Soledad's Journal

Title: 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 05

Author’s note: As before, LAPD statistics are genuine, thank Wikipedia.
The Preacher is a character borrowed from the X-Files episode “Sleepless”. He’s a recurring figure in the “Pathways” universe.
Branco Vukovic is modelled after a German actor/singer who, at one point of his career, used to be a model. And I don’t need to tell where Ethan Gold has come from, do I? *g*


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“We are making some headway,” Hotch informed his team colleagues before the beginning of the next shift. Like many LA police stations, West LA Community Station had a 4 day-10 hour work week schedule, which meant that at least the uniformed cops who’d just come to work had to be debriefed again. “We – that is, Detective Murietta and Dr. Reid – have managed to identify two of the previously unknown victims. It seems that Detective Murietta’s original theory about how the unsub choses his victims has been right.”

“Were these two also talented in some ways?” Detective Barritza asked.

Hotch consulted his notes for a moment, and then pinned two photos onto the whiteboard. He pointed at the picture of a boyish-faced young man on the right; the victim wore a suit on that one and had a violin in his hand.

“This one, Ethan Gold, used to be a very promising young violin player,” he said. “He came from Pittsburgh and was considered extremely talented. Worked for a recording company for a year or so, even produced a couple of CDs of his own concerts… then got into an abusive relationship with an older man, broke his career and ended up on the streets where he used to earn some money with playing classical music on his violin.”

“How old was he?” JJ asked, staring at the photo of the very youthful-looking man in sorrow. It always saddened her when young lives got wasted like that.

“Twenty-five, apparently,” Hotch replied. JJ just shook her head in regret.

“What about the other victim?” Prentiss asked, looking at the picture of a somewhat older but still fairly young, spiky-haired man who had a flawless face and large, soulful eyes. “Was he young enough for the unsub?”

“He was just beyond thirty,’ Officer Wong piped in. “I remember him being a model for the Girard Fashion House – and a very popular one, at least for a while. He also tried to start a career as a singer, but with very little success. Then he tried to compose his own music, for which nobody showed much interest. The last report of him was that he wanted to become a dancer, but that’s all. A typical LA failure: after years on the cover of the greatest fashion magazines, he lost everything, began doing drugs… and ended on the streets.”
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Part 06

Title: 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 03

Author’s note: For visuals: Four-Eyes is “played” by Michael Shanks.

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After making sure that he’d really got all the information there was about their newest victim, Joaquin Murietta went over to the morgue to take a look at the corpse. He was an old-fashioned cop who trusted his own eyes more than all those fancy instruments that filled the CSI labs.

Besides, he needed to see the wounds for real, to reassure – or reject, although that was a very small chance – his nagging suspicion about the true nature of the murderer. He wished with every fibre of his being to be proved wrong; but deep within, he knew with a paralyzing certainty that he would be prove right.
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Part 04

I decided to put up my first Criminal Mind fanfic here, as a test run for hand-coding and stuff.

Title: 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.

Rating: Generally Adults, rated for violence, so no underage readers, please.
Genre: Criminal Minds, crossed over with my Pathways universe. To borrow a matching expression from James Walkswithwind, Pathways is the AU that eats all fandoms.

Timeline: Early Season 3 in Criminal Minds. Set after “Scared to Death”, but before David Rossi joins the BAU team.

Summary: The BAU team is called to Los Angeles to help with a series of particularly brutal murderers. When it turns out that Dr. Reid matches the prey scheme of the unsub with disturbing accuracy, one of the local detectives has to take drastic measures to save his life. So he comes away, relatively unhurt – but does he also come away unchanged?

PART 01

Detective Joaquin Murietta reached the front door of the West Los Angeles Community Police Station exactly ten minutes before the beginning of the night shift, like on every other working day. This rather unremarkable brick building had been his workplace for the last seventeen years, and he still looked essentially the same as he had on the day he’d first set foot into the office of Lieutenant Bronowski: a moderately well-clad Latino man in his mid-thirties, with sharp features, short-cropped black hair, a neatly-trimmed goatee and wide, observant dark eyes.

People sometimes teased him about the fact that he apparently wasn’t aging a day; to which he usually replied that his grandfather hadn’t shown any sign of aging well into his late sixties, and that he must have come after the old man. “It’s all in the genes,” he used to say.

Which was, basically, true. At least the part about his grandfather, who’d lived to a ripe old age of ninety-seven and barely looked a day older when he’d died. The other pat wasn’t something Murietta would discuss with anyone but a few chosen allies.

He locked his car, a black Sedan with tinted glasses, and entered the building. The officer on duty behind the desk – infallibly Sergeant Miguel Sanchez on night shift, a short, wiry, balding man in his early fifties, and Of Mexican origins like himself – nodded in his direction, looking exceptionally grim. Which was a lot to say, as Sergeant Sanchez always looked grim. The bone structure of his face, combined with the hollow cheeks, made him look like a skull on the best of days, albeit an aesthetically pleasing one, from a purely artistic point of view.

For Sanchez to look so much grimmer than usual, something really bad must have happened. As a rule, he was pretty unshakable, which wasn’t surprising if one knew his personal history. Murietta got a sinking feeling in his stomach, guessing already what must have caused the man who’d been hell and back several times to react so strongly.

“There’s a new case, isn’t there?” he asked.
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~TBC~

So, you are free to guess where the individual characters are borrowed from. Small hint: Bianca Moralez and Nancy Wong are the only OCs in this chapter.

Part 02