North Mammon Pt. 2

Once we all returned inside, Hotch and Morgan went to ask Brooke a few questions. I stayed in the lobby of the Police Department keeping an eye on the parents along with Reid. Gill walks up to us and puts his hands to his sides.

"Agent Del la Cruz, when you said we all grew up together, something struck me. We all played football together. Don, Pete, even the sherif. We were all on the last championship football team" he explains to me. And suddenly it all clicks.

"The championship game is tonight" I say staring at the 1984 football team photo on the wall. I take it off and walk straight to the private room, not even bothering to knock.

"Agent Del la Cruz you were authorized to watch the parents." Hotch tells me as he twists his back to look at me. I nod politely and put on my gentlest voice.

"Hotch do you mind if I..."

"Go ahead." He says motioning me to take his seat as he begins to stand. I gently take my seat in front of Polly and slide all my weight to my crossed arms as I lean closer to her over the desk.

"Hey Polly. My names Isla. When I was in high school I was kinda like you. Good girl, always did her homework, I was even on a team. Not soccer though, volleyball. I got into a college with the help of my sports and academic scholarships, definitely not a school as great as Pennstate. Your mom is so proud of you, you know that?" I ask her in almost a whisper.

A single tear falls from her eye as I continue. "She carried your picture allll the way to Virginia so the team and I could help find you. She was so determined, I saw her in the elevator with me. I know a face of a person who wouldn't take no for an answer. So whatever happened these last few days, no matter what. All of this..." I say motioning to the room and the agents. "Will all be just a memory one day. But at the end of the day you'll know you have a mom that loves you more than anything." I tell her giving her a small smile.

"Is it okay if I show you a photo Polly? All you have to do is look at the men in it and point at who did this to you." She nods softly and wipes her eyes with the back of her frail hand. I give her an incouraging smile before grabbing the picture frame that's upside down, and turning it so she can see it. She lets out a small sob as her eyes travel along the rows of men in the picture.

She slowly looks up at us and lets out a few sobs before opening her trembling mouth to speak.

"He made us...choose. H-he threw us in a cold room and t-told us that we had to kill one out of the t-three of us. And that we had to c-choose." She says unable to control her tears and shaky voice.

"Who did?" I ask. She rolls her lips into her mouth and points a shaky finger to the man who did this to her and her friends.

Morgan tenses and puts a hand on the back of my chair leaning on it, and I knew exactly why. It was the garbage man...

"Good job Polly." I tell her as I give the frame to Hotch. I hear Morgan whisper who the unsub is into Hotches ear, and he soon gets up and leaves the room. Morgan following after him, not until giving Polly a small thankful smile.

"I'm gonna call your mom in Polly." I tell her before patting her trembling hand softly and following Morgan, signaling at JJ to bring Polly her mother.

I walk up to where the sherif, Gideon, and Morgan are standing.

"Marcus Younger. He was the star of our team before he blew his knee out in the first quarter of the championship. He lost fullride scholarship to Notre Dame." The sherif explains.

"That's the turning point." I say right before Gideon asks, "do you know where he lives?"

He nods yes and motions for us to follow him. We all shrug on a bulletproof 'FBI' vest before jumping into a police van, and speeding towards his address. Morgan, Gideon, and I hop out of the van and run into the house holding our guns out. The rest of the police following right behind us.

Morgan kicks the front door off it's hinges so the sherif and I can go in first taking different sections of the house. A 'clear' is heard from the second floor, kitchen, and all bathrooms.

"Guys there's a storm cellar outside." I tell the team as we all head to the backyard. Two cops bust open the lock, opening the doors for Morgan to go in first.

We all wait at the top until we hear Morgan yell. "Don't move!"

"I got him!" He yells back up. I start the pursuit down the old wooden stairs, Gideon close behind me.

"FBI."

"I never touched her." Marcus says from his sitting position on the cold bloody cement floor. We all point our guns at him before Morgan instructs him to put his hands up. He cockily lifts up his hands with a smirk on his face.

"I never hurt them. I never even came into the room Jeff." He says to the sheriff. I slowly walk towards Kelly's body checking her pulse.

Nothing

"They did this. Brooke and Polly. All I did was show them who they really are, what they were truely capable of. People pretend to be decent. But when it came down to it, they uh...they reacted just the way I knew they would. They turned on each other. Just like when I got hurt. You all couldn't wait to run over me, to take my position, to take my life..." he speaks his voice breaking slightly.

"And to forget about me." He says staring directly at the sherif. Morgan loses his patience and walks towards him, gun still drawn.

"I'm not gonna tell you again Marcus. Get up!" And so he does.

"You don't know what it's like Jeff. You all have lives, and I just clean up after you. Now you have to clean up after me." He says smiling at the sherif while Morgan cuffs him.

"Get him out of here." Gideon says with venom in his voice.

"Let's go." Morgan says as he pushes Marcus to walk. As he approaches the small entry way Marcus looks me up and down before smiling at me, licking his lips softly. I scowl at him while Morgan kicks the back of his knees making him crouch underneath th small door. I give one last look at Kelly's lifeless body on the ground before placing my gun back in its holster and leaving through the same small door after the sherif. Leaving a crouched Gideon next to Kelly.

We all pack our things, (me having nothing to pack), and make our way to the jet. I fall into a leather seat and sigh feeling the days weight on my shoulders. I crack my neck and slide my legs onto the seat in front of me. Everyone piles onto the plane but it doesn't matter to me. I close my eyes and lean my head back onto the headless plane seat.

I feel my legs lift and be placed back down, so I peak a tired eye open to see Morgan sitting in front of me with my legs on his lap.

"Good first day mama." He says with a small tired smile on his face as he pats my leg twice.

"Thank you." I whisper shifting farther into the seats closing my eyes and drifting into a dreamless sleep. The last thing sensed being Morgan's hands slightly drawing circles on my ankle and his soft snores.

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I make my way to my car across the street from the bureau and slouch in my seat, tired from the eventful day. I slowly start the car and drive to my one bedroom apartment thirty minutes away. Once I get into my dimly lit apartment I unzip my boots and take off my holster as I shuffle towards my room, hanging it on the back of my door. I slide off my dress pants and turtleneck before flopping onto my bed, tucking my gun underneath my other pillow. I slide myself under the covers, makeup and all, and slip into a needed deep sleep.

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I wake up from the sparkling sun that peaks through my wooden shades of my window, making its way to blind me. I turn my head slightly to the side squinting my blurry eyesight to my clock. It reads 9am and a small smile forms onto my lips. I deepen myself into the warm blankets letting out a happy breath since it's Saturday.

No work today.

I reclose my eyes and try to fall back to sleep. Until small whisperlike voices are heard from my living room. I shoot up in bed, my covers slowly undoing themselves until they only cover my tanned legs. I listen intently at the voices before creeping out of bed, being thankful I have tiled floors and not old creaky wood ones. I slowly slide my hand under my soft pillow and grab my gun, turning the safety off.

The brisk air that surround my almost completely naked body, besides my bra and underwater, leave goosebumps on my skin. As I walk closer to my door, I see that it's opened an inch. Gripping my gun tight, I swiftly open the door and point it at my couch when I see a figure sitting on it.

I peer closer and lunge in front of it yelling, "FBI put your hand where I can see them."

"Nice white undies Isla." My sister comments as she eats a pop tart watching an episode of CSI.

I let out a sigh and put the safety of my gun back on and throw it on the couch.

"Hey, hey, careful would you." She says inching farther away from my gun. "What the hell are you doing here Laura?" I ask her as I turn off the T.V.

"Hey I was watching that." she says while pouting."Tuff, what are you doing here? Does mom know?" I ask as I flop down next to her, laying down face first on her lap. "We got in an argument again." she reply's sighing and taking a bite out of one of my pop tarts. "Over?" I ask while I dig for whatever is under me that's causing me discomfort. Once I find it I bring it over my shoulder so I can see what it is.

My gun

I place it on the floor with a thud as I listen to Laura's explanation. "I just wanted to know more on my birth parents. But she keeps turning me down saying 'why do I care?'" She says mocking my adoptive mothers voice. "Why do you care?" I ask letting out a yawn and glancing up at her from her lap. "You never wondered?" she asks looking down at me. I purse my lips and shake my head. "I didn't need to wonder, I knew my birth parents." I say as I play with the ends of her yellow shirt. "You never told me that.""Cause you're a baby, kiddo" I say while pushing myself up, off her lap."Isla I'm 17 not a baby." she states looking at my slouched position. "Exactly kiddo, be a kid for as long as possible. Cause trust me being a grownup sucks ass." I say as I push my self off my white couch.

She playfully smacks my rear at my comment and I give her the finger as I make my way back to my room to put on some clothes.

I reach into my closet and pull out whatever comes out. A self cropped loose t-shirt and baggy black sweatpants. Making my way back to my living room I take my hair out from its ponytail and let it sit naturally.

"Your phone keeps buzzing. It's disturbing my CSI." She yells from the couch. I sprint towards where she is and jump over the couch to grab my phone, seeing if a new case arose.

"Goddamn, would you chill. It's too early for some parkcore." She tells me but I shush her and search for my phone under the pillows. "It's right there." she says pointing to the coffee table. I grab it and shuffle through the messages pouring in by unknown numbers. "Who is it?" she asks not taking her eyes off my T.V. "I guess the team I'm in. They're talking about going out tomorrow night if we don't get assigned a case." I explain to her as I scroll down the massive amounts of texts. "See this is why I'll never be FBI. Always waiting for a new case at any hour of the day. I don't know how you do it sis." She says shaking her head. "I mean look at you. You're 25 years old and you look like a raccoon with those eye bags." she says teasing me. I roll my eyes and text back in the group chat that I'm in for going out. "I forgot to take my makeup off last night, that's probably why." I say looking at her. She licks her finger and swipes it under my eyes. While retreating it she stares at her clean thumb. "I rest my case." she says showing me her thumb. I scowl and rub my eye with my hand. "That was nasty Laura. Never do that again." I say getting up from the couch.

I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee before yelling at Laura to call our mother.

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The case has finally been solved. A small interaction was made between Morgan and Isla, I promise more in the next chapter. Some backstory on Isla was also made, along with a new character, Laura (her sister). And mention of her mother and birth parents. Word count: 2402