Hot Guy with Daddy Issues

*Trigger warning*

Cyra was thankful that her team was back together. Gideon's replacement was a legend in the FBI,David Rossi. He seemed alright Cyra rarely got to talk to him for the most part he seemed a bit stuck up, like in a im better than all of you type of way. But who cares. Currently she was at her favorite coffee shop.  The rainbow Cafe she was a regular here. Coming by at the same time every morning to get a nice cup of coffee before work, she even supplied her own mug.

"Hi Alison. The usual."

" Come on. Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Some guy was yelling at his computer Cyra wheels over to where he is sitting.

"I got a polo mallet in my trunk. Maybe you should give it a shot?" She smiles at the man and he just turns to look at her. " Sorry. None of my business." She turns to leave.

"3 hours. Just froze up on me."

" You didn't save as you... Who has time to save these days With the kids and the rap music?" She looks at his screen.

"You have a polo mallet in your trunk?"

She nods. " Small one." he smirks. "Can i?" She asks as he hands her the laptop. " Oh. Figures. Windows. Temperamental. Let's try... " she types a few keystrokes and the screen pops back up to whatever he was working on. "Voil?"

" Heh." He chuckles as she gathers her bags and her mug. " Good luck." She heads for the door again.

" Uh, um... James. James baylor. My friends call me colby."

"Cyra Akintola My friends call me wonderful." She takes his hand in hers as he laughs. " Or Cyra."

" Well, thank you."

" Oh, just happy to help." She smiles and turns to leave.

"Uh, maybe I could take you to lunch sometime."

" Sure. Ok. Wh-Why not?"

" Here's my card." Cyra takes the card from him and grabs a pen on the table scribbling her number on the back as she hands it back

"There's mine."

" I'll call you."

"Great" she replies before leaving.

//

Cyra was in the bullpen and she was making the trip to her office when Derek walked by.

"Good morning, princess."

"Good morning." She mutters softly and mousey like continuing on her way.

" Pump your brakes." She stops in her tracks and turns, he wiggles his finger to come closer to him  she sighs moving closer to him. " Every day, I say, "good morning." Every day, you say, "i'll show you a good morning, hot stuff." Every day. Not today?"

" I hate profilers. Do you know that?" She wipes some dust off of his shirt and adjust his collar.

" Spit it out."

" Fine. I met a guy." She smiles widely.

" You did what? Where?"

" Coffee shop. Smoking hot. I fixed his computer, And then he asked for my number." She stares off into space

" And you just–"

" Gave it to him. Can you believe that? A complete stranger. Did I mention he was smoking hot?" Derek chuckles.

" Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think you did. Ok. It happens." he wipes a thumb over her cheek.

" No, it doesn't, not to me, not like this."

" Not like what?" Derek was confused and Cyra was easily the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

" I'm not the girl men see across a smoky bar and write songs about."

" Sweetheart–"

" It's ok. I figure it out. It takes a minute." She laughs a bit as Derek shows his signature smile.

" Ok, so what's the problem? You think it's all happening a little too fast or something?"

" Yes. I--I don't know. Maybe. What do you think?"

" I think you should always trust your gut, So sure, if he seems a little too smooth Or maybe even a little too smokin' hot, Then maybe you should walk the other way."

"Hey. We got a bad one." JJ is handing the others a file.

"How bad?"

" Florida."

Derek sighs and raises how brows in irritation before walking off Cyra heads back to her Lair, maybe she should just forget about the date with Colby. 

"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters, " Francisco Goya.

"We never found any evidence of a killer satanic cult. In reality, there are only two types of violent satanic criminals."

" Uh, type one-- Teen satanists Assume the satanic identity to rebel. Minor crimes, theft and vandalism To churches, schools, symbols of authority. When combined with drugs and alcohol, They may turn violent." Reid babbles.

" Yes, in extreme cases, deadly. That was out of my book word for word."

" Oh, trust us, we know." Derek replies not even bothering to notice the stunned look on his face.

" Uh, killings  are accidental, Usually resulting from their hobby getting out of control. Killings won't turn serial–"

" Hey, Reid." Derek cuts him off and Reid becomes bashful.

" Sorry."

"Ok. So that's one type. What's type Two?" Emily asks.

" The adaptive satanist is the one you have to worry about. The typical serial killer rationalizing his fantasies By blaming them on outside forces."

"Like satan."

" Yes. He adapts satanic beliefs To fit his specific homicidal drives. He doesn't k*ll because he believes in satan. He believes in Satan because he kills."

" Well, let's hope it's the teenagers. Whether you're religious or not, The presence of satanic elements Can affect even the most experienced investigators. And we're not immune, So keep an eye on the locals and keep an eye on each other"

"I--I hear you. I saw the exorcist." JJ speaks up.

" My mother took us to church every Sunday until I moved out. This whole devil thing doesn't spook me at all."

"Maybe that's because you never truly bought the god part either." Reid just quirks his lips as everyone looks at him.

" No offense, kid, but you don't know what I believe."

" Well, I mean, logic dictates that if you believe in the one, You have to reconcile the existence of the other."

" People's reaction to satan Is what gives it appeal to these offenders. It has power, And it would be a mistake to underestimate it." Hotch explains as Derek gets lost in his own thoughts.

The medical examiner explains that prior to her death all her Fingers were fed to her and that her throat was slit as well as the satanic carvings were added while she was alive. Abd before he slit her throat. This case was gruesome and it wasn't going to be pretty solving this one. Meanwhile at the church Rossi, JJ and Derek arrive there.

" Rossi, do me a favor. You talk to the priest, all right?"

" You'd rather interview the grieving parents On the worst day of their lives than the priest?"

"If it's all right with you, yeah.'' Rossi just shakes his head at the man as they enter the church Derek removes his glasses.

"Good afternoon."

" Hi. Father marks. Agent Jareau. These are agents Rossi and Morgan."

He shakes their hands. " It's good of you to come."

" We're sorry we have to be here under these circumstances, father."

" Well, Abbey's parents, Bob and Lee-Ann, are in my office. We were discussing her service."

" Agent Morgan actually has some questions for you." Rossi says as Morgan furrows his brows at the man.

" All right. Well, uh, they're upstairs, First door on the right, and they're expecting you." JJ and Rossi go to leave.

"So how long has it been, Agent Morgan?"

" I'm sorry?"

" Well, since you've been in god's house. Well, priests and dentists Can spot an overdue customer a mile away, so... How long's it been?" Morgan clears his throat.

" I didn't come here to talk about myself."

" Occupational hazard. My apologies."

" Is this the biggest church in town?" Morgan clips his glasses to his shirt.

" Well, we're the only church in Bridgewater proper."

" You're aware of the religious aspects Of this crime, the pentagram?"

" Yes, I am." The preist nods.

" Have there been any break-Ins, thefts, Threats towards the church?"

" No." he says simply

" Parishioners behaving strangely? Regulars who may have recently stopped coming?" 

He shakes his head, "Well, not that I'm aware of."

" How about questions about satan? From your young members? Possession? Exorcisms? The occult?"

" Well, now, that, I'm sure I would remember."

" Good. Thanks for your time." Derek leaves deciding to wait by the car.

//

" Hear ye, hear ye, the honorable Cyra Akintola. presiding. Speak and be heard."

" Uh, it's Colby. We met this morning. You fixed my laptop."

" Yeah. Uh, hi. H-How's it going?"

" Great. Thanks to you."

" Just happy to be of service." She smiles.

"You know, I was wonderin' if you'd let me Make that thank-You lunch a dinner."

" You really don't have to do that."

" I know, but I'd like to. I'm askin' you out, Cyra. Tomorrow night.

" Tomorrow night? Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night. You know, I would love to, But I am coming" she starts coughing. "Coming  down with something."

" Are you ok?" Her computer beeps it was the fingerprint matches to all the fingers found in the latest victims stomach apparently they weren't hurts.

" Y-Yeah."

"Maybe some other time when you're feelin' up to it."

" Yeah. That-- I have your number."

" Feel better."

" Thanks. She hangs up the phone before dialing Derek's Cell number.

"Hey, what you got for me,babygirl?"

" I just sent you ten separate I.D's belonging To the ten fingers found in Abbey Kelton's stomach. No two fingers belong to the same woman."

"Ten And you  ID'd them already?"

" Mm. fourty -Plus prostitution arrests made it easy. They worked truck stops and rest areas In the counties surrounding bridgewater."

" Well, the unsub knows the area well."

" Clearly. Gotta go. Bye."

" Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. What, no snappy rhetoric? What's goin' on?"

" Not in the mood."

" Cyra..?"

She sighs rolling her eyes, " Uh, that guy from the coffee shop asked me out, And I took your advice, and I blew him off."

" Oh. Um... Well, good. Smart move. Something was definitely wrong with him."

"Wow. You are some profiler. You could tell how wrong he was from what little I told you."

" Cyra, I didn't mean to–"

" I wonder was it that he was too handsome Or too interested in me That tipped you off on how wrong he was?"

" Cyra, i–"

" Just 'cause you wouldn't cross a crowded room to hit on me Does not mean that a more perceptive, less superficial guy wouldn't. Hey, Derek, you want snappy? You suck." and with that she hangs up. She looks in her trash can getting Colby's number out and begins dialing it again. She was most definitely going on the date now.

The day had turned to night and then the next day rolled around. They decided to put up a shirt for Tracy, only another woman went missing during the shirt, Sheryl, so now they had two people missing and now leads anywhere. The B.A.U team  gathered back at the police station.

"What am I gonna tell my boys? I mean, Matt's old enough to know what's going on. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left her." Sheryl's Husband says. She was the latest victim who was taken in the search of Tracey Lambert

" Hey, how's it going with Father Marks? Any of the volunteers jump out at him?" Emily asks to Derek.

" Not yet." He sighs grabbing a cup. Emily's phone rings and she pulls it out.

" Cyra?"

" I'm still running the particulars Of our homicides through vicap. Nothing so far."

" Ok, I just sent you the volunteer search list."

" Ok, and I'm cross-Checking the names against mental institution records." she was already typing.

" Pay attention to individuals who were involuntarily committed in Florida. Uh, Rossi's convinced our unsub Is the type that likes to stick close to home."

" Got it. Talk to you later." She was about to hang up.

"Hey, Cyra, you normally call Morgan about these kinds of things. Is everything ok?"

Cyra rolls her eyes. " God, I hate profilers."

" Ok, come on. Tell me."

" I met this guy at the coffee shop I go to every day...."

"Right. Got it." she hangs up the phone before looking over at Morgan.

"What?"

"When a woman tells a man about her feelings, She doesn't want him to fix her. She wants him to shut up and listen." Emily shakes her head disapprovingly at Morgan before leaving.

After Morgan blows up at Father Marks he goes to the church to apologize, at the church he discovers a dead body. After finding out that it wasn't, Sheryl Hotch suggested that it was cannibalism  from the hint about the fingers being eaten and the fact that he was freezing his other victims. That's why there aren't any more bodies turning up. They were all back at the precinct to discuss their findings when Emily's phone rings.

"Hey. Cyra, I'm putting you on speaker."

" So I can't find any patients in Florida Who have the charming cocktail of being both a satanist and a cannibal. However, Hazelwood mental institution is the place to go When looking for Florida's most dangerous kinds of wackos, And they had a fire in 1998 that destroyed all their records."

" How far away is Hazelwood" 

"70 miles."

" Uh, JJ tell 'em we're on our way. Uh, Reid. Let's go."

After going to the Mental institution they find a lead from a book kept by the previous late Dr. who was in charge of the adolescents. They find their unsub Floyd Flaylnn at his house in his underwear. Listening to smooth jazz. They also find all nine of the other victims in a freezer at his house. And Sheryl was alive, but they didn't  find Tracey there. But they did find a book full of recipes on different ways to eat women. After hauling him into interrogation he insists on talking with Father MarkS.

" Thank you for comin', father."

" Anything I can do to–" Derek cuts Marks off.

" Floyd, I had to pull some serious strings to get him here. My bosses didn't like the idea at all of sendin' him in. Now, they're gonna allow him to sit right here and listen, But you're gonna talk to me, all right?"

" Ok. I've done some really bad things."

" Everybody's done things they're not proud of, Floyd. The only thing that helps is to talk about 'em, Tell other people. Things are always better after you talk about 'em." Derek says. 

" Not everything."

"Come on, Floyd. I got him here like you asked. Now it's your turn. Tell us. Where is Tracey Lambert?" Derek asks as Floyd looks at Father Marks.

"Father, I feel so alone. I feel like god has abandoned me."

" Why? You are not alone, my son. God is in all of us."

" So is Tracey Lambert." Father Marks starts swearing, he lunges over the table trying to choke Floyd he's stopped before he can do anything, they find out that Floyd was feeding the volunteers. That he fed them bits of Tracey Lambert.

In the end everything was solved, it was a bittersweet ending.

16th-Century English novelist Thomas Deloney wrote, "God sends meat, and the devil sends cooks."

Cyra was coming back from her date with Colby.

"I--I really enjoyed myself tonight." they were walking into the lot for her house.

"Me, too. I guess it's lucky My laptop froze up on me when it did."

"Uh, I don't know about luck, But it was awfully good that I was there to fix it."

" You don't believe in luck?" Colby asks helping her up the stairs.

" Not really, no" She shrugs.

". Huh. Do you believe in coincidences?"

" I believe that everything happens for a really good reason."

" Oh. Oh, I think you're right about that."

" Oh. This--This is it." She stands outside in the dark night, it was cold, but she was warm from all the wine. " Yeah. Well... Good night"

" Good night." he leans in to hug her.

"Oh. Good night." she hugs him back

" Yeah."

She turns to leave " Hey, Cyra."

" Yeah?"

" I've been thinkin' about doing this all night."  He shoots her in the abdomen. As she falls out of her chair, he takes the chair away walking away as quickly as he can, leaving her lying there on the sidewalk cold and afraid.

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