8:30 P.M (GMT8)
The place she worked was always bustling with noise. The people within it having one sole purpose: To protect and serve the citizens in the jurisdiction. All intelligent individuals, capable of the job they had worked so hard for. Some at lower positions, while others excelled and were at the top of the agency. Amelia, was one of those people. Going to college for criminal justice, making it at the top of her class. Making it to the next step of Police Academy, graduating and then moving into the agency. She quickly became the leader of her own unit: The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. It gave her pressure, and responsibility for every agent on her team. As well as the cases they were tasked to, hoping to always get a positive outcome.
Sometimes, it was not that way. Yet, with the new day just on the horizon; Amelia was hopeful. Stepping into the building with a stride that spoke confidence and power. She was the boss, and she meant business. Those around her, had their eyes gaze towards her. Magnetizing stares, never ending down the small hallways and corridors to her conference room. Amelia was very much used to the looks, if anything she thrived off of them. Being the center of attention for the people who worked under her made her presence known. They knew who was on top, and who was at the very bottom. Nonetheless, it was a daily occurrence for eyes to always be on her. Even outside of California, even around the world.
Her steps continue, hitting off of the hardwood floor switching to carpet. Making it down a small scale hallway, with other agents brisking past her. Many give her hellos, and calm waves as she passes. In which she only gives a simple nod, and continues to walk. In the hallway, her eyes glance at members of her team. Sitting on the floor against the wall, a laptop in between them. There are three bodies: Zackary Linch, Beth Wilson, Kaitlyn Ontario. All have worried, and slightly scared expressions on their faces. Not by her presence no, to them she was no where in sight. Whatever they were looking at on Zackary's laptop screen had given them a fright. Amelia would find out what it was.
However, in this moment she would make her presence known. Boots moving against the carpeted floor, directly in their line of eye sight. The three begin to quiet, as one alerts the others that she was approaching. She nods in their direction, getting a nod in response from the three of them. Even when passing them, she knows she made a point: Get to where they are supposed to be. Amelia makes it to a wooden door, with ease turning the knob and opening it. Inside, was her daily routine. The conference room for the BAU, decorated to feel as though you had stepps into a cliche crime movie. Shelves of books, and cabinets filled with files of cases. Cases and people from the past, present, and for the near future. A round circle table, extended with dozens of seats. Filled with chattering agents, clicking of pens, scribbling on paper. Near the door was a projector, the screen powered off before every meeting.The floor was covered in dark red carpet, and glass windows helped other peer into the desired room with curiosity. Anyone who was not on Amelia's team, worked hard to try to get their foot in the door. Amelia however, picked the best of the best. There could not be one flaw in her team, and she made sure that would stay as long as she had anything to do about it.
As soon as she walks in, the door shuts behind her. Not a slam, or crash: Lightly pushing into the door frame and closing shut. Many agents immediately notice her arrival, and halt their conversations. Shuffling papers, rearranging to look professional in front of their boss. Her emerald eyes felt like daggers to anyone she looked to. Cold as ice, hungry in work and conflict. Waiting for someone to mess up even an inch, showing why she was the boss and not anyone else.
Amelia makes it to the projector, pressing the power button on its box. This quickly powers up the projector, Amelia grabbing the remote. Standing in front of the projector, she clears her throat.
"Everyone, if I could have your attention please." Her voice boomed over the overlapping conversations. The remaining agents finally catch her in the front of the room. The conference room is now dead silent, all eyes are on her. Exactly how it was supposed to be, every time she walked into the agency. Amelia nods, clicking the remote to turn on the projections for the case.
A picture of a young woman appears. Headshot size, only to the shoulders up. The woman looked very young, tan skin. Her skin looked covered in freckles of different shades, clear skin without any blemishes or scarring. Lilac hair pulled itself over her shoulders and back, colliding with the grey hues of her eyes. From the clothing that can be seen, she wore a winter jacket. Dark red, puffed behind her with a hood. Her face looked full of life, even without a brightening smile on her lips.
It was such a shame.
"We have gotten the DNA back on our latest victim in 'The Headless Madman' investigation. Her name is Catalina Porquez; Age twenty-six." Amelia's eyes scan onto the screen. Pointing her remote towards the picture, her mind seems to fall flat on anything else to say of the victim. Such a young woman had her life taken all too soon. Due to a sick, and twisted mind. There was nothing more her and her team could do, but find the girl's killer. Bring the person to justice, and send them away for the rest of their miserable life.
"Her mother hadn't been able to contact her since a couple days before, hence why she sent out the report." Her head comes back to face the agents. Some intrigued in the case, others writing down notes and questions, for after the conference had ended. While some, had emotionless expressions. Amelia was like that somewhat, emotionless and cold to the idea of death. How many died around her, and how many she would never truly be able to save.
She clicks the projector remote again, and clicks onto the next image. A man who was as young as the woman before. Piercings in his earlobes, a white lip ring, and eyebrow piercings. HIs cheeks and nose adorned light freckles, faded on his tan skin. Over his eyes swooped strands of jet black hair. Eyes of a light grey, that could stick with a person for life. Taunting, antagonizing, cruel. The stare of a person could tell you all you need to know about them. If you need to run and hide, or fight.
"The parents gave us a lead on her ex fiance whose name is Joe Fisher; Who Catalina broke up with due to his abuse with narcotics and alcohol." Amelia speaks once more, looking into the crowd of agents for any commentary or questions so far.
"Have we been able to get an interview with the ex-fiance?" Beth speaks out, putting her hand onto her cheek. Leaning onto the table to get a better view of her boss in front of her.
"No," Amelia starts simply, "So far he has gone off the grid; No cell phone service, no credit card activity. It seems he's laying low, avoiding us. If he has any news outlets, he is sure to know we are on his tail." As Amelia finishes, Beth nods, beginning to jot down on her own papers.
She continues, "We can conclude however, most of these victims are women. All of various ethnicities, but they have the same structure as our latest victim."
"I want everyone on this team to look out for Joe: Agent Ontario you need to set up a conference with the media for anyone who knows Joe Fisher." Amelia looks towards the blonde in the direct front of the table. The woman nods her head, holding her pen and paper in her small hands.
"Got it," Kaitlyn says, giving a short response to her boss.
Amelia was glad that many of her top agents were straight to business. Straight to the point about their questions, and able to take the directions she gave them. If they didn't, she knew that her conference room would be empty by the time she filtered all of them out. Having a large team was never an issue, however many would come in thinking that they were the best. Hot shots, going to the top of the room: Until they met her.
She put them in their place, kicking them straight out the door.
Amelia clicks the remote, "Moving on," The next image appears. An older man, aged roughly to the picture around his sixties. HIs left face was covered in large tattoos, a scruff on his chin and over his lips. On top of his head was blonde hair, but it was dyed to an extent. The strands were frayed, and grey hairs poked their way through the chemicals and bleach. Bushy eyebrows cover over his eyes, dark as night. With crystal blue eyes, pools of deep waters that you could jump into. Yet this man, would swallow a person whole if they even got too close.
"The mafia cartel: "Whispers Blood" has become more widespread in Los Angeles. I suggest we infiltrate the situation." Amelia taps the remote in her other hand, eyeing the others to dare object to her words. She may have said she suggested it, but she meant the opposite. They were going to go into this mission, and whoever dared to accompany her would do so.
"The leader's name, Ricardo Lonade; Is very keen on being seen in the corner of our eyes. We are going undercover to get it shut down."
Beth clears her throat, "Have you decided who's going undercover through this operation?" To which Amelia chuckles. She knew that this was a determining factor for many of the agents here. Getting the chance to go undercover, and prove themselves to her. Possibly becoming higher within the team.
"I'll be going into this operation," Amelia points her remote towards the blonde in front of her. "With Agent Wilson," Then, to the woman across the table; A red head. "--and Agent Leon. We need women for this, these men have a heavy sex drive for younger women."
Both women look towards each other, with grins on their faces. Going undercover with their boss was a huge accomplishment, and opportunity. If Amelia picked you for a mission, it was because she knew you had potential; She had her entire trust that you would succeed with no issues. If you failed, there would be no next time. Some agents sigh in relief they were not picked, while others begrudgingly congratulate the two for their selection.
"The operation will conclude tomorrow. If you have any questions feel free to come by my office to ask them." Amelia clicks the button on the remote, causing the projector to shut off and its screen go black. She places the remote on the table beside her. "Meeting dismissed."
With the signal of the meeting being adjourned, people begin to rise from their seats. Gathering their things within their arms, bags, and shuffling out of the door. With roaring conversations as many continued their conversations elsewhere. Amelia stands still, eyes trailing as she watches many of the lower agents leave for their positions. Nodding them farewell as a kind gesture. Amelia's emerald eyes land back onto her top agents.
Agent Onatrio, who was speaking to Agent Wilson. Chatting like two young women on a girls day, or something more wholesome to the mind. Both women were capable of great, challenging and empowering one another. Yet, they both were too curious for their own good. About many things that were not in their jurisdiction, or for their personal business. Then Agent Leon, red hair being placed neatly into a bun. Her hands roughly push into her hair, before sticking two pencils through to hold it. Ellis Leon, was a fierce woman. Amelia's right hand man in a way, who she depended on for the most dangerous tasks. She had no worries ever for her. Lastly, was Agent Linch. Zackary Linch, her boyfriend's older brother. In his early 30's, and yet he was the most troublesome to her. She knew what he was doing, with the way he had stared at her when she had walked past before the conference. Zackary, was digging into something that he knew he should not be.
Digging into something about her. That, was a bad move for someone in his position to make.
Like a lion eyeing its prey, Amelia stalks towards him. Watching him as he packed his things up obviously to her movement. The lion continues to move towards the gazelle. With any moment being the smaller animals' last moments, when the lion roars its mighty roar. Sinking its teeth into the flesh, and ripping the skin and meat off its bones. Where the gazelle screams and tries to run, but the lion is stronger than ever. The lion is the king, the lion never stops tearing into the gazelle.
Amelia stops in front of him, her posture strong and tall. "I know you were on my computer. I don't know what you're trying to dig up." As she speaks, her voice booms in his face. The man looks up instantly, eyes widened as his boss taunts him with her words. There is the clear look of fear on his face, glistening in his eyes.
It was exactly what she wanted.
Amelia leans close to the man's ear, gripping tight suddenly onto his shoulder. Zackary lightly gasps. "Stay out of my past, it's not something to be brought up ever again."
She pulls back, gripping his shoulder harder. "Got it?"
His panicked look continues, before nodding his head frantically in response.
"Good." Amelia simply states, before turning away from the man.
Whether he was scared of her or not, she had gotten her point across. What was left in the past, was supposed to stay there. Amelia had lost everything within the past, and had climbed out of the fires of Hell to be where she was. If anyone, even one of her own was to uncover the dark secrets she had erased from the world: She would lose it all. The time she had worked hard to become who she was, would all be for nothing. Those who looked up to her, would turn on her. Would keep her as the title that those in her hometown always spouted. The busy streets of New York City, where news spread like wildfire.
Walking down the streets, always hearing the words: "Cursed!" "You're cursed!" "A treacherous woman who kills everyone she speaks to!"
Never again would she be that scared little girl, flowing pink locks against her back. Her heart was made open for any man, or woman to walk into: To completely shatter her into a million pieces.
Amelia Reston was another woman, and she would make sure her secrets were kept deep in the ground.
No one would open Pandora's box.