Wicked: The non Oz version - Part 1
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 1
Jennifer Jareau stands in the living room of her apartment. The lights around the place are dimmed. She stares out the window at the scenery outside. Quietly gazing at the night lights of the city with a drink in her hand is usually her favourite way to think things over. Her reflection can be spotted on the glare of the window. Who is the real Jennifer Jareau? To most people, even the profilers she works with, she’s the simple, beautiful girl next door from a small town. Although that's what she wants people to believe, that existence was once upon a time. There is a side to her that she’s been acting upon more throughout the years that very few people know about.
The FBI agent has a good idea when that side first surfaced. It was a few years back when she just became a part of the Behavior Analysis Unit. She was spending the summer in a house near a lake, away from civilization. One morning, that first step happened.
*flashback*
It was a simple morning stroll outside when she found her; a girl unconscious on the shore of the lake. Jennifer rushed over to the girl’s aid. She wasn’t breathing, so the agent administered CPR. After a round of applying pressure to the breast bone and performing mouth to mouth, the girl still didn’t respond. Just looking at her, Jennifer was able to tell she had been beaten up too. There were bruises all over her body.
“Come on,” the blond agent said as she desperately tried to resuscitate the girl. Finally she got a response. The mysterious girl coughed out the water in her lungs.
“Thank God,” she said relieved. Jennifer picked her off the sand, and carried the girl in her arms back to the house.
*****
Jennifer brought the young woman to her bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. She went into the bathroom to fetch a bathrobe. By the look of it, the girl had been in the water throughout the night, and her body temperature needed to be restored back to normal. Jennifer tugged off the mysterious girl's wet tank top and shorts. Before she covered her up with the bathrobe, Jennifer took the time to examine her guest. She was several years younger than Jennifer with sugar brown hair, a slender figure, and smooth white skin. Quite a looker.
The bruises on her body however weren’t pretty. There were several of them on her legs, arms, on her neck below the jaw line, and a big one on the side of her ribcage. A few small gashes on her face and red marks around her wrists served as evidence that she was tied up. Fortunately they didn’t look too severe. Jennifer spread the robe flat out on the bed, before she picked up the girl and placed her on top of it. She then slipped the girl’s arms into the sleeves and covered up her body. Jennifer wanted her to feel nice and cozy. Even though the young woman was breathing, she still hadn’t regained consciousness. The FBI agent knew she should have called for an ambulance to drive out here, but decided not to. She felt an obligation within herself, to not only nurse this mysterious young woman back to health, but find out who did this as well. The blonde reached out and touched the side of the young woman's face, gently rubbing it.
Throughout the day, the bedroom door was kept open so Jennifer could keep an eye on her guest. It wasn’t until nightfall when Jennifer sat next to her again that the other woman finally woke up. She acted upon her defensive instincts when she felt someone touching her. The blonde grabbed the girl’s arms, and pinned them on top of her torso in order to stop her flailing. Due to the mysterious girl's current state, Jennifer didn’t have to use much strength. Something the blonde was glad about, because she didn’t want to inflict any more pain on the other woman. Jennifer wrapped an arm around the woman's torso, keeping her arms down, while she used her other hand to hold the girl's chin.
“Easy, easy. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help,” Jennifer said softly in a non-threatening manner.
The young woman opened her eyes wide as awareness of her surroundings began to set in. She looked around gradually calming and relaxing back down on the bed.
Jennifer let go of her, “Okay just stay here, I’ll be right back.” The blonde quickly hopped off the bed, and headed into the kitchen. She returned with a glass of orange juice.
“Here,” Jennifer slowly tilted the glass toward the young woman. She saw how much the other woman struggled with trying to get her head up enough, so the blonde placed her other arm underneath her and helped her. Jennifer held up the younger woman while she slowly drank the orange juice, bit by bit. After the glass was finished, she placed it on the counter and laid the mysterious girl back down.
“You okay to talk?” the agent asked.
“Yeah,” she responded. Her voice was weak.
Jennifer placed her hand on the other woman’s cheek, “You want something to eat? Is spaghetti okay with you?”
She gave Jennifer a small smile and nodded.
*****
Jennifer set up a bed tray with the spaghetti and another glass of orange juice on it for her guest. Jennifer had to feed the younger woman since she was unable to eat much on her own, due to the pain that shot through her arm when moving it.
Jennifer wiped a napkin around the other woman’s mouth, cleaning the sauce off. “What’s your name?”
“Sara,” she answered.
“Hi Sara, I’m Jennifer. I’m also an FBI agent, so when you’re ready to tell me who did this to you, I can help find this creep.”
Sara nodded in agreement.
That night Jennifer felt a strange comfort with Sara sleeping next to her. She offered to sleep on the couch, but Sara insisted she stayed saying she’d feel safer with Jennifer nearby.
*****
“I’m going to draw up a warm bath, and get you cleaned up Sara. You okay with that?”
Sara smiled, “Yeah… yeah I would like that.” She tried to get off the bed, but was still cringing when she attempted to move her body.
“Take it easy, your body still hurts,” Jennifer picked up the younger woman off the bed, and carried her off in her arms again.
*****
The chance Sara might have freaked out getting in any body of water, even a small one, was definitely a thought that crossed Jennifer’s mind as she lowered Sara into the tub. However, that wasn’t the case. Sara lay in the bubbly water peacefully as Jennifer ran a sponge along the young woman’s skin. Being able to touch a woman’s naked body like that, without the slightest bit of guilt, was something Jennifer enjoyed more than she realized back then. Sara just relaxed back with her eyes closed, and allowed the blonde to clean her.
*****
Sara settled on the bed with a new set of clothes on her. “You’re shorter than me, so I hope my clothes aren’t too big,” Jennifer told her.
“They’re fine,” she responded. “I’m ready to tell you who did this to me.”
Jennifer turned and gave Sara her attention. She sat on the edge of the bed next to the younger woman, “So what happened?”
Sara takes in a deep breath. “I wanted to spend some time near the lake, so I reserved a room in one of the nearby cabin inns. Before arriving, I made a stop at a store along the road, and that’s when I first encountered him. Once I arrived at my cabin, I later discovered he too was staying there in another room. He introduced himself as Devon. Then one day when I was heading to the lake, I ran into him again. He said he was heading there too, and offered to walk with me. He didn’t look like someone I had to be afraid of, and seemed nice in our past encounters, so I said yes. Along the way that’s when I was knocked out. When I woke up…” Sara hesitated; she paused and closed her eyes. “Long story short, he kept me captive somewhere else around the area. He kept me around to play his sick fantasies, and struck me whenever I didn’t do as he said.”
“How did you get away?” Jennifer asked in a concerned tone.
“I managed to cut myself free when he was away, but he returned as soon as I got free and saw me running off. I ran as hard as I could. He caught up to me a few times and tried to kill me. I fought back and kept on going. The sun just set, so it was easier to stay hidden.” Sara kept her body still with her hands resting on top of her belly and was calm, mostly. She appeared to have some anxiety, but continued on, “I jumped into the lake and tried to swim out of there. However I got tired, and eventually sank into the water. I didn’t know if he saw me in the lake or not, if he did, he probably just assumed I drowned and didn’t bother to go after me.”
Jennifer touched Sara’s face in a comforting manner, “You were very brave, Sara. What did Devon look like?”
“He's white and looked pretty young, like in his mid 20s,” the young brunette answered. “About your height, average build, short curly brown hair. Has this look to him, like someone you wouldn’t find intimidating. Kind of like that harmless look Edward Norton has at times.”
“I have an idea what you’re talking about. Did he have anything distinctive about his appearance? Like tattoos or any marks?” the blonde wondered.
Sara shook her head, “No. He didn’t even have any facial hair.”
The blonde continued to gently rub her thumb along Sara’s cheek, “There’s a chance he might be looking to see if your body made it on land. I’ll keep a watch out for anyone matching the description. In the meantime, you just stay inside.”
Sara’s smiled at Jennifer’s request, “It’s not like I have much of a choice.”
“Yeah, silly me,” the blonde returned a smile. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.”
*****
Days went by and there were no signs of the man known simply as Devon. Jennifer was glad she had plenty of food stored up. She didn’t want to venture too far away from the house. Every time the blonde went out, she always packed a pair of handcuffs that was hidden beneath her shirt, and made sure her handgun was secured in her leg holster.
Then one day when the blond agent was heading to the lake for a swim, she encountered Devon. The description matched what Sara told her, especially the non-intimidating appearance. Unfortunately, because she had worn shorts, she couldn’t hide her gun so she left it in the house. Jennifer only had the handcuffs on her, tucked into her shorts.
“Excuse me. I’m trying to find my sister, I’m wondering if you might have seen her?” he asked.
Jennifer was positive this was the guy, but she had to make sure. So she kept a straight face when answering. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific, I see quite a lot of women around here.”
“Of course. She’s 20,” He used his hand to show a height margin, “About his tall, brown hair, slim figure. She’s quite pretty, someone you’ll notice if you ever saw her. I hadn’t seen her for a few days. She said she was going out with a friend around the lake area.”
Bingo. “Sorry no one matching that description comes to mind. Not recently anyways,” the woman answered.
“That’s okay. I’m sure she’ll turn up fine,” he replied.
Without a gun on her, Jennifer hoped she wasn’t rusty on her field training. All that was needed was for him to turn around. Once Devon started to head back where he came from, the blonde knew she had to act quickly. The instant he had his back to her, she pounced, wrapping one arm around his neck, while the other one was on the side of his head.
Devon fought back, but couldn’t break Jennifer’s grip. She could hear him gasping for air. This was the first time the blonde ever attempted a sleeper hold outside her field training, and as tempting as killing him would’ve been, making him pass out was the intent. Devon leaned his body forward and picked Jennifer off the ground. He then ran sideways, ramming the blonde’s body into a tree. Despite his efforts, Jennifer kept a firm lock on the hold she had on him. Her feet were back on the ground, and this time she was the one to lean back and pick him off the ground. He put up less of a fight as she held him up. Eventually his legs stopped kicking. Jennifer collapsed to the ground with a firm grip still on the suspect. She finally released him and turned him on his face. Jennifer took out the cuffs behind her and bound his hands together.
Part 2