Profile of the Dead 19/19
current mood: alright
Title: Profile of the Dead 19/19
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Summary: "I am really going to enjoy killing you," Elle said as she grabbed Reid's shirt. Confessions, injuries, sneak attacks... It's all been leading up to this.
Warnings: Violence and language.
Notes: This is technically the last chapter, but there will be an epilogue and seperate prologues.
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Cross posted to bau_fic and cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Elle was a traditionalist when it came to killing zombies. She always had her shotgun and an obscene amount of shells within arm's reach. She grabbed that shotgun now and made her way down to the torture room.
To be honest, she wasn't surprised to find it empty. Those five people may not have been a threat separately, but they were quite a force to be reckoned with together.
She called Tim and told him to clean up since she wouldn't be needing the room anymore.
The White House was over run with security guards and cameras.
They couldn't hide for long.
No one responded to Reid's question as they all feared detection.
"I did once on a field trip," he continued. "And I have to say, it is just as unsettling now as it was then."
"If only these walls could talk," Elle said stepping out of the shadows.
"They'd say Nixon picked his nose," Reid replied with a smile despite the gun pointed in his face.
"Shut up," Elle growled. "I could kill you right now."
"Then why don't you?" Hotchner asked. "I know I"m getting tired of fighting. Just shoot us and get it over with."
"I didn't expect you to break Mr. Hotchner. Pity. No, I can't shoot you yet. Don't want to stain the walls."
"You could call it post-modern art," Reid quipped.
"I am really going to enjoy killing you," Elle said as she grabbed Reid's shirt. "Let's go people. I don't have all day."
"Press releases to set up?" Reid asked as she dragged him along.
Rossi sat in front of his guests who had been handcuffed together upon entering the seldom used conference room. There were no windows and the chairs were uncomfortable. He always wanted to make it a game room anyway. 'Just as soon as this is taken care of,' he thought, 'I'm shopping for a pool table.'
Finally, he spoke. "So, yes, to answer your question, I released the virius."
"Why would you do that?" Penelope sobbed. Her wrists were raw as she fought against the metal restraints.
"I'm going to rid the country of zombies and be better than Washington, Jefferson, even... Lincoln!"
"Taft!" Reid added. Rossi stared at him as if he had two heads.
"You haven't done a good job," J.J. spat. "What if you aren't re-elected? Did you think this plan through?"
"Oh, but I did. Elle here... I don't just keep her around to look pretty, though she's good at that too. She is a genius when it comes to campaigns."
"Thank you Dave," Elle said. She was reclining near the only exit, shotgun in hand.
"Are you done with the whole 'evil scientist's lengthy explanation' routine?" Hotchner asked.
"Yes, I suppose so," Rossi said standing up. "Elle, if you will." Elle moved from the door and raised the gun, aiming at Reid's head. "I hope you don't mind if I leave. I don't like getting my hands dirty."
Rossi opened the door and was grabbed by a decaying arm. On the other side at least a dozen zombies shuffled through the hall.
"Elle! Shoot the fucking thing!" he yelled.
She ran over and in one shot the zombie went down. Unfortunately, the blast alerted the others to the possible meal. Two more grasped at Rossi, ripping his suit. His screams were drowned out as Elle killed those clutching him and four more. They retreated into the room and barricaded the door.
"How did this happen?" Rossi demanded. He and Elle turned to the others.
"Don't look at me," Reid said.
Elle ran over and grabbed the front of Reid's shirt; she practically lifted him from his seat. "You shut your mouth smart ass. Do you not realize that I'm going to kill you?"
"Either way, yeah," Reid replied. "Might as well piss you off."
Another blast rang out and everyone stared in shock as blood began to soak through Reid's pants.
"I hope that fucking hurt," Elle muttered.
"You crazy bitch!" Rossi said. "Save the bullets. Who knows how long we'll be trapped in here?"
Morgan, who had been quiet this entire time, looked helplessly at Reid who was wincing in pain, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. He mouthed 'I'm fine' as the anger in Morgan continued to build. He made sure Elle and Rossi were still distracted and yanked his hands out of the cuffs. The pain was nothing those two lunatics were about to feel.
Morgan soundlessly picked up his chair and walked over where the president and his loyal assistant stood arguing. Elle was first since she posed a bigger threat. Rossi second before he could even realize what had happened. He then grabbed the keys for the cuffs and the shotgun.
"My hero!" Reid said as he attempted to stand. Morgan caught him just in time.
"You should relax," Hotchner warned.
"Said the man who jumped into a bus after being stabbed twice," Reid shot back.
"Morgan, here," J.J. said before Reid and Hotchner started a pointless fight. She handed him her jacket. "Bandage Reid's knee. I'll take care of the zombies, and we can get out of here."
"What about them?" Penelope asked. Everyone glanced at the unconscious forms of Rossi and Elle.
"We have to kill them," Hotchner whispered. "They'll never stop chasing us."
"I can't do that," J.J. said shoving the shotgun back into Morgan's hands.
"Wait. We might not have to," Penelope said. She began searching around the room. "There's gotta be one around here somewhere," she muttered. She smiled as she held up a laptop. "Well, this room must have been actually used for conferences once." She began typing away, the others still oblivious to her plan.
"What are you doing?" Reid finally asked.
"I, my brave boy genius, am hacking into their security, posting Rossi's confession online and calling the police."
No, you are the genius," he said leaning over and kissing her cheek.
"I'll go take care of the undead so they don't have trouble getting in," J.J. said. "Hotch, tie those two bastards up in case they come to."
The shots of J.J. taking care of the rest of the zombies reverberated against the walls. They soon faded and were replaced by her laughing.
"Everyone," she said sticking her head back in the door. "Looks like the calvary arrived."
Tobias and some of the other residents of Utopia followed J.J. into the room.
"Did we help?" Tobias asked with a smirk.
"You got me shot," Reid said, "but I guess some thanks are in order."
"You're welcome. So, what are we doing with them?" Tobias kicked the now stirring Rossi.
"Letting the justice system take care of them," Penelope responded.
"We've had enough of an adventure," Hotchner added.
"It's time to go home," Morgan said squeezing Reid's hand.
"It's time for my white picket fence."