Top Notch Agent ; A Criminal Minds Fanfic

Derailed

Y/n's POV

"Mm. Brody," I breathe out as Brody attacked my neck with kisses.

"What? You like that?" Brody questioned.

"You know I do," I reply. Brody smiled and attached his lips to mine, his hands trailing down the bare skin of my sides. A minute or two before this, I was trying to make breakfast, but as soon as Brody left the bedroom without a shirt on, all bets were off. That's why I was currently sitting on the kitchen counter with no shirt or pants on. I hummed against his lips and tangled my hands in his hair, but I was cut short when my phone buzzed in the living room.

"Ugh," Brody groaned and pulled away from me. "Why does this always happen when we're making out?"

"Who said it's work? It could be someone else," I suggest.

"Y/n, it's most definitely work," Brody stated.

"I know," I declare and hop off the counter, grabbing my clothes off of the floor. Once I checked the text and was confirmed that it was work, I headed back into the bedroom and through on some clothes. Grabbing my things, I walked over to Brody and kissed him quickly. "Talk to ya later." At the BAU, I met up with everyone else in the conference room to go over the case. Everyone was present except for Elle, which was odd.

"Okay, this is from one of the security cameras inside the train. 5 hostages in a car stopped on the tracks. We have one security guard dead from the initial gun fire," JJ informed us. 

"Is this going on right now?" Spencer asked and gestured to the video footage on the screen. 

"Yeah, in west Texas," JJ responded. 

"And why are they asking for us?" Derek quizzed. 

"There is a particular psychological aspect of the hostage taker, which we're especially equipped to handle," Hotch answered. 

"He's got tardive dyskinesia," Spencer noted. "Severe facial tics. The kind that develop after years of taking anti-psychotic medication." 

"Wait a minute. A train in Texas. My god! Elle!" Gideon exclaimed and pointed to the footage, where I could clearly see my fellow co-worker sitting in one of the seats.

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"Okay, this is ridiculous," I complain. "I'm practically sitting on top of Spencer." We had all piled into a car to get to the train, but it wasn't big enough for all of us. I was squished in the back with Gideon, JJ, and Spencer. And to make things work, I was half in a seat, half on Spencer's lap. Well, mostly on Spencer's lap.

"I'm sure Pretty Boy's fine with it," David commented. 

I flushed a deep shade of red and crossed my arms over my chest. "I hate you all."

"Local authorities have the train surrounded. The bureau, hostage rescue teams and snipers are in position, but they are hesitant to take actions until the negotiation is exhausted. The feeds from the train's two video cameras are being routed to monitors on a mobile command center that the local bureau office brought in," JJ disclosed. 

"We need to know who on that train is going to be a help and who's gonna be a problem," Hotch proclaimed. 

"All right, let me get Garcia to work some magic on those video feeds," Derek said. We finally made it to the train stop, and as soon as the car came to a stop, I opened the car door and climbed off of Spencer.

"Thank god that's over," I mutter as Spencer climbed out after me.

"It didn't bother me too much," Spencer confessed.