ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ✩ ᴇᴅ

eight

adyel

the almost suffocated girl struggled to get out of the box she had been under for who knows how long.

I went downstairs and glared at the son of a bitch that sat in front of me.

"you're a sick bastard." I spat.

"you're a bitch," he shot back.

"who was the one that was gonna rape a girl and feel nothing but pleasure, not me. cause I'm not a sick motherfucker." I screamed.

"okay, okay." Ethan came over and held me back.

"he's one sick bastard."

"I know,"

I went back into the car and slammed the door.

"careful there, slammy." Cameron chuckled getting into the car.

"you're seriously just gonna let this guy go to prison?" I shot.

"I mean yeah, I guess." he said confused.

"you're not even gonna profile him?" I asked.

"there's nothing to profile." he kept his eyes on the road.

"tell that to the girl that was under his bed!" I yelled.

"if you're not gonna take this case seriously, then I will. because I won't stand girls being abducted and raped." I growled.

"we are taking it seriously, adyel." Ethan said looking through his Ray bans.

that's the first time in a long time that he hasn't called me spent name.

"oh mister tough guy, how would you like it if your wife was abducted and raped, what if she got pregnant from that scum bag. you need to profile the bastard." I rambled.

we arrived at the office and I went to desk.

I sat down in my chair and huffed.

I sat up and grabbed my work phone.

"hello, yes this is adyel chapman from the FBI behavioral analysis unit. I'm a profiler and I would like to bring mister Palmer Wilson to be profiled."

"okay thank you," I said hanging up the phone.

I called Nate and Aaron to come into my office.

"I need you to be witnesses for a profile." I said.

"sure what time?" Aaron asked.

"10 minutes."

I went to the room where we profile people.

they brought Palmer in and I was profiling him.

"so, you think it's just fine and dandy to kidnap a girl and rape her? take all of her confidence away?"

"if anything I was making them gain confidence." he smirked.

"wipe the smirk off your disgusting face."

"what made you do it?" I snapped.

"maybe when you were younger your mother did something to you. maybe your wife now controls you. maybe your just against feminism." I shrugged.

"you shut the hell up." he said through gritted teeth.

"my job is to talk, to get you to admit that you committed a crime."

ETHANS POV

i walked into adyels office just to see an empty room.

I shrugged it off knowing as was either running copies or in someone else's office.