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Fic: A Touch of the Wild, Part 04
Jan. 17th, 2009 01:17 pmTitle: A Touch of the Wild
Author: Soledad
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the White Wolfe characters and settings or any of the other shows from which I've borrowed characters for cameo appearances. All I own are a few OCs and a really twisted plot idea.
PART 04
Author’s note: Agent Sandoval has nothing to do with the similarly-named character in Earth: Final Conflict. He’s just been based on that character because I find Von Flores absolutely wonderful. Yeah, I’m that shallow. *g*
Lieutenant Bronowski is an original character, “played” by Brian MacNamara. The Crowne Plaza Hotel is an actually existing place, and the LAPD statistics are real. It’s amazing what you can do with Google.
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By the time the BAU plane landed on the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, Reid had memorized every gory detail of the new case. Not because he wanted to – he already had enough stuff for nightmares, personal and professional, for the next decades – ha had no other choice. Having an eidetic memory, while it often came in handy, did have its disadvantages, too.
I guess everything comes at a price, he thought absent-mindedly, while leaving the plane.
They were welcomed by the representative of the local FBI field office, a short, sleek, smooth-mannered man from the Philippines by the name of Ronald Sandoval, and escorted to the cars they would be using during their stay in LA: Then they drove to the West Los Angeles Community Station, from where the city-wide investigation would be coordinated.
“Is the local office involved in the investigation?” JJ asked.
She went with the car driven by Sandoval, who alone knew the way. Reid was the only one going with them; the others followed Sandoval’s car with their respective vehicles.
Sandoval shrugged. “To a certain extent, yes, although we’re trying not to step on the toes of the LAPD detectives. A quarrel about competences wouldn’t be helpful; besides, they know their jobs. I’ve been delegated to the case to coordinate the work of the various police stations affected by the murders, and to serve as a counsellor. But that’s all the FBI involvement there is.”
“In that case we’ll be working together,” JJ said. “I’m the team’s liaison with local FBI branches and police agencies.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Sandoval replied politely, but his stiff stance and unreadable body language belied the courtesy of his words.
No, he was not the least happy with the presence of the BAU team, although he did an excellent job hiding that fact. Reid wondered why he would resent their help – was it simple professional jealousy or had the local agent a few skeletons in his cupboard and was afraid that they might be found?
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Part 05
Author: Soledad
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the White Wolfe characters and settings or any of the other shows from which I've borrowed characters for cameo appearances. All I own are a few OCs and a really twisted plot idea.
PART 04
Author’s note: Agent Sandoval has nothing to do with the similarly-named character in Earth: Final Conflict. He’s just been based on that character because I find Von Flores absolutely wonderful. Yeah, I’m that shallow. *g*
Lieutenant Bronowski is an original character, “played” by Brian MacNamara. The Crowne Plaza Hotel is an actually existing place, and the LAPD statistics are real. It’s amazing what you can do with Google.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
By the time the BAU plane landed on the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, Reid had memorized every gory detail of the new case. Not because he wanted to – he already had enough stuff for nightmares, personal and professional, for the next decades – ha had no other choice. Having an eidetic memory, while it often came in handy, did have its disadvantages, too.
I guess everything comes at a price, he thought absent-mindedly, while leaving the plane.
They were welcomed by the representative of the local FBI field office, a short, sleek, smooth-mannered man from the Philippines by the name of Ronald Sandoval, and escorted to the cars they would be using during their stay in LA: Then they drove to the West Los Angeles Community Station, from where the city-wide investigation would be coordinated.
“Is the local office involved in the investigation?” JJ asked.
She went with the car driven by Sandoval, who alone knew the way. Reid was the only one going with them; the others followed Sandoval’s car with their respective vehicles.
Sandoval shrugged. “To a certain extent, yes, although we’re trying not to step on the toes of the LAPD detectives. A quarrel about competences wouldn’t be helpful; besides, they know their jobs. I’ve been delegated to the case to coordinate the work of the various police stations affected by the murders, and to serve as a counsellor. But that’s all the FBI involvement there is.”
“In that case we’ll be working together,” JJ said. “I’m the team’s liaison with local FBI branches and police agencies.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Sandoval replied politely, but his stiff stance and unreadable body language belied the courtesy of his words.
No, he was not the least happy with the presence of the BAU team, although he did an excellent job hiding that fact. Reid wondered why he would resent their help – was it simple professional jealousy or had the local agent a few skeletons in his cupboard and was afraid that they might be found?
( Read more... )
Part 05
