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Criminally Yours	By : Demonized Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 1340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seth has to let go of Spencer so that they can get into the limousine, Nan shooting them a cross look the entire time. He ducks into the vehicle after sending the woman a glare of his own, only to be met with the inquisitive gazes of two more strangers seated inside. Seth automatically wraps an arm around Spencer, an untrusting scowl on his face.
Nan joins them seconds later, only to freeze up at the presence of the strangers. She is quick to recover, however. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in here? This vehicle is-"
"Property of the Authority. Yes, I am quite aware of that, Miss Flanagan," the male stranger states in a droll tone, giving a roll of his hazel eyes. "You are in the presence of someone much older than you, Miss Flanagan, have some respect," he orders, drawing a snicker from the female beside him.
Nan's gaze snaps to the female stranger, her lips pressing into a thin line. It looks like she is holding something back, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Spencer, meanwhile, has been observing the two strangers. The male possibly stands at six foot one, his build muscular and his skin a deep tan. His hair is dark brown and cut into a mohawk, but instead of keeping it styled in spikes it is partially braided and slicked back. The girl beside him is five foot five, with a curvy body and sun-kissed golden skin. Her hair is long and golden blonde while her eyes are a baby blue. "If you don't mind my asking, what is the Authority?" he finally asks, breaking the short silence.
"They aren't important right now. Right now, we should be introducing ourselves to one another." The girl has a strong southern accent when she speaks, though her voice is soft and gentle. "I'm Sookie Stackhouse, a…waitress from Bon Temps, Louisiana." She gives them a brilliant smile despite the obvious pause in her introduction.
"Kyrios Stavros, mentor to Miss Stackhouse," the male says, at which a pained look crosses Nan's face. This man is someone important if her reaction to his name is anything to go by.
"My lord, I had no idea…" Nan begins in a near simpering tone, only to be cut off with a sharp look from Kyrios.
"Spencer Reid, a Probationary Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Behavioral Analysis Unit." Spencer presses up against Seth, who remains silent and scowling at everyone around them. "And this is Seth Gecko, a, uh, wanted criminal."
"Don't worry 'bout that. Why don't you tell us, meaning me and Kyrios, about what happened to y'all?" Sookie shifts forwards in her seat, her hands folding in her lap while she looks from Spencer to Seth.
"What do you mean 'Don't worry 'bout that'? He just told you I'm a wanted criminal and you brush it off like it's nothing?" Seth growls faintly as he speaks, his arm tightening around Spencer slightly.
"There is no need to be hostile, Gecko," Kyrios says in a low tone, an edge of warning in his voice. "We don't care if you're a wanted criminal or not. We aren't here to judge you on that. What we do need to know is what happened to you so that we can best decide on what to do with you and your lover."
"But the Council…" Nan's voice is strained as she interrupts, her composure gone.
"Answers to me. I will decide what is to be done with them once we have confirmed what happened to them." Kyrios almost sounds haughty, but Nan doesn't argue with him. He is definitely someone of great importance. "Now, where and when does this all start?"
"That would be when Seth's brother Richard broke him out of police custody." Spencer finally speaks up again, looking quite relaxed as he leans against Seth. As he starts explaining everything from the BAU's side of things, Kyrios leans towards the partition and raps on the tinted glass. The limousine starts moving, taking them to a place that only Kyrios and Sookie seem to know of.
May 20th, 2004
They have finally finished up the paperwork for the Blue Ridge Strangler case, the Unsub Brian Matloff in a coma due to an accident that had occurred when he tried to flee. Derek Morgan, a Supervisory Special Agent for the BAU, is off to the side with Penelope Garcia, a tech analyst, chatting about something he can't pick up on the details of. Aaron Hotchner—the Unit Chief and another SSA—is holed up in his office, checking over said paperwork before it is to be turned in. Elle Greenaway, also an SSA, is seated at her assigned cubicle, a pen to a pad of paper. Finally, Jason Gideon, a veteran SSA, and friend to Spencer, is in his own office with the door shut tight and the blinds closed.
Spencer is at his own assigned cubicle, poring over a new book he had picked up on the way back to Virginia. Despite being able to read twenty thousand words a minute and having an eidetic memory, he likes to take his time when there isn't a rush to solve something for a case. The book is absolutely interesting, and as absorbed in it as he is he picks up the distinct clicking of one Jeniffer "JJ" Jareau's heels approaching. JJ is their communications liaison, and the person responsible for handing out the various cases they receive. He glances up from his book to find a deep frown marring JJ's face. She carries no folders with her, which is unusual.
"Everyone meet in the conference room," JJ calls out as she makes her way to Hotch's office. She sticks her head in through the open door to collect their Unit Chief and then makes her way over to Gideon's office.
Spencer closes his book and slips it into the drawer of his desk before he gets up and follows the other team members into the conference room. He takes a seat at the table there just as Hotch and Gideon make their way into the room, with JJ close on their heels.
"We've just received word from Wichita that Seth Gecko has been broken out of police custody. They have confirmed that the escape was organized by his younger brother, Richard. Four officers were killed in their escape, as well as a civilian woman." JJ speaks quickly, as the matter is more than urgent. This is a rare case where they already know who their suspects are, but they have to act quickly. Seth Gecko had been sent to prison for the murder of two officers during a heist gone wrong.
"Okay, Garcia, start digging for information on Seth and Richard Gecko. Team, wheels up ASAP, we're going to Kansas," Hotchner orders, sending the team into a flurry of movement.
Spencer is one of the last to leave the conference room, a frown marring his face as something stirs in his memories. He brushes it aside after a moment of careful consideration, then goes over to his desk to grab his travel bag. He also grabs his book, with the intention to finish it on the way back to Quantico, once the Gecko brothers are caught.
"Haven't you finished that yet, pretty boy?" Morgan asks as he falls into beside Spencer on the way to the elevator.
"I was taking my time reading it." Spencer tucks the book into his travel bag then glances at Morgan. "I'll finish it on the plane ride back."
"I forgot you can read insanely fast." Morgan gives a slight chuckle and shakes his head. The elevator door slides open and they all shuffle into the elevator.
Meanwhile, in Kansas…
Seth lets out a whoop as he floors the gas to the black 1968 Mercury Cougar XR-7 his baby brother had managed to snag. The plates have already been switched out to give them some time to get away from the police that is most likely furiously searching for both of them. "I can't believe you fucking did it, Richie, you son of a bitch!"
"It wasn't that hard to do, Seth," Richie mutters under his breath from the passenger seat, his gaze out on the passing fields. "All that fucking time you spent in there, and you didn't do a goddamn thing besides play dominoes."
"Are you still sulking over that? What did you expect me to do with my time there?" Seth shoots a scowl in Richard's direction, his mood is effectively ruined due to his brother's attitude. "I'm a professional thief, Richie. I don't need degrees; I have no use for them." Are they honestly going to argue over this? He is finally free and Richard wants to argue over how he had spent his time for the past eight years. "You got me out. That's cause to celebrate, Richie."
Richie remains silent, making it obvious that he is ignoring Seth now.
This draws a sigh of exasperation from Seth, and he pulls over to the side of the road. "Look, you're the one with the brains, Richie. You know that, and so do I. I shouldn't have tried to pull that last heist without you, but you were being fucking unbearable. What happened is in the past, Richie, and we've got nothing but the future ahead of us." It's not all a lie. Richard has always been the brains behind their jobs, but the painful truth is that all of their contacts hate Richard, and they hate Richard's predilections. They are in it to score big money. Richard likes to rape and murder women. Seth hates Richard's predilections too, but he does little more than clean up Richard's messes if he isn't able to prevent them.
"I was being unbearable?!" Richard's voice pitches upwards, his tone nearly accusatory as he finally turns to glare at Seth.
"Richie…" There is a note of warning in Seth's tone as he meets Richard's gaze, his hands tightening around the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles go white. Richard really is doing this. "Goddamn right, you were being fucking unbearable! I was constantly cleaning up after you, and trying to keep both of us out of prison, and I got sick of it! So yeah, I fucked up!. I made a stupid decision that wasted eight years. Eight fucking years we could have spent building up a fortune and be retired by now." They can still do it. One last big score and then hightail it out of the States. "Let's do one last job, Richie, just you and me, and we get ourselves set for life."
Richie stares at him, his expression pretty much unreadable, for a long moment. He seems to be contemplating the sudden idea of doing one last job, instead of dwelling on the rather sensitive subject they have just been arguing about. Flipping the whole matter onto himself, saying that it had been his own mess up—which it kind of was—and then putting out the idea of a final job looks like it is working. "One last job," Richard says slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "I have something in mind."
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