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FF: Phantasm Prologue

Title: Phantasm

Author: Twisted Darkness

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss / Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau [Jemily] Established relationship.

Point Of View: Emily Prentiss

Setting: Mid-season 3. Before the imposed Will story line

Spoilers: Season 1 - 3.

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here. As well as strong violence.

Beta: Frenhu

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else.

Summery: Do you see what I see?

Author's Note: I personally like the idea of someone who looks like someone else but is totally different. The title comes from my trip with the thesaurus on my computer with synonyms of 'Ghost' and phantasm came up and it fitted perfectly. ;D.

Phantasm: fan'tazm n lit. Something unreal or illusory. Or n a vain, airy appearance, fancied vision, an apparition, a spectre, counterfeit (obs.) an impostor. A vision of an absent person[13th century. Via French fantasme < Greek phantasma < phantazesthai "appear" < phainein "bring to light"]

Phantasmagoria: fan-taz-ma-gō'ri-a n confusing succession of scenes. Or n a fantastic series of illusive images or of real forms. An exhibition of illusions, a crowd of dim or unreal figures. [Early 19th century. < French fantasmagorie "art of making optical illusions" < fantasme (see phantasm)]

Prologue:- Destroy.

I holster my weapon, as I kneel down. The man is well dressed, well groomed. Not a thing out of place. Suit and tie. The suit is black, darker in the parts where the bullets entered. I check his pulse, nothing. His grip is loosened on a metal pipe that he was wielding. I gave him a chance to drop it, Morgan heard me. He came in just time to see me shoot him dead.

"Where did he come from?" Morgan asks me.

"I think he came from that door." I tell him, as I get up, "He might have someone down there." I add as I unhook my gun, "He's got to have her stashed here somewhere."

Morgan nods, "We better go check it out."

"On it." I reply and we both head towards the door. Morgan goes first, I follow behind. The door leads to a staircase. Maybe a basement or cellar?

Whatever it was, my stomach turned, although I'd never show it. The walls were covered in dried blood stains. Looked like splatter. But there was something more disturbing. On the table next to the wall, next to the steel implements, hammers, pliers saws...

"Morgan?"

"Yeah?" He says.

"Can you see those cameras?" I ask him, as we move forward into the room.

He nods, "Must be something to do with the videos Reid found."

There's a smell of bleach and cleaner. Bar the blood stains that have dried onto the wall, the place is spotless. God knows what he's been cleaning up.

Then we hear it, it's a whimper. We both swing our guns towards the faint noise. I have a feeling that we've just found the missing girl. Tyler Winters, aged 20, disappeared after her Greek Art class two weeks ago.

There's a long curtain. It's a crimson colour, looks like it's made from blankets or something as thick. It stretches from floor to ceiling. We both nod, then move. I press myself against the wall while Morgan grasps the curtain and yanks it away.

Positive ID on our missing student. She's gagged and bound, she whimpers, looking up at us. Her feet and hands are bound together as extra insurance, they are tied to metal Os at the top and bottom of the bed. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn't struggle.

Morgan grabs his phone, dialling a number, "I need a ambulance right now! We have a live victim. I repeat, a live victim."

I look around, looking for something to cut the rope with. I move back to the table looking for a knife. Aware that I need to preserve the evidence, I snap on a pair of gloves before taking what looks like a craft knife. I move back, kneeling so that I can cut the ties. Legs first then arms, then I cut the gag, moving it so that she can speak. "We're with the FBI. Are you Tyler Winters?"

The girl nods, "Yes." Her voice is weak, I have to strain to hear it.

"I'm Emily, this is Derek." I point to Morgan, "We're going to get you out of here." I tell her. "Morgan?"

Morgan nods, he gently lifts her up, so that she's standing. Taylor leans on me for support, "Is he gone?" She asks.

"Yeah, he's gone." I reply as we slowly walk out of the hell hole. I put the knife back on the table so who ever can process it.

Soon we're outside. The light's almost too bright. I have to blink a couple of times to get my bearings back. The EMTs gently load Tyler into the ambulance.

Hotch, Reid, Rossi and JJ greet us. Hotch mutters, "Good job." Rossi nods as well. Reid just smiles, I can tell he's happy to see an end of this saga. JJ hangs back, she looks towards me, I smile weakly at her but she knows that I'm the one with the smoking gun.

She won't pull me up over it, not yet. There are too many people around. She tracked me all the way to D.C. after the Strauss/Hotch/me weird work related triangle. I didn't believe she would. I couldn't believe that she would.

Never get in the way of Jennifer Jareau, because she will not like it at all. She couldn't believe I would do that. I knew that it was my dream job. That I am a good profiler. Although no one seemed to think so, because of being Ambassador Prentiss' only child. I was sick and tired of just being known as that. Couldn't anyone see past it? I didn't realise what Strauss had done, and that's why I quit. To say that I wouldn't be anyone's mole. No one owned me. I don't want to be in anyone's debt. I can stand on my own two feet, thank you very much.

Then she kissed me. And in that moment, I knew that there was another reason why the BAU was my dream job. Jennifer Jareau.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Hotch, telling us to head back to our temporary base camp. Garcia's got something we need to look at.

***

End of Prologue

Comments

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steppenwolf_20
Apr. 13th, 2010 07:38 pm (UTC)
Before the proper comment on this, I noticed some minor errors.
-I check his pulse, nothing. His grip is loosened on a metal pipe that he was wielding. I gave him a chance to drop it, Morgan heard me. He came in just time to see me shoot him dead. I check his pulse, none. is the double checking intentional?

-I add as I pull out my gun out, one out too many.

Well otherwise this is an interesting start and I can't wait to see who/what this Phantasm is *g*
the_dark_zodiac
Apr. 13th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
I've just edited the errors out, thanks for pointing them out.

Hopefully I won't disappoint.

Thank you for reviewing.

tdz.
i_fly_solo
Apr. 14th, 2010 06:30 am (UTC)
*is on the edge of seat* I LOVE your writing. Seriously. And the fact that you write Emily/JJ...well, you're pretty much excellent.
the_dark_zodiac
Apr. 14th, 2010 07:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D. I write a couple of others but lately it's E/JJ all the way.

Thank you for revieing.

tdz.
malexfaith
Apr. 18th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
Awwesome start. i cant wait to see where you take this. Thanks heaps for sharing
the_dark_zodiac
Apr. 18th, 2010 11:46 am (UTC)
Thank you. Hopefully I won't disappoint.

Thanks for reviewing.

tdz.
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