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whattingawhat) wrote2009-06-08 07:40 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2009-06-08 07:40 pm
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All you know of heroines is what you read[Sometimes we burn, sometimes we bleed]
[What the hell?]
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loveme_fearme for a storyline. She wanted to see the actual Hotch/Buffy interrogation. If Hotch sucks, I'm sorry
He was cute in an older guy sort of way and don’t even get her started on that. Or maybe it was just the thing to get her started on. She needed a distraction after all. Or he did. Something very distract-y.
“You know you’re cute. Not that I’m into older guys,” Buffy started. “Okay so who are we kidding? I’m so into older guys but honestly you’re way too young for me. And if you start purpling about my daddy issues, I’ll scream.”
She had been going to say she’d hit him in the face but she was pretty sure there was a law about threatening a federal agent. With three of them here, they were in enough trouble as it was. The FBI agent—Hotchner, she thought he’d said—was giving her the same perplexed look that was often permanently stuck on Giles’ face. Topic matter aside, this conversation was exactly where Buffy wanted it to be. He was trying to connect the pieces of the case with the ramble and make it all fit into some neat psychological puzzle…or at least that’s what she imagined he was trying to do. It was possible he was wondering how someone as dumb as Buffy appeared to be at the moment existed. He scribbled something in his notebook and then looked up at the blonde in question who was currently staring at the ceiling with her head tipped back. He was fairly certain he’d finally deduced something and there was a barely noticeable confidence in his expression.
Hotch knew Ms. Summers and Mr. Giles had a hand in running this place. He wasn’t certain what their relationship to the girls in question was right at the moment. He ran a couple of scenarios in his head before he spoke.
“Ms. Summers, you’re romantically involved with Mr. Giles then.”
She had mentioned daddy issues and none of the young girls involved had father’s present. They were girls that no one would miss and hadn’t until the cemetery grounds keeper had stumbled upon the bodies. At first he’d favored the brunette but he was beginning to like the idea of the blonde and t he British man as a pair.
“What?” Buffy’s face registered outright disgust and shock. “Ohmigod…ewww. So much ewww. I said older, not daddy. Not enough brain bleach in the world. Please, I never even got into that whole Flowers in the Attic thing because the incest scares me. How does she even do that? Get incestuous, young adult books published. Don’t you guys ban books like that?”
“The FBI is not responsible for banning books. That’s a decision and choice of several different organizations across the country, very few of them associated with the government. My team investigates serial murders. That’s what we’re here to do,” Hotch said, hoping to get her back on track.
“What about that Catcher in the Slaughterhouse book?”
There was that perplexed-edging-on-confused look again. It took him a moment to click all the pieces together. “Catcher in the Rye. Slaughterhouse Five is by Kurt Vonnegut and a completely different book not associated with-“ he stopped and exhaled noisily through his nose then pinched the bridge of it. Internally Buffy was doing the ‘oh yeah’ dance because if Hotch had glasses, he would be cleaning them right now.
“You’re like a Giles except younger and cuter,” Buffy beamed at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. If she had a lollipop she’d be sucking it right now as it was, she actually twirled her hair around her finger. Buffy was pretty sure she was topping out on the dumb blonde meter.
“Ms. Summers, if we could get back on track. What were all these young women doing here?”
Buffy gave him a blank look and shook her head. “They didn’t have any other place to go. Besides, haven’t you heard the song?”
The eyebrows shooting up toward his hairline were enough to make her launch into singing, sans arm movements.
“It’s fun to stay at the YMCA…”
She was certain that would be his breaking point but this guy was made of stronger stuff than she’d anticipated. He would have made an excellent watcher under other circumstances…obviously those circumstances being not questioning her for mass murder. Or maybe it was just serial murder. At what point did one start to consider it mass? She opened her mouth to ask the question and he jumped in.
“Four girls have been murdered in a matter of weeks. One major common factor that you should be concerned about right now is that they all stayed here for a time. I hardly think this is the time for jokes.”
The dumb blonde act dropped like the blade of a guillotine. In its place, Buffy was cold, hard and thoroughly the General. For a moment, she thought that he might prefer the dumb blonde from the flinch of surprise on his face.
“I care about those girls. I know every single one of them. I ate with them, lived with them and hoped for them. I care more about finding who did this than you will ever care about anything in your entire life.”
“That’s a bold assumption, Ms. Summers.”
“Yeah well…I’m feeling cocky today,” Buffy rolled her eyes. She leaned forward on the table between them. “You won’t find your answers here because we don’t have answers we can give you. I wish you the best of luck, Agent Hotchner but I’ve helped all that I can.”
It wasn’t her words that made him believe her. It was the tone of her voice, her expression and the set of her shoulders. He nodded and stood up, reaching in his suit jacket for a card. He laid it on the table in front of her.
“If you think of anything at all that can help us, give us a call. We’ll be in town for a while.”
Buffy picked the card up and nodded. She wanted to tell him to be afraid of the dark, to stay in the light and wear a cross but he wouldn’t believe her and she’d only end up locked in a padded room. “You can show yourself out,” she said as she got to her feet. She could find the person who did this and she was going to.
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loveme_fearme for a storyline. She wanted to see the actual Hotch/Buffy interrogation. If Hotch sucks, I'm sorryHe was cute in an older guy sort of way and don’t even get her started on that. Or maybe it was just the thing to get her started on. She needed a distraction after all. Or he did. Something very distract-y.
“You know you’re cute. Not that I’m into older guys,” Buffy started. “Okay so who are we kidding? I’m so into older guys but honestly you’re way too young for me. And if you start purpling about my daddy issues, I’ll scream.”
She had been going to say she’d hit him in the face but she was pretty sure there was a law about threatening a federal agent. With three of them here, they were in enough trouble as it was. The FBI agent—Hotchner, she thought he’d said—was giving her the same perplexed look that was often permanently stuck on Giles’ face. Topic matter aside, this conversation was exactly where Buffy wanted it to be. He was trying to connect the pieces of the case with the ramble and make it all fit into some neat psychological puzzle…or at least that’s what she imagined he was trying to do. It was possible he was wondering how someone as dumb as Buffy appeared to be at the moment existed. He scribbled something in his notebook and then looked up at the blonde in question who was currently staring at the ceiling with her head tipped back. He was fairly certain he’d finally deduced something and there was a barely noticeable confidence in his expression.
Hotch knew Ms. Summers and Mr. Giles had a hand in running this place. He wasn’t certain what their relationship to the girls in question was right at the moment. He ran a couple of scenarios in his head before he spoke.
“Ms. Summers, you’re romantically involved with Mr. Giles then.”
She had mentioned daddy issues and none of the young girls involved had father’s present. They were girls that no one would miss and hadn’t until the cemetery grounds keeper had stumbled upon the bodies. At first he’d favored the brunette but he was beginning to like the idea of the blonde and t he British man as a pair.
“What?” Buffy’s face registered outright disgust and shock. “Ohmigod…ewww. So much ewww. I said older, not daddy. Not enough brain bleach in the world. Please, I never even got into that whole Flowers in the Attic thing because the incest scares me. How does she even do that? Get incestuous, young adult books published. Don’t you guys ban books like that?”
“The FBI is not responsible for banning books. That’s a decision and choice of several different organizations across the country, very few of them associated with the government. My team investigates serial murders. That’s what we’re here to do,” Hotch said, hoping to get her back on track.
“What about that Catcher in the Slaughterhouse book?”
There was that perplexed-edging-on-confused look again. It took him a moment to click all the pieces together. “Catcher in the Rye. Slaughterhouse Five is by Kurt Vonnegut and a completely different book not associated with-“ he stopped and exhaled noisily through his nose then pinched the bridge of it. Internally Buffy was doing the ‘oh yeah’ dance because if Hotch had glasses, he would be cleaning them right now.
“You’re like a Giles except younger and cuter,” Buffy beamed at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. If she had a lollipop she’d be sucking it right now as it was, she actually twirled her hair around her finger. Buffy was pretty sure she was topping out on the dumb blonde meter.
“Ms. Summers, if we could get back on track. What were all these young women doing here?”
Buffy gave him a blank look and shook her head. “They didn’t have any other place to go. Besides, haven’t you heard the song?”
The eyebrows shooting up toward his hairline were enough to make her launch into singing, sans arm movements.
“It’s fun to stay at the YMCA…”
She was certain that would be his breaking point but this guy was made of stronger stuff than she’d anticipated. He would have made an excellent watcher under other circumstances…obviously those circumstances being not questioning her for mass murder. Or maybe it was just serial murder. At what point did one start to consider it mass? She opened her mouth to ask the question and he jumped in.
“Four girls have been murdered in a matter of weeks. One major common factor that you should be concerned about right now is that they all stayed here for a time. I hardly think this is the time for jokes.”
The dumb blonde act dropped like the blade of a guillotine. In its place, Buffy was cold, hard and thoroughly the General. For a moment, she thought that he might prefer the dumb blonde from the flinch of surprise on his face.
“I care about those girls. I know every single one of them. I ate with them, lived with them and hoped for them. I care more about finding who did this than you will ever care about anything in your entire life.”
“That’s a bold assumption, Ms. Summers.”
“Yeah well…I’m feeling cocky today,” Buffy rolled her eyes. She leaned forward on the table between them. “You won’t find your answers here because we don’t have answers we can give you. I wish you the best of luck, Agent Hotchner but I’ve helped all that I can.”
It wasn’t her words that made him believe her. It was the tone of her voice, her expression and the set of her shoulders. He nodded and stood up, reaching in his suit jacket for a card. He laid it on the table in front of her.
“If you think of anything at all that can help us, give us a call. We’ll be in town for a while.”
Buffy picked the card up and nodded. She wanted to tell him to be afraid of the dark, to stay in the light and wear a cross but he wouldn’t believe her and she’d only end up locked in a padded room. “You can show yourself out,” she said as she got to her feet. She could find the person who did this and she was going to.