79. Um... Oops?

Reid spills... AND DUKE APPEARS~

*In Haven, Maine*

 

*We’re walking down to the docks, with me in the lead. We’re almost there when Hotch’s cell rings with a text*

 

Hotchner: *as Reid and I circle around him, to rudely read the text over his shoulder* Gideon says that he and Megan are on their way to the crime scene of the second victim. They’re going to compare it to the first crime scene. See if he got sloppier, cleaner, et cetra.

 

Reid: OF COURSE Gideon and Megan are together.

 

Me: *hisses, elbowing him* REID.

 

Reid: They’re probably making out in the corner. *which they are…*

 

Me: REID!

 

Hotchner: Whatever do you mean?

 

Reid: They’re to-- OW! *I practically push him over*

 

Hotchner: They’re together?

 

Reid: Oh… Um… Oops?

 

Me: Great job, Reid. Now they’re going to get kicked off the team.

 

Hotchner: You didn’t tell me?

 

Me: I didn’t want them to get in, childishly, trouble.

 

Hotchner: They’re… together?

 

Reid: Not exactly.

 

Me: We found them making out in a closet.

 

Hotchner: Since when they were stuck in a grave together, I thought it was just they trusted one another the most out of everyone on the team. Besides, well, Megan to you guys and Gideon to me. I NEVER, in a million years, imagined they’d be… together.

 

Me: They are.

 

Reid: Believe me, I have an eidetic memory.

 

Hotchner: I’m so sorry.

 

Me: I KNOW YOU ARE.

 

Hotchner: I don’t know what to do about this…

 

Me: PLEASE. Don’t kick Gideon and Meg off the team.

 

Hotchner: I don’t know how we’re going to keep it from Strauss.

 

Me: Well, the only reason you found out is because of Reid’s mouth. *glares at

him*

 

Reid: Well sor-ry.

 

Me: YOU SHOULD BE.

 

Hotchner: True. Maybe if they keep this hidden, it will make it past her.

 

Me: YOU MEAN IT?!

 

Hotchner: Well duh, they’re my friends too.

 

Me: I LOVE YOU HOTCHY. *hugs him tightly*

 

Hotchner: Olivia… Can’t… Breathe…

 

Me: Oh, sorry. *pulls away*

 

Reid: Let’s go to the docks.

 

*We arrive at the docks. A guy with black hair is there, carrying a package to another restaurant. I recognize him immediately*

 

Me: THAT’S DUKE.

 

Reid: Who?

 

Me: DUKE IS OUR BLACK HAIRED MENACE. I shoulda known.

 

Hotchner: Who’s Duke?

 

Me: Duke Crocker. He’s, like, the town illegal goods seller. But he’s amazing.

 

Reid: You think everyone’s amazing.

 

Hotchner: And everything.

 

Me: Especially you, Hotchy.

 

Hotchner: … *holds his head with one hand*

 

Reid: Should we interview him?

 

Me: He’s good friends with Chief Wuornos and Agent Parker. Maybe we should just be like, “Hey, you know that guy who turned into a wolf yesterday? Who was he?” but not so forward.

 

Reid: Great idea. You can do it.

 

Me: Me?!

 

Hotchner: You’re the one coming up with all the ideas.

 

Reid: So you are the only one who knows how to act them out.

 

Hotchner: Therefore, you’re the perfect person to do it.

 

Reid: So let’s go! *literally pushes me into Duke*

 

Duke: Hey, man, what the hell! *drops his box*

 

Me: Oh my God! I’m so sorry! *helps him pick up the box*

 

Duke: Just… Watch where you’re going next time, will you?

 

Me: Yeah, yeah… *I look over at Reid and Hotch, who gesture for me to talk to him* Um… You’re Duke Crocker right?

 

Duke: Who’s asking?

 

Me: Just me.

 

Duke: And you are?

 

Me: Um, Olivia. Olivia Smith. I wanted to ask you a question about a fight you had a couple of days ago.

 

Duke: You’re going to have to pay.

 

Me: …In what?

 

Duke: In money, lovely.

 

Me: …What if I told you that I knew how you died, and I knew how you could fix it?

 

Duke: …How do I die?

 

Me: The guy with the tattoo or whatnot.

 

Duke: *fixes his position so he’s closer to me* How did you know that?

 

Me: I, um, kind of know things.

 

Duke: A trouble?

 

Me: No, no. I have inside information.

 

Duke: From who, d****t?

 

Me: That’s, ah, classified.

 

Duke: *frustrated sigh* Suit yourself. How can I fix it?

 

Me: Ah, that’s where you come in. An answer for an answer.

 

Duke: You want to know about the Wolf guy?

 

Me: Yessir.

 

Duke: His name’s Brandon Grant. He lives just up the hill there. He hasn’t come out of his house since the fight. Apparently he’s some kind of illegal goods collector, which I happen to supply. Now, tell me how to fix it.

 

Me: Get a lantern, and the old box you found in the shop. Or rather, you STOLE from the shop. Then, MAGIC.

 

Duke: Magic? What?

 

Me: Thanks for the information. *skips over to Hotch and Reid, whom are staring at me incredulously*

 

Me: Let’s go~

Author's Note

I hope/pray/amcrossingmyfingers that I got Duke at least a bit right. He's tricky, so please tell me if I'm at least close. I JUST GOT THE BEST IDEA FOR THE NEXT CASE!!!!!!!!! You'll have to wait and see what it is, thought... :3

You know I only do it because I love y'all.

Reviews

[Roxi L]

ahhh reading on!

Writing keeps the dream alive
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[Some Random Person.]

Duke's hilarious.

[Aurora Lynn]

You got Duke PERFECT. Absolutely perfect. And I know what the next idea is~ *makes everyone else jealous* BWHAHAHAHAHA

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YAY
I FEEEELLLL LOVED

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Of course you love us :3
And yes, Duke is perfect.
Now you're pulling the Classifed/Spoilers thing on meeee. NOT COOL.
I HATE TYPING ON THE WII. IT SUCKS AND TAKES TOO LONG. :P