Fic: The Barbie Murders - Part II
Hey guys!
I don't know if anyone remembers, but I posted the first part of this story on "International Day of Femslash". After that my RL became REALLY busy and I had to put this story (ans every other story) in storage for later use.
NOW I was finally able, to dust it off and continue it. YAY!
So without further ado I give you:
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The Barbie Murders - Chapter II
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: CSI:Miami/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Jennifer Jareau (with some Cal/Nat, JJ/Em, JJ/Nat along the way)
Disclaimer: None of the beautiful ladies is mine. No infringement intended.
The song is “Isolated” from Chiasm; the drug I borrowed from the Movie “Anatomy”
Rating: NC-17/M (I mean it)
Warnings: chose one, there's plenty... angst, smut, mentioning of violence, abuse, rape (but nothing graphic), it's a BAU case after all, what did you expect. No smut in this part. But I gotta warn you! There's plot!!
Setting: uhm, screw timelines. I guess somewhere end of season six CSI:M and end of season two CM
Spoiler: I don't think so
A/N: written for the “Cliché Challenge 2008”. Sadly I wasn't able to finish it on time. Real life in form of work (buuuh) and my niece (yay) got in the way. But I am pretty far so updates should be quick.
Cliché used: trapped together in a cave/shack/turbolift
A/N 2: This story kinda developed a mind of its own. I guess it will be the first story in a loose series.
Archive: women_in_kevlar , passion_perfect , femslash_smut
Thanks to my awesome beta sofia_lindsay . And not just for beta-ing!
Miami, 1000, June 02, The Four Seasons
Calleigh had driven straight to the hotel. She would have preferred something more low profile, but Horatio had called in a favor from the manager. He had arranged for two adjoining rooms with a connecting door, so she could meet up with the agents without anybody noticing. The lieutenant had already given her the room key. So she only had parked her car at the on-side parking lot and had taken the service elevator to her floor. When she had stepped into her room she had first checked for any bugs or other surveillance. When she hadn't found any she had opened the connecting door from her side and had crashed onto the king-size bed, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. But sleep didn't provide the much needed rest, because it was troubled and filled with nightmares.
Music.
Some primal rhythm pounding in the air. Electronic sounds almost hypnotizing.
Isolated
Alone and apart
Isolated
Isolated
People. Everywhere. Unknown faces. Meaningless. Strange.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
You're in the middle of the dance-floor. Moving in sync with the music, in sync with all the other people.
Here I stand in this room
Caged and trapped inside
Seems I'm damned to live a lie
Unaware of what's outside
Should I care for what's left me behind
You know you're supposed to be doing something here, but you can't remember; the music is fogging your brain and the lights are funny. You think you might have been drugged, but you can't be sure. You can't concentrate, not able to follow your thoughts.
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I'm here alone and isolated
Thump - thump- thump. Is it the music or your heartbeat that's pounding in your ears? The lights are blinding; to bright, to colorful, flashing to fast. It seems like everyone is moving in staccato. And you still can't remember what you ought to be doing here.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
See I have no choice but be isolated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...
You turn on the spot, spinning on you own axis, but everything you see is more strange people, moving to the music. Moving in staccato like puppets, controlled by someone else.
The monsters make me hide
Perhaps I'll eat myself alive
Internally what is there left for me to be
I can't care for what's left me behind
And stare at light that makes me blind
These broken walls trap me inside
I'm isolated
In the distance you see someone familiar, you think. It's hard to tell with the lights and the sea of people towering over you. You start moving in the rough direction, pushing through bodies blocking your path.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...
You catch a glimpse every now and then and follow them like breadcrumbs to the back door. You look around but nobody seems to take any notice of you. So you step outside.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
The air outside is cold and fresh, clearing your senses somewhat, and you can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong here.
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I'm here alone and isolated
And suddenly someone's grabbing you from behind; pushing you against the wall, face first. You can't move, fear is taking you hostage. And it's so not like you to not fight back, to struggle, to try at least. But you’re trapped inside your mind, not in control of your body.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
And you feel your shirt being ripped away from you and a needle breaking through your skin at your thigh. And then you can't move for real. Your feel the drug invading your system, a little more with every heart beat. And you're not able to stand any longer, so you sink to the ground.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free...
You know without a doubt that you're going to die soon, and that knowledge finally gives you the power to fight back. You can't feel your legs anymore so you start crawling, the ground rough and painful against your bare skin. Soon your elbows are raw and bleeding, but you push through the pain, trying to escape.
And suddenly someone is holding you back. Another body is trapping you to the ground, and you scream in frustration.
You feel your movements go weaker, it gets harder to move at all, and your chest hurts because your heart is pumping so hard trying to compensate, trying to deliver oxygen to your brain.
You want to speak, want to beg for your life, but the words won't come. You have trouble breathing now; your lungs won't oblige your will to pump air. You struggle for the next breath, but it won't come and everything goes dark around you.
Miami, 1300, June 02, The Four Seasons
The two agents had checked in under Emily's name, because it would be perfectly normal for the daughter of an ambassador to stay in a high-class hotel. JJ had stood back, letting Emily handle the formalities and used the time to take a good look at the reception area and the surveillance. She would have Garcia hack into the system later, set up an alert with the face recognition program, so they would be aware of any suspect closing in on them. Just in case.
The ride in the elevator to their room was filled with idle chitchat about shopping, going to the beach and various parties. They had to keep up their cover, even for the bellboy and random guests.
When they were in their room and finally alone, JJ released a sigh of relief and threw herself onto the next armchair.
“I don't know if I can do this. All this pretending and smiling. I don't feel like smiling damn it!”
Emily had started unpacking right away but upon hearing JJ's frustrated groan, she stopped and turned towards her.
“Hey Jayj!” she called out to get her friend's attention. When the blonde looked up, worry written all over her face, she went over, knelled down beside her and looked her straight in the eyes.
“You can do this. I know you can. We're in this together. This room is our safe place, you can relax. You don't have to pretend. Just let go and be yourself. Don't try to be strong on my account.”
Emily knew exactly what JJ was feeling. Growing up as Ambassador Prentiss' daughter had provided her with many situations where she wasn't allowed to be herself. Over the years she had learned to deal with it, perfecting her mask to the outside world. There were only a few places where she was able to let her mask down, to be herself. Where she allowed herself to let her emotions free. And obviously JJ needed this hotel room to be such a place.
JJ looked into Emily's eyes and, once again, felt calm inside. She was very glad that Emily had managed to persuade Hotch to send them both to Miami. The comfort the brunette agent offered, her sense of calmness and control was exactly what she needed. The case was horrible and she knew she was about to get herself in mortal danger. Acting as bait for the unsub to stop the killing, to prevent more innocent victims. She was really glad that Emily, her friend and confidant, was by her side.
The blonde let out a deep breath, took Emily's hands into her own and relaxed visibly.
“Thanks. I guess I'm a little freaked out; this case is really getting under my skin. I mean, more than others. And I'm really glad you're here with me. I really can't imagine doing this with Reid.”
Emily felt her hands burning where JJ was touching them and it took a lot of her willpower to not pull them free and bring some distance between them. And it took nearly as much willpower to not lean in and capture those inviting, coral lips with her own.
“You're very welcome. Now, what do you say, we grab a quick shower and get this thing rolling?”
A small smile spread across JJ's face. “Sounds like a plan. Wanna go first?”
“No, you go ahead. I'll finish unpacking.” 'And join you later. Oh God, this case is gonna kill me. The image of JJ under the shower will haunt me for ever.'
JJ finally let go of Emily's hands, grabbed her toiletries and entered the bathroom, starting to unbutton her shirt on way. Emily groaned silently and slapped a hand above her eyes. 'JJ. What are you doing? Get a grip Prentiss! You survived college and university and FBI Academy! You've seen this before. It's perfectly normal behavior if two friends live in a room together. Just because you can't get your mind out of the gutter... If you can't deal with it, you have to tell her. And you...'
Emily's internal debate was interrupted by JJ calling from the bathroom.
“Emily! Come quick! You've gotta see this. It's unbelievable!”
Although JJ's voice sounded more thrilled than alarmed Emily was on her feet and at the bathroom door before the other agent was able to finish her sentence. With one hand on her weapon she rushed in and froze almost instantly at the sight that greeted her there.
JJ was standing in an obscenely big bathroom, decorated in white marble with golden faucets. The bathtub was lowered into the ground, big enough for at least four people and could be used as a jacuzzi. There were mirrors and gold and flowers everywhere. But the only thing Emily saw was JJ standing there, glowing, her eyes big as a child's as she was admiring the interior. She had removed her jacket, her shirt was unbuttoned and Emily could catch glimpses of honey colored skin and a light-blue colored bra in the gap between the lapels.
“Oh my God!”
“Isn't this great? Look at the shower, our whole soccer team would fit in and we could still play soccer in there.”
Emily couldn't bring herself to look away from JJ and that small strip of skin that was peaking out every now and than when JJ was moving.
“Em? You okay?” JJ snapped her fingers before Emily's eyes and the dark haired woman snapped out of it.
“Sorry. Just thinking. We should really get going. Detective Duquesne is probably waiting already.” And with that she turned on her heels and left as quickly as possible.
JJ wasn't sure what just happened. 'She starred at me like I had grown a second head, she didn't even look at the room. Well she wasn't looking at my head exactly. And then... bam! She just turns and leaves. What the hell? It's not like I'm naked. I never expected her to be a prude.'
By the time they had both showered and set up shop it had become two p. m. but finally they were ready to meet up with their contact.
Emily unlocked the connecting door from their side and knocked but there was no answer. JJ saw the worry in her eyes and urged her with a slight nod to knock again. When she saw Emily draw her gun she was beside her, gun ready in a heartbeat. 'It could be nothing. Duquesne's probably taking a shower or getting something to eat. She's fine.' JJ tried to calm her nerves, talking herself out of the uneasiness she was feeling. 'What if the unsub's gotten to her? What will we find behind this door?'
When there was still no answer Emily signaled her to move in.
Chapter 1 can be found here!!
I don't know if anyone remembers, but I posted the first part of this story on "International Day of Femslash". After that my RL became REALLY busy and I had to put this story (ans every other story) in storage for later use.
NOW I was finally able, to dust it off and continue it. YAY!
So without further ado I give you:
Click on image for full size!
The Barbie Murders - Chapter II
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: CSI:Miami/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Jennifer Jareau (with some Cal/Nat, JJ/Em, JJ/Nat along the way)
Disclaimer: None of the beautiful ladies is mine. No infringement intended.
The song is “Isolated” from Chiasm; the drug I borrowed from the Movie “Anatomy”
Rating: NC-17/M (I mean it)
Warnings: chose one, there's plenty... angst, smut, mentioning of violence, abuse, rape (but nothing graphic), it's a BAU case after all, what did you expect. No smut in this part. But I gotta warn you! There's plot!!
Setting: uhm, screw timelines. I guess somewhere end of season six CSI:M and end of season two CM
Spoiler: I don't think so
A/N: written for the “Cliché Challenge 2008”. Sadly I wasn't able to finish it on time. Real life in form of work (buuuh) and my niece (yay) got in the way. But I am pretty far so updates should be quick.
Cliché used: trapped together in a cave/shack/turbolift
A/N 2: This story kinda developed a mind of its own. I guess it will be the first story in a loose series.
Archive: women_in_kevlar , passion_perfect , femslash_smut
Thanks to my awesome beta sofia_lindsay . And not just for beta-ing!
Miami, 1000, June 02, The Four Seasons
Calleigh had driven straight to the hotel. She would have preferred something more low profile, but Horatio had called in a favor from the manager. He had arranged for two adjoining rooms with a connecting door, so she could meet up with the agents without anybody noticing. The lieutenant had already given her the room key. So she only had parked her car at the on-side parking lot and had taken the service elevator to her floor. When she had stepped into her room she had first checked for any bugs or other surveillance. When she hadn't found any she had opened the connecting door from her side and had crashed onto the king-size bed, the exhaustion finally catching up with her. But sleep didn't provide the much needed rest, because it was troubled and filled with nightmares.
Music.
Some primal rhythm pounding in the air. Electronic sounds almost hypnotizing.
Isolated
Alone and apart
Isolated
Isolated
People. Everywhere. Unknown faces. Meaningless. Strange.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
You're in the middle of the dance-floor. Moving in sync with the music, in sync with all the other people.
Here I stand in this room
Caged and trapped inside
Seems I'm damned to live a lie
Unaware of what's outside
Should I care for what's left me behind
You know you're supposed to be doing something here, but you can't remember; the music is fogging your brain and the lights are funny. You think you might have been drugged, but you can't be sure. You can't concentrate, not able to follow your thoughts.
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I'm here alone and isolated
Thump - thump- thump. Is it the music or your heartbeat that's pounding in your ears? The lights are blinding; to bright, to colorful, flashing to fast. It seems like everyone is moving in staccato. And you still can't remember what you ought to be doing here.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
See I have no choice but be isolated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...
You turn on the spot, spinning on you own axis, but everything you see is more strange people, moving to the music. Moving in staccato like puppets, controlled by someone else.
The monsters make me hide
Perhaps I'll eat myself alive
Internally what is there left for me to be
I can't care for what's left me behind
And stare at light that makes me blind
These broken walls trap me inside
I'm isolated
In the distance you see someone familiar, you think. It's hard to tell with the lights and the sea of people towering over you. You start moving in the rough direction, pushing through bodies blocking your path.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...
You catch a glimpse every now and then and follow them like breadcrumbs to the back door. You look around but nobody seems to take any notice of you. So you step outside.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free
The air outside is cold and fresh, clearing your senses somewhat, and you can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong here.
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I'm here alone and isolated
And suddenly someone's grabbing you from behind; pushing you against the wall, face first. You can't move, fear is taking you hostage. And it's so not like you to not fight back, to struggle, to try at least. But you’re trapped inside your mind, not in control of your body.
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
And you feel your shirt being ripped away from you and a needle breaking through your skin at your thigh. And then you can't move for real. Your feel the drug invading your system, a little more with every heart beat. And you're not able to stand any longer, so you sink to the ground.
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until I'm free...
You know without a doubt that you're going to die soon, and that knowledge finally gives you the power to fight back. You can't feel your legs anymore so you start crawling, the ground rough and painful against your bare skin. Soon your elbows are raw and bleeding, but you push through the pain, trying to escape.
And suddenly someone is holding you back. Another body is trapping you to the ground, and you scream in frustration.
You feel your movements go weaker, it gets harder to move at all, and your chest hurts because your heart is pumping so hard trying to compensate, trying to deliver oxygen to your brain.
You want to speak, want to beg for your life, but the words won't come. You have trouble breathing now; your lungs won't oblige your will to pump air. You struggle for the next breath, but it won't come and everything goes dark around you.
Miami, 1300, June 02, The Four Seasons
The two agents had checked in under Emily's name, because it would be perfectly normal for the daughter of an ambassador to stay in a high-class hotel. JJ had stood back, letting Emily handle the formalities and used the time to take a good look at the reception area and the surveillance. She would have Garcia hack into the system later, set up an alert with the face recognition program, so they would be aware of any suspect closing in on them. Just in case.
The ride in the elevator to their room was filled with idle chitchat about shopping, going to the beach and various parties. They had to keep up their cover, even for the bellboy and random guests.
When they were in their room and finally alone, JJ released a sigh of relief and threw herself onto the next armchair.
“I don't know if I can do this. All this pretending and smiling. I don't feel like smiling damn it!”
Emily had started unpacking right away but upon hearing JJ's frustrated groan, she stopped and turned towards her.
“Hey Jayj!” she called out to get her friend's attention. When the blonde looked up, worry written all over her face, she went over, knelled down beside her and looked her straight in the eyes.
“You can do this. I know you can. We're in this together. This room is our safe place, you can relax. You don't have to pretend. Just let go and be yourself. Don't try to be strong on my account.”
Emily knew exactly what JJ was feeling. Growing up as Ambassador Prentiss' daughter had provided her with many situations where she wasn't allowed to be herself. Over the years she had learned to deal with it, perfecting her mask to the outside world. There were only a few places where she was able to let her mask down, to be herself. Where she allowed herself to let her emotions free. And obviously JJ needed this hotel room to be such a place.
JJ looked into Emily's eyes and, once again, felt calm inside. She was very glad that Emily had managed to persuade Hotch to send them both to Miami. The comfort the brunette agent offered, her sense of calmness and control was exactly what she needed. The case was horrible and she knew she was about to get herself in mortal danger. Acting as bait for the unsub to stop the killing, to prevent more innocent victims. She was really glad that Emily, her friend and confidant, was by her side.
The blonde let out a deep breath, took Emily's hands into her own and relaxed visibly.
“Thanks. I guess I'm a little freaked out; this case is really getting under my skin. I mean, more than others. And I'm really glad you're here with me. I really can't imagine doing this with Reid.”
Emily felt her hands burning where JJ was touching them and it took a lot of her willpower to not pull them free and bring some distance between them. And it took nearly as much willpower to not lean in and capture those inviting, coral lips with her own.
“You're very welcome. Now, what do you say, we grab a quick shower and get this thing rolling?”
A small smile spread across JJ's face. “Sounds like a plan. Wanna go first?”
“No, you go ahead. I'll finish unpacking.” 'And join you later. Oh God, this case is gonna kill me. The image of JJ under the shower will haunt me for ever.'
JJ finally let go of Emily's hands, grabbed her toiletries and entered the bathroom, starting to unbutton her shirt on way. Emily groaned silently and slapped a hand above her eyes. 'JJ. What are you doing? Get a grip Prentiss! You survived college and university and FBI Academy! You've seen this before. It's perfectly normal behavior if two friends live in a room together. Just because you can't get your mind out of the gutter... If you can't deal with it, you have to tell her. And you...'
Emily's internal debate was interrupted by JJ calling from the bathroom.
“Emily! Come quick! You've gotta see this. It's unbelievable!”
Although JJ's voice sounded more thrilled than alarmed Emily was on her feet and at the bathroom door before the other agent was able to finish her sentence. With one hand on her weapon she rushed in and froze almost instantly at the sight that greeted her there.
JJ was standing in an obscenely big bathroom, decorated in white marble with golden faucets. The bathtub was lowered into the ground, big enough for at least four people and could be used as a jacuzzi. There were mirrors and gold and flowers everywhere. But the only thing Emily saw was JJ standing there, glowing, her eyes big as a child's as she was admiring the interior. She had removed her jacket, her shirt was unbuttoned and Emily could catch glimpses of honey colored skin and a light-blue colored bra in the gap between the lapels.
“Oh my God!”
“Isn't this great? Look at the shower, our whole soccer team would fit in and we could still play soccer in there.”
Emily couldn't bring herself to look away from JJ and that small strip of skin that was peaking out every now and than when JJ was moving.
“Em? You okay?” JJ snapped her fingers before Emily's eyes and the dark haired woman snapped out of it.
“Sorry. Just thinking. We should really get going. Detective Duquesne is probably waiting already.” And with that she turned on her heels and left as quickly as possible.
JJ wasn't sure what just happened. 'She starred at me like I had grown a second head, she didn't even look at the room. Well she wasn't looking at my head exactly. And then... bam! She just turns and leaves. What the hell? It's not like I'm naked. I never expected her to be a prude.'
By the time they had both showered and set up shop it had become two p. m. but finally they were ready to meet up with their contact.
Emily unlocked the connecting door from their side and knocked but there was no answer. JJ saw the worry in her eyes and urged her with a slight nod to knock again. When she saw Emily draw her gun she was beside her, gun ready in a heartbeat. 'It could be nothing. Duquesne's probably taking a shower or getting something to eat. She's fine.' JJ tried to calm her nerves, talking herself out of the uneasiness she was feeling. 'What if the unsub's gotten to her? What will we find behind this door?'
When there was still no answer Emily signaled her to move in.
Chapter 1 can be found here!!