8. Rassilon?

The President of the time Lords is a CREEPER. Justsoyouknow.

*In Quantico*

 

*Hotchner, Reid, Gideon and I are staring at the tied up, interrogated Gunman. He’s struggling against his ropes. This was my idea*

 

Gideon: Is this really necessary?

 

Me: YES.

 

Hotchner: Err… What’s this going to do?

 

Me: It’s going to make him sweat. *turns to Gideon* Isn’t that your policy? Make them sweat?

 

Gideon: Well it’s not really my “policy”…

 

Me: Why not?

 

Gideon: Sometimes people explode if you make them sweat.

 

Me: LITERALLY? *grins*

 

Hotchner: No, not really.

 

Reid: Actually, if someone is put under enough mental pressure, then they could actually explode.

 

Me: NIIIICE.

 

Hotchner: No, not NIIIIIICE! *mimics me at “nice”* That’s BAD, Olivia! Do you understand BAD?!

 

Me: DUH.

 

Reid: She does, because she’s badass.

 

Me: Thank you Reid~

 

Reid: You know what? You’re welcome.

 

Hotchner: …You okay Reid?

 

Reid: Yes, why?

 

Hotchner: That was very uncharacteristic of you.

 

Me: NOBODY CARES HE CALLED ME BADASS.

 

Hotchner: …

 

Gunman: LET ME THE FRICK GOOOO.

 

Me: TELL IT TO RASSILON!

 

Hotchner, Reid and Gideon: Rassilon?

 

Me: Megan’s uncle. President of the Time Lords.

 

Gideon: Time Lords?

 

Me: …That’s classified.

 

Reid: Should we untie him?

 

Hotchner: *folds his arms* Maybe we should--

 

Me: LET HIM SWEAT. *grins maliciously*

 

Gideon: …You’re having WAY too much fun with this.

 

Me: SO RASSILONING WHAT?!

 

Gideon: Who is this Rassilon?

 

Me: I told you. He’s--

 

Gideon: Let me get this straight: when you’ve already told me someone’s name, and I ask again who he is, I mean who is he to society. Not for you to repeat what you’ve already told me.

 

Me: Oh.

 

Hotchner: So, who is he?

 

Me: A freaky, weird, stalker, old man.

 

Gideon: ARE YOU TARGETING OLD PEOPLE?!

 

Me: No, Jesus, Gideon.

 

Hotchner: Gideon, go try talking to--

 

Me: NOOO I WANT TO GO.

 

Gideon: Well…

 

Reid: It’s worth a try…

 

Me: *turns to Hotch* PRETTY PLEASE? *puppy dog eyes*

 

Hotchner: …Oh all right.

 

Me: *punches air* I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON WHY I LOVE YOU!

 

Hotchner: *sighs, putting his head in one hand*

 

Me: *skips in and shuts the door behind me*

 

Gunman: *sees me* Oh God… Where’s Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon?

 

Me: Potty break.

 

Gideon: *outside* SO not true.

 

Gunman: In the middle of an interrogation?

 

Me: Apparently so. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Just ask Jocelyn.

 

Gunman: *stares in absolute confusion as to why I’m so strange*

 

Me: Any-who, I’m his fill in. Now, *slams palms down on table* *Gunman jumps a foot at least* what form of torture should I start with?

 

Gunman: T-torture?

 

Me: It was my idea to tie you up, Bozo the Clown. Time for a little taste of payback.

 

Gunman: Please! I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING!

 

Me: Why did you need the money?

 

Gunman: I’m a greedy son of a b***h!

 

Me: *grins* You got that right.

 

Gunman: LOCK ME UP! PLEASE! JUST DON’T TOUCH ME!

 

Me: Wish granted~ *skips out, past the gaping mouths of Gideon, Hotchner and Reid*

　

Author's Note

SO. MUCH. FUN. TO. WRITEE.

Reviews

[Sarah E. Pearson]

-rereads and implodes laughing-

[Sarah E. Pearson]

F*****G AMAZING AS ANYTHING EVER!!!!!

[Roxi L]

Hahahahahahaha

[Kiri Nells]

You f*****g spaz! XD

[~goh~]

MERRMERRMERR
Awesone story dialogue thing XD

[Short.Nerd]

I love it. :D

[Aurora Lynn]

INSANITY!
Good insanity though. Very good.
AND JACK WASN'T IN THIS ONE! YAY~!