Clear blue eyes haunted by ghosts of a battered childhood, her innocence trailing down a face too knowing for her age. This was the third domestic disturbance call this week at that house. The one on the corner. The one with brand new siding and freshly painted shutters. The one with a fenced in backyard. All the more to hide the bruises with, my dear. Today the call was made by Skylar, sobbing over her sister. By the time we arrived she was gone, dead on arrival, nothing we could do. Skylar didn't say a word for two hours. Just stared at the interrogation room table. All the life drained from her spirit. She must be no more than sixteen, but she's due to graduate this May, top of her class. Now, who knows. This was the first time the call came from one of the inhabitants of that corner house, with perfectly green grass, and the best birthday parties on the block. I don't dare contemplate what fate awaits Skylar after this betrayal.
For now I listen while she retraces her steps to where it all began with her dad interrogated in the next room. Let's pray it buys her enough time.
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Take Me
FanfictionA never aired Criminal Minds Episode in the making. To be released in a series of shorts, this being the backstory of the first victim. Fans of Detective Morgan read on!
