LIKE A GIRL ｡ CRIMINAL MINDS

FORTY ONE

"Then what were you doing, dancing with him like a cheap whore?" Harrison scowled, and as much as she wanted to look over at Derek for help, she maintained eye contact with the criminal.

"There was no frick-fracking involved," she pointed out, noticing how Derek tensed up beside her at the use of the word 'whore'. "Just a bit of...tongue action, that's all."

Harrison eyed her carefully. "I don't believe you."

Daisy pulled her hand from Morgan's and shuffled through her pockets, pulling out one of the rings she'd been wearing that night. If she was going to deceive him, she might as go the distance. "This is my purity ring, I've had it since I was a teenager."

She handed it to Harrison, who snatched it from her and looked over it with a strange fascination. It was a plain silver band, one she'd gotten for three dollars at a flea market a couple of years ago. Usually she'd put it on her pinky, since it was too small for her other fingers.

"My dad gave it to me," she continued, the lie flowing steadily. "When I started middle school."

Harrison was suspicious as he listened to her tall tale, gripping the ring in his fist. She wondered if she'd ever get it back (the odds weren't in her favour).

"Now," she nodded towards the pen and paper in front of him. "I have a proposition for you."

Harrison met her eyes once more. He was trying to figure out if she was lying, but so far she hadn't given anything up. She was damn good at what she did, there was no denying it.

"I will let you keep that purity ring," she pointed to the piece of jewellery in his grasp. "But only if you give me the names and locations of the other twenty-one people you...practiced on."

Harrison pursed his lips, mulling over the offer. Then, he gave a dry chuckle and shook his head, greasy tendrils falling into his eyes. "Not good enough, Daisy."

Derek had never been one for patience. He liked to get to the point, especially when he knew the Unsub was guilty. This man, who had killed numerous people, beaten his friend and threatened to kill her sister, was being given a deal. To put it plainly, the agent was losing patience. "Well what is good enough, Harrison? Either way you're going to prison for a long, long time."

Harrison pondered for a moment, before a sick smile reappeared on his lips. He picked up the pen and gestured between the two agents. "I want two things."

Daisy quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head. "And what would that be?"

"One," he lifted a grubby finger. "Whatever sinful relationship you two have is over."

"You don't get to decide-" Derek kicked back his chair, and Daisy held her hand up to stop him. "Daisy, you can't just let him-"

"Leave the room, Derek," she demanded softly, not looking away from Harrison, who waved the buff agent away smugly. He then turned back to her and reached for the pen and paper. "What's number two?"

"I want to know more about you," he hummed, clicking the pen down and hovering the tip over the blank page. At Daisy's perplexed reaction, he smirked. "The little things; your favourite colour, movie, television show, your family-"

"Fine," Daisy cut him off quickly. He snickered and started to write. She took a deep breath and swallowed, knowing that she didn't really have much of a choice. "My favourite colour is blue."