’t help but notice it appeared like Paul had a crush on Rebecca. Maybe that’s why she never noticed him talking about or to his wife. Maybe someone should remind him he’s married. Fortunately, Jennifer knew how to handle these types of people. Just spend every free time with the person they’re crushing on, and once they see they can’t have any quality time with them, they’ll eventually go away.
Of course they had their own technician, Carter Howard. They didn’t actually meet him until later on. It was kind of hard to tell how he compared to Garcia, but he seemed to be an all around type of technician, knowing how to do more than simply operate the computers. Then there was the leader, Virgil Webster. He had to be one of the most sadistic FBI leaders she’d ever met. He wasn't one to have quarrels about whether he should put someone in harm’s way if it would garner results. Then finally there was the woman of the moment: Rebecca Locke. She was the rookie and shy one of the team; tall, blonde, grayish-blue eyes, around Jennifer’s age and absolutely stunning.
After their initial meeting, Jennifer made it her obligation to become friends with Rebecca. That might be easier said than done because saying Agent Locke doesn’t have much of a life outside work was an understatement. Whenever the team decided to hang out, it wasn’t surprising for Rebecca not to appear, but Jennifer managed regardless. Needless to say, Rebecca was an interesting one. She was abducted when she was merely ten years old, and held captive for 18 months. No one found her, but miraculously she managed to escape all by herself. No wonder she’s messed up. She has even found a way to harness her trauma to get inside the lives of the victims she’s profiling.
Jennifer knew with the time she’s been spending with Rebecca, that Emily would’ve gotten worried what her colleague might be up to. So she confronted Emily, requesting that the brunette not tell Rebecca about her intentions with the promise that she’d be gentle with Agent Locke. Emily agreed to it.
Once the two blond agents really became close, Jennifer finally paid a visit to Rebecca’s apartment, and saw firsthand how there really wasn’t much of a life for Rebecca outside work. Her place was barren. Despite living in LA for 9 months, a lot of her suitcases and boxes still weren’t unpacked. Only one plate in her kitchen and Jennifer was able to spot the small plant Rebecca's coworkers gave her to make her feel more welcome. There was only one place in the apartment that did seem established, and that was a corner where her computer with post-its on a number of cases was set up. Even at home, Rebecca could only think of work.
To add to the ensemble, Rebecca had also been taken while on duty a number of times. It’s uncertain if these abductions were intentional or if the unsubs they faced off with just weren’t very creative with their plans. The last thing Jennifer would have wanted was for the agent to freak out when she made her move, so the blonde took a different approach to Agent Locke. She invited Rebecca over to her hotel room to go over some FBI training.
*****
Rebecca approached the outside of Jennifer’s hotel room, looking lovely and casual. She knocked on the door. “Who is it?” Jennifer asked from within.
“It’s Rebecca.”
“Come on in. Door is open.”
Rebecca turned the knob and walked in. She was surprised by the sight of the hotel room. A vase of lovely flowers on the table, sweets on the dresser, scented candles lit around the place. Jennifer herself was lying on the bed, indulging in some chocolates, clad in a dress similar to the one Marilyn Monroe wore for the film The Seven Year Itch.
“Are you expecting a date?” Rebecca asked curiously.
“Can’t a woman simply enjoy herself once and a while?” the other blonde retort. “Isn’t it nice? Chocolate?” she offered.
“No thanks,” Rebecca placed her bag down. “I’ll eat them later on. So what do you want to do first? I brought some case files just in case.”
“I go through too much paper work already. Let's do some physical training.”
“Alright then,” Rebecca took off her jacket. “You want to get changed?”
“I’m fine like this. This dress is tougher than it looks. Besides, we’re mostly going to be only practicing how to get out of holds.”
“Your choice.”
They go over how to counter a series of locks and holds, from choke holds to bear hugs. Jennifer told Rebecca she felt the rookie should go first, so all their practices consisted of Jennifer placing some kind of maneuver on Rebecca, and the rookie agent reversing them and at times tossing Jennifer.
“Getting pretty tired?” Jennifer asked after a while.
“I’ve been getting out of holds, and slamming you around for about an hour now, Jennifer,” Rebecca says, catching her breath.
“Want to rest up before it’s my turn?” Jennifer suggested.
“Definitely.”
Rebecca moved towards the bed and crashed down. The other blonde soon followed and lay next to Rebecca. Jennifer let out a deep breath before rolling on top of Rebecca.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca asked curiously.
“I like this position.”
Rebecca gazed at her. Then it all hit the rookie, “So this is what tonight was all about?”
“Afraid so.”
Rebecca tried to push Jennifer off her, but the other blonde grabbed Rebecca’s wrists and held her arms down across from each other. Rebecca found she didn’t have the energy to fight the other woman off. Now she’s looking up at her with their bodies pressed against one another, and their faces just inches apart. “And this is probably why you wanted me to go first. So what are you going to do?” Rebecca said calmly, acting like she’s not worried.
“I’m going to let you decide actually. If you don’t want me to do anything, I’m not going to do anything.”
“Well, in that case…” Rebecca tried to sit back up but Jennifer pinned her back down again.
“But let me finish,” Jennifer continued. “Getting to know you Rebecca really is something. I want to start a relationship with you.”
“You mean the relationship a couple have?”
“I know what you’re thinking. Silly perverted woman, does she really believe such a relationship will really work?” Jennifer could see there’s an intensity in those grayish-blue eyes that’s waiting to jump, “Well, everyone in the team knows what happened to you when you were a child. So it’s no mystery you have trust issues. Seeing your apartment and seeing you’re always focused on work, that’s quite a life you got.”
“It’s what I do.”
“You’ve pretty much been by yourself ever since your abduction all those years ago. You never did stop fighting even after the incident. After all those years, even you have to want some companionship. I just want you to try it out, even if it’s just for a day. We can always go back to being friends afterward, as long as we have some kind of relationship together.”
“You know most people would’ve done this by asking them out on a date,” Rebecca suggested.
“I’m not most people.”
“Why do you care so much that we’re together? I’m sure I’m not the first woman you had a thing for, Jennifer.”
“You’re right. You’re not the first woman I ever had a thing for, but something about you makes me really want to care for you. After seeing your apartment, looks like you really need someone special in your life - a person you can take comfort in, someone you can trust, or simply someone you can just talk to, rather than being so sheltered in all the time. And, quite frankly, I need someone special in my life too. It’s two screwed up minds forming a special relationship. It might actually work, Rebecca.”
Rebecca looked at Jennifer, and into those ocean blue eyes, trying to see how sincere everything she just said was. There wasn’t anything Rebecca sensed that she should be threatened by, “Okay, I accept.”
Jennifer grinned at that answer, “Before you leave, can I ask for a single kiss? You can make it as fast as you want, and feel free to swipe anything on your way out.”
Expecting a quick pucker or a rejection, it came as a surprise when the rookie gave Jennifer a deep kiss instead. Rebecca was as great as Jennifer was hoping she would be.
The more experienced agent pulled back from the kiss, “Press your leg down.”
“What?” Rebecca asked confused.
“I haven’t taught you how to get out of this position yet,” the blonde answered. “Press your leg down and use it to roll your body over.”
Rebecca followed the advice and flipped herself over. Now she was on top of Jennifer. By this time, Jennifer had already released Rebecca’s wrists.
“Good advice,” Rebecca remarked before grabbing the back of Jennifer’s head, and continuing on their kiss.
Jennifer was impressed by how much Rebecca was into this, especially considering this was her first kiss. It looked like all those years of holding back any temptation to start a relationship had really caught up to her. Jennifer couldn’t remember when she had a first kiss like this; feeling those lips, touching that skin, admiring that hair, and grabbing that figure. Topped off with the fact Rebecca was the one more in control of the situation at this point, Jennifer couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.
Rebecca pulled back from the kiss this time, “Just so you know. I’m planning on taking a box of chocolate, those flowers and a few of your scented candles when I leave.”
Jennifer responded with a smirk, and just like that, they returned back to the kiss. She felt one of Rebecca’s hands come down on the blonde’s thigh, and creep its way up her skirt. At the way Rebecca was handling herself, Jennifer couldn’t wait to see what would happen once that hand moved into her panties. Suddenly they heard a knock on the door to break the mood.
The two of them stopped for a moment. “Who is it?” Jennifer called out.
“Room service,” a woman’s voice from the other side of the door responded.
“Oh, I ordered some dinner in case this very moment occurred,” Jennifer told Rebecca.
In the hallway, the hotel employee waited with a cart carrying an assortment of concealed trays. “I’ll be right out,” Jennifer told her from within the room.
The door flew open, “Thanks for waiting. Come on in.”
The woman immediately noticed Jennifer Jareau in the white dress, and the other lovely looking blonde beside her. Both had messy hair, panting and pretty tired, clearly from some strenuous activity. As she rolled the cart into the room, she noticed the other things. The fragrance of the scented candles, though blown out, carried throughout the room. She also noticed the chocolates on the dresser and the pretty bouquet on the table. The hotel employee removed the tops of the trays and placed the plates of food in front of the flowers. She looked at the two blondes with a slightly embarrassed look on her, “Enjoy your date, ladies.” She rolled the cart outside and closed the door behind her. The two blondes took a seat on the edge of the bed, and started to giggle at what the woman clearly was thinking.
Rebecca looked at the tasty looking food on the table, “You want to eat before we continue?”
“Sure,” Jennifer answered.
*end flashback*
Jennifer smiled at that memory as she stood looking out her window at the city. She checked up on Blair recently, and it looks like she’s found a nice woman to be with. No creepy back story there. As for Rebecca, their couple relationship may not have lasted, but they still keep a special relationship between each other. Rebecca’s place now resembles a nice welcoming home, and Rebecca is finally learning to enjoy simple things again. On the weekend she’s scheduled to visit Rebecca again to help pick out a couch for her friend. Thinking about her two friends and how much they progressed since Jennifer first met them, the blonde couldn’t help but feel she effected those two women’s lives for the better. Looks like her creepy temptations had some good to them after all.
However, Jennifer isn’t oblivious to her behaviour when those temptations crawl up. She knows what she does in those instances is characteristic of a stalker. At times she couldn’t help but wonder if she was slowly developing into an unsub, though it didn’t worry her too much because she was able to reason it out. She is just a woman with a twisted wild side, not a future unsub. Besides, there was one big flaw in the idea of her becoming an unsub…
Jennifer walked over to the room with light creeping through the slit in the doorway. It’s her bedroom. On the bed is the sight of Jennifer Marsh, in her evening wear, sated and smiling. Marsh notices JJ standing there in the doorway, “You going to stand in the living room all night, or are you coming to bed soon?”
… unsubs don’t leave their victims coming back for more.
Jennifer smirks at the older woman and says, “Coming.” She enters the room and closes the door behind her.
The End
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