Take Two - August 3rd
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 3
Title: Take Two
Author:hermione2be
Rating: PG-13/FR18/T
Crossover: BtVS/Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Criminal Minds people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn walks into a police station, then the BAU does
Notes: Dawn of the IC Part 2 - Links Page
Seasons: Post Series (ignore comics)/early Season 11
Characters: Dawn, Willow, Spencer, Morgan, JJ, Andrew, Hotchner, Lewis, Rossi
Word Count: 1600
Dawn opened the door to the police station. The cool air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of a Georgia summer. She sighed and took a moment to observe her surroundings. She hated police stations. This one was as simple as they came out in rural country. A square room with three doors other than the front entrance. A receptionist desk was at the front, in the main bullpen was two desks, further back against one wall was a large over-loaded desk belonging to the sheriff. A conference room was through one door, an interview area through another. The last looked to be a temporary holding cell.
At least the air conditioning is working, she noted.
“Can I help you, miss?” a young officer asked.
Dawn opened her mouth but was simultaneously interrupted by an older man coming from the conference room and the front door opening again.
“You must be the F.B.I., I’m Sheriff Timmons.”
Dawn turned and looked at the wall of information used to advertise things important to the small town.
“I’m Agent Aaron Hotchner,” the new guest said. “This is agents Rossi and Lewis and Doctor Reid. The rest of my team on their way.”
Dawn went still as introductions were made. She waited for all of them to pass before finally taking a breath.
“Is there something we can help you with, miss?” the deputy asked.
“No,” she replied and scrambled out the door as quickly as possible. She groaned at the humid heat that greeted her and fished her cell phone from her pocket. She dialed a number born of habit and waited.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Willow, it’s Dawn. I’ve got a problem in Samson County, Georgia.”
“What kind of problem?” Willow asked, slipping into work mode.
“Like F.B.I problem,” Dawn replied. “In fact the same Doctor Reid that looked into me after running into him in Oklahoma.” She twisted the plain gold ring on her thumb, a worrying habit she had picked up to handle the stress.
“Well, we erased the fingerprints you and…Turner shared. You shouldn’t have any problem if you run into them.”
“That’s not the biggest part of the problem, Willow. This is an even smaller town than the one horse town a few months ago. What are the chances we’re working on different cases?”
There was a pause as she listened to Willow hit several keys. “Not good,” came the answer finally.
“Damnit,” Dawn cursed and resisted the urge to throw her cellphone. “Options?”
“Well, your IC creds should open any doors you need. I’m pretty sure the F.B.I. director is looped in, if not we can always see about our Interpol liaison smoothing things over.”
“And I’m just going to have to grin and bear the Doctor Reid part, aren’t I?”
“Sorry, Dawnie.”
“Thanks, Wils. Can you let M know in case this blows up quickly?”
“Consider it done,” Willow assured before hanging up.
Dawn sighed and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. After meeting Doctor Reid and Agent Morgan seven months ago, she had spent weeks working on side projects to get to the core of her existence, not just as the Key but as this physical version of Dawn Summers. Finding out her doppelganger had been a stalker and murderer had been pretty bad, especially after seeing what it had done to Doctor Spencer Reid.
A squeal of brakes drew her attention to a black SUV. The vehicle was jerkily pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff’s station. The passenger door opened and a blond stepped out. She was pretty, with sharp features and long hair.
“What are you doing here?” a male voice demanded.
Dawn turned to see the agent she had briefly met in Oklahoma. He was as hot as she remembered in a tight shirt and bulging muscles.
“Same as when we met last,” she told him. “Investigating.”
“You know her?” the blond asked.
“I don’t think we were ever officially introduced,” Dawn said. She held her hand out to the woman. “Dawn Summers, International Council.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Jennifer Jareau.” She shook. “This is Derek Morgan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dawn told them. “I’m guessing you guys are here for the same reason I am, investigating the six strange deaths in the last three months.”
“We just arrived,” Jareau told her. “We should introduce you to our lead.”
“Anything I can do to keep Doctor Reid from freaking out?” Dawn asked Morgan.
“Put your hair up,” Morgan said immediately.
Dawn nodded and walked towards her rental car. She unlocked it and reached into the purse on the seat. She found a thick set of chopsticks and grabbed them. It took her only a moment to twist her hair into a messy bun and secure it. “Better?” she asked as she faced them again.
Morgan and Jareau exchanged a look.
“It’ll have to do,” Morgan said. A muscle in his jaw ticked. Then he turned and headed into the sheriff’s office. Jareau was only a step behind.
Dawn took a deep breath and followed.
Morgan and Jareau stepped into the conference room where the rest of their team was setting up. They immediately crossed to Reid and started talking quietly.
Dawn stayed to the side of the door, waiting to see if she would need to give them a bit of time. Reid stiffened and slowly turned to the door. His eyes met hers, but there was none of the panic she had seen the last time.
“Hiya, doc,” she finally said.
The other agents - Hotchner, Rossi, and Lewis - turned to the door as well.
Alarm was clear in the face of the two men as they looked at her. The woman was black with short pixie cut hair. She did not seem phased at all.
“Doctor Summers,” Reid finally said.
Dawn grinned. “I knew you must have dug into my background.” In fact it was his investigation into her that had prompted her to look into the psychopath Diane Turner.
“Reid?” Hotchner asked.
“Doctor Dawn Summers, PhD,” Reid said. “We met months ago on the Cressman, Oklahoma case.”
Lewis was looking at her team and then back at Dawn, not understanding the tension. “Tara Lewis,” she introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you,” Dawn said. “I’m guessing you weren’t with the team three years ago.”
“No…”
“Breaking your team’s goldfish impressions down as simply as possible. I had a doppelganger by the name of Diane Turner, she shot and killed herself and the woman she was stalking.” She gestured to the room. “As you can see, we looked almost identical and they’re all trying to reconcile the incident three years ago with the fact that I’m not Diane Turner.”
Rossi nodded when Lewis looked at him. “It’s uncanny.”
“What are you doing here, Doctor Summers?” Hotchner asked.
“Investigating the deaths of six people. And a pattern that suggests that his victim is already chosen and will be abducted within two days and killed within a week,” she said.
“The Watchers’ Council sent you to investigate?” Rossi asked.
Dawn’s eyebrow rose. “I never said who I was with…so how do you know?” He was also using their old moniker.
Rossi flushed slightly. “I’ve known about the Council since the late seventies,” he admitted. “Gideon and I were asked to profile them. I’ve kept tabs on them since then.”
“So you know who I am?”
“I know of you and your sister taking over more than ten years ago.” He gave her a gimlet stare. “Congratulations on your Bachelor’s, have you decided to peruse your law degree?”
It was Dawn’s turn to flush. “Thank you.” She pulled out her phone and texted blindly before slipping it back into her pocket. “We go by the International Council now.”
“The IC,” Hotchner said. “We met a gentleman from your organization several years ago.”
“Xander?” Dawn guessed. Something click in her mind. “That makes you guys the profilers he met with.”
“SSA Aaron Hotchner.” He offered his hand.
Dawn took it. “That explains why you were in Oklahoma and now Georgia.”
“Last time we dealt with the IC they took over the investigation.”
“I’m not here to do that,” she assured. “I figured out part of the pattern with the last two victims. I came to see if I could prevent the next abduction, or at least the next murder.”
“Were you invited in by the locals?” Morgan asked.
Dawn looked at Rossi. “You have a take on the IC’s authority?”
“Unlimited, if unofficial,” he replied. “Think of them as PI’s, they have the ability and backing to go wherever they are needed. Across the world.”
“So why are you here?” Hotchner asked.
“Six people, all between eighteen and twenty-five, all seem to have gone of their own will and died in ways the M.E. can’t quite specify.” She shrugged. “Abnormal enough that it might be in my wheelhouse.”
“Then let’s get to work.”
88888888
“Garcia,” Rossi said softly. “We’ve been joined by a Doctor Dawn Summers. We need you to verify her whereabouts during the first five murders.”
“Uh - you mean Doctor Dawn Summers who looks like Diane Turner? That Doctor Dawn Summers?” Garcia clarified, typing her search parameters already.
“Yes.”
“Well murders one and two she was in London. Three thru six…she was in Washington D.C.”
“Why D.C.?”
“She lives here,” Garcia answered too quickly, like she was stating a fact she knew, instead of one she discovered.
Rossi let that go. “Thanks, Garcia.”
“Any time, sir,” she replied cheerily before hanging up.
Title: Take Two
Author:hermione2be
Rating: PG-13/FR18/T
Crossover: BtVS/Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Criminal Minds people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Dawn walks into a police station, then the BAU does
Notes: Dawn of the IC Part 2 - Links Page
Seasons: Post Series (ignore comics)/early Season 11
Characters: Dawn, Willow, Spencer, Morgan, JJ, Andrew, Hotchner, Lewis, Rossi
Word Count: 1600
Dawn opened the door to the police station. The cool air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of a Georgia summer. She sighed and took a moment to observe her surroundings. She hated police stations. This one was as simple as they came out in rural country. A square room with three doors other than the front entrance. A receptionist desk was at the front, in the main bullpen was two desks, further back against one wall was a large over-loaded desk belonging to the sheriff. A conference room was through one door, an interview area through another. The last looked to be a temporary holding cell.
At least the air conditioning is working, she noted.
“Can I help you, miss?” a young officer asked.
Dawn opened her mouth but was simultaneously interrupted by an older man coming from the conference room and the front door opening again.
“You must be the F.B.I., I’m Sheriff Timmons.”
Dawn turned and looked at the wall of information used to advertise things important to the small town.
“I’m Agent Aaron Hotchner,” the new guest said. “This is agents Rossi and Lewis and Doctor Reid. The rest of my team on their way.”
Dawn went still as introductions were made. She waited for all of them to pass before finally taking a breath.
“Is there something we can help you with, miss?” the deputy asked.
“No,” she replied and scrambled out the door as quickly as possible. She groaned at the humid heat that greeted her and fished her cell phone from her pocket. She dialed a number born of habit and waited.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Willow, it’s Dawn. I’ve got a problem in Samson County, Georgia.”
“What kind of problem?” Willow asked, slipping into work mode.
“Like F.B.I problem,” Dawn replied. “In fact the same Doctor Reid that looked into me after running into him in Oklahoma.” She twisted the plain gold ring on her thumb, a worrying habit she had picked up to handle the stress.
“Well, we erased the fingerprints you and…Turner shared. You shouldn’t have any problem if you run into them.”
“That’s not the biggest part of the problem, Willow. This is an even smaller town than the one horse town a few months ago. What are the chances we’re working on different cases?”
There was a pause as she listened to Willow hit several keys. “Not good,” came the answer finally.
“Damnit,” Dawn cursed and resisted the urge to throw her cellphone. “Options?”
“Well, your IC creds should open any doors you need. I’m pretty sure the F.B.I. director is looped in, if not we can always see about our Interpol liaison smoothing things over.”
“And I’m just going to have to grin and bear the Doctor Reid part, aren’t I?”
“Sorry, Dawnie.”
“Thanks, Wils. Can you let M know in case this blows up quickly?”
“Consider it done,” Willow assured before hanging up.
Dawn sighed and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. After meeting Doctor Reid and Agent Morgan seven months ago, she had spent weeks working on side projects to get to the core of her existence, not just as the Key but as this physical version of Dawn Summers. Finding out her doppelganger had been a stalker and murderer had been pretty bad, especially after seeing what it had done to Doctor Spencer Reid.
A squeal of brakes drew her attention to a black SUV. The vehicle was jerkily pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff’s station. The passenger door opened and a blond stepped out. She was pretty, with sharp features and long hair.
“What are you doing here?” a male voice demanded.
Dawn turned to see the agent she had briefly met in Oklahoma. He was as hot as she remembered in a tight shirt and bulging muscles.
“Same as when we met last,” she told him. “Investigating.”
“You know her?” the blond asked.
“I don’t think we were ever officially introduced,” Dawn said. She held her hand out to the woman. “Dawn Summers, International Council.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Jennifer Jareau.” She shook. “This is Derek Morgan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dawn told them. “I’m guessing you guys are here for the same reason I am, investigating the six strange deaths in the last three months.”
“We just arrived,” Jareau told her. “We should introduce you to our lead.”
“Anything I can do to keep Doctor Reid from freaking out?” Dawn asked Morgan.
“Put your hair up,” Morgan said immediately.
Dawn nodded and walked towards her rental car. She unlocked it and reached into the purse on the seat. She found a thick set of chopsticks and grabbed them. It took her only a moment to twist her hair into a messy bun and secure it. “Better?” she asked as she faced them again.
Morgan and Jareau exchanged a look.
“It’ll have to do,” Morgan said. A muscle in his jaw ticked. Then he turned and headed into the sheriff’s office. Jareau was only a step behind.
Dawn took a deep breath and followed.
Morgan and Jareau stepped into the conference room where the rest of their team was setting up. They immediately crossed to Reid and started talking quietly.
Dawn stayed to the side of the door, waiting to see if she would need to give them a bit of time. Reid stiffened and slowly turned to the door. His eyes met hers, but there was none of the panic she had seen the last time.
“Hiya, doc,” she finally said.
The other agents - Hotchner, Rossi, and Lewis - turned to the door as well.
Alarm was clear in the face of the two men as they looked at her. The woman was black with short pixie cut hair. She did not seem phased at all.
“Doctor Summers,” Reid finally said.
Dawn grinned. “I knew you must have dug into my background.” In fact it was his investigation into her that had prompted her to look into the psychopath Diane Turner.
“Reid?” Hotchner asked.
“Doctor Dawn Summers, PhD,” Reid said. “We met months ago on the Cressman, Oklahoma case.”
Lewis was looking at her team and then back at Dawn, not understanding the tension. “Tara Lewis,” she introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you,” Dawn said. “I’m guessing you weren’t with the team three years ago.”
“No…”
“Breaking your team’s goldfish impressions down as simply as possible. I had a doppelganger by the name of Diane Turner, she shot and killed herself and the woman she was stalking.” She gestured to the room. “As you can see, we looked almost identical and they’re all trying to reconcile the incident three years ago with the fact that I’m not Diane Turner.”
Rossi nodded when Lewis looked at him. “It’s uncanny.”
“What are you doing here, Doctor Summers?” Hotchner asked.
“Investigating the deaths of six people. And a pattern that suggests that his victim is already chosen and will be abducted within two days and killed within a week,” she said.
“The Watchers’ Council sent you to investigate?” Rossi asked.
Dawn’s eyebrow rose. “I never said who I was with…so how do you know?” He was also using their old moniker.
Rossi flushed slightly. “I’ve known about the Council since the late seventies,” he admitted. “Gideon and I were asked to profile them. I’ve kept tabs on them since then.”
“So you know who I am?”
“I know of you and your sister taking over more than ten years ago.” He gave her a gimlet stare. “Congratulations on your Bachelor’s, have you decided to peruse your law degree?”
It was Dawn’s turn to flush. “Thank you.” She pulled out her phone and texted blindly before slipping it back into her pocket. “We go by the International Council now.”
“The IC,” Hotchner said. “We met a gentleman from your organization several years ago.”
“Xander?” Dawn guessed. Something click in her mind. “That makes you guys the profilers he met with.”
“SSA Aaron Hotchner.” He offered his hand.
Dawn took it. “That explains why you were in Oklahoma and now Georgia.”
“Last time we dealt with the IC they took over the investigation.”
“I’m not here to do that,” she assured. “I figured out part of the pattern with the last two victims. I came to see if I could prevent the next abduction, or at least the next murder.”
“Were you invited in by the locals?” Morgan asked.
Dawn looked at Rossi. “You have a take on the IC’s authority?”
“Unlimited, if unofficial,” he replied. “Think of them as PI’s, they have the ability and backing to go wherever they are needed. Across the world.”
“So why are you here?” Hotchner asked.
“Six people, all between eighteen and twenty-five, all seem to have gone of their own will and died in ways the M.E. can’t quite specify.” She shrugged. “Abnormal enough that it might be in my wheelhouse.”
“Then let’s get to work.”
88888888
“Garcia,” Rossi said softly. “We’ve been joined by a Doctor Dawn Summers. We need you to verify her whereabouts during the first five murders.”
“Uh - you mean Doctor Dawn Summers who looks like Diane Turner? That Doctor Dawn Summers?” Garcia clarified, typing her search parameters already.
“Yes.”
“Well murders one and two she was in London. Three thru six…she was in Washington D.C.”
“Why D.C.?”
“She lives here,” Garcia answered too quickly, like she was stating a fact she knew, instead of one she discovered.
Rossi let that go. “Thanks, Garcia.”
“Any time, sir,” she replied cheerily before hanging up.