PHSYCO KILLER [A Criminal Minds FanFic]

Chapter Two: Interrogation

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The room was dark and dim only lit by a dangling light bulb in the center of the room, although the light bulb wasn't great Considering the corners of the room were still a black abyss.

I sat there tapping my fingers on the desk impatiently, staring at the mirror. I knew they were watching I wasn't an idiot.
I sat there cold in an orange jumpsuit with my red boney hands cuffed to the table, cuffs which I could easily unlock if I wanted to but I wasn't going to play that card until they made their move.

They were trying to piss me off, I know that's not the 'official FBI term' for it but something along the lines of being a right dickhead.
Purposefully making it cold, dimming the lights, leaving me waiting. It was a lousy technique to get me to talk, if they wanted me to talk they better come in here and start up a conversation like a normal person!

"You know you can't just sit there an galk at me all day, might as well come in and have a chat" I said yawning, I didn't give them what they wanted I didn't feed them with my fear, I simply invited them in to chat, hopefully they'll get on with it.

Suddenly the nob on the wooden door in the corner twisted open. And in walked a man, I man I know quite well but whom I've never met.

"How are ya, Mr.Rossi! Been well? Sure took you a while to come and say hello to me" I smiled, faker than a 8th grade mean girl.

"I'd be better if I knew your name miss" he smiled, so unbelievably fake I could tell from a mile away but I thought I'd let him have this.

"It's Anya" I smiled, Anya was my mothers name, what a wonderful woman she was and if that name didn't ruffle his feathers to remember what they did to her I might just have to spell it out for them!

"Aen yea?" He poorly pronounced

"no Anya, like 'ON YEAH' hopefully that's easy enough for you" I scoffed, first you take my mother from me and now you take the piss out of her name? Sickos.

"My apologies Ms.Anya Murphy" he smiled thinking that getting my name was an achievement and saying that mans last name would tick me off, I won't lie it did but me correcting him won't tell him a thing about me.

"Just Anya is fine." I corrected once again "and don't get your panties in a twist, it's just a name doesn't mean you'll find anything about me if you get your tech lady to 'google' it" I said but not to Rossi, to the mirror behind him, I knew he wasn't alone. The rest of his team stood just beyond this mirror studying my every move.

Rossi chuckled, knowing what I was at.

"So Anya, tell me why are we here today?" He asked dumbly

"You're the FBI agent you tell me, but I believe we're here for two very different reasons David" I responded cooly, knowing that using his first name would freak him out

"Well we're here because you wrote me a note" he started calmly, sliding a small piece of paper on to the desk which was sealed inside an evidence bag. "A note so easy to profile it looks to be written that way on purpose, care to
Explain?"
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In the mean time on the other side of the mirror, as Anya guessed, the rest of the team gathered studying her every move.

"It doesn't make sense? Why write the letter to give herself and her father up if she was just going to sit there and taunt us?! Not telling us anything!" Morgan lashed out, staring at the dark haired woman through the glass.

"Maybe she wants us to figure it out ourselves? I mean I don't know she wrote the letter for us to figure out but why give herself and her father up?" JJ asked the room

"And if she's the innocent one, why not tell us anything, I mean she hasn't even begun talking about her father yet" Emily questioned

Hotch hasn't said anything yet, his face was unreadable just like the woman's he was staring at through the glass. It was strange, he knew she couldn't see him but it was like she was staring into his soul. Or that he wanted her to.

Finally he spoke up, "we should switch things up, send someone else in" he said firmly, not taking his eyes off the glass or perhaps the woman behind it.
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"I like to read you know" I said not directly responding to the question, I wanted them to figure things out for themselves 

"want to know something about me Rossi? That's why you're here right? Well I'll tell you something, growing up I didn't have access to an education due to Philip, so I liked to read many books but one book that really caught my eye was a book written by you"

Rossi just sat there amused almost, I knew they were speaking into his ear telling him things about me.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked

"Yes thank you" he smiled a little more genuinely this time as he stood up and tapped his files on the table, I knew they were empty files because they weren't about me if anything they were about Philip or perhaps the woman I'm searching for, my mother

Just before Rossi stepped out the room he turned back to me, doubling back he's good, "just to be clear Ms.Murphy, you wrote the letter to get our attention to get us to catch you and your father yet you haven't asked a single question about your father and you're innocent yet you haven't declared it? You're terrified of your father and what he did to you but here you seem calm not caring where he is now, I mean you don't even know if we've caught him, you said earlier we were here for two different reasons, you want something from us but you refuse to tell us. You're acting strong and tuff yet you are terrified of your father and of us-" I cut off his monologue with a scoff

"Terrified of you? Please give me a break old man the only thing I'm 'terrified' of is the fact that you're team can't wrap your little heads around why I chose to give my father up even if I knew I'd be given a death sentence from him, I may be terrified of him but what really scares me-" I growled back now getting ready to play my card, undoing my hand cuffs before him and tossing them aside and standing up to stare him in the eyes "is the fact that you can't do your job AGENT Rossi" I finished spitting on his shoe

Rossi walked out the room not answering me

"Pussy" I whispered to myself

Then two security guards marched in to handcuff me again, but I stood back put my hands in the air and walked back to my chair

"It would be silly to put me back in those knowing I can get out of them whenever I please, I won't DO anything except sit here and listen to those lousy agents anyway" I joked but they reapplied my cuffs anyway

The guards left me sitting there alone in silence once again and I sat there with my thoughts waiting for them to make their next move.

Had I said to much? Too little? No Anya this wasn't the time to second guess yourself, you'll find her soon enough.
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A little taste for the interrogation cuz we're not finished yet! I hope you like it so far and that it makes sense, if you guys have any ideas don't be shy to leave a comment I love reading them!