The Bookkeeper (( Krys & Angel ))

[Angel216]

((And this is the Bookkeeper's looks ))

It was early morning, around 4 am when The Bookkeeper got the call on her disposable cell phone. It was her best employee, Diane, calling to make a report on her latest assignment. The Bookkeeper leaned back, a smile playing upon her face at the good news and then when they disconnected, she made another phone call to one of her many employees, giving him directions to deliver Diane's paycheck to her.

The Bookkeeper had many, many different houses situated across the states, it was one of the perks of the job. She had made so much money off of the different markets she facilitated, that she had money to buy the houses. Right now she was in one that was situated on a cliffside overlooking the coast of California. Each week, a new disposable phone was delivered to her by Diane and it made her almost untrackable, but she knew she had to be careful, to stay under the radar, which is why she rarely went out to do an assignment herself. If she didn't do the assignments, she was untraceable and she liked to keep it that way. She stood up, put on some coffee and then flicked on the TV to the news station to get the latest updates in the Nation and the world.

(( This is Diane ))


Diane hung up the phone, it was early in the morning and she smirked as she stood in the ditch alongside the road in Missouri. It seemed as if another one of The Bookkeepers employees had failed her and she had called Diane to take care of it. "No loose ends, No mercy." Diane though as she ran her finger down the blade that she had used to slit the throat of the girl in the ditch. It had been easy and she had enjoyed it, she also knew that she would be paid well, but now it was time to disappear before the cops discovered the body.

Diane had long, wavy and black hair that fell to the middle of her waist and hazel eyes that burned with a undeniable deadliness that hung about her. She had a short, slim and athletic build, but that was alright, it allowed her to be fast. She chuckled as she turned, tucking her blade back into her pocket as she slipped into the early dusk before it got too light outside, disappearing as if she had never been there.






Penelope Garcia rolled out of bed, groaning slightly, she had a alarm clock in her head that woke her up early each morning. Sometimes it killed her, but she didn't mind all too much, besides she worked better early in the morning. She got up, slipping into the slippers beside her bed and padded to the kitchen. There she put on the coffee and then went to turn on the News while the coffee was being made, she went into the kitchen, and fished around until she found a blueberry bagel and plucked it out as she put cream on it and then put it onto a plate. Pouring herself some black coffee to wake her up, she went back into the living room

She had just kicked back, was eating her bagel and was sipping her coffee, when suddenly she coughed, sputtered and almost choked on the headline that morning. A young woman had been killed, though it was thought to be suicide by a slit of the throat. Penelope knew better than that and knew that the woman had been killed, she had to let her partner know and so she picked up her phone and dialed his number, praying he'd be awake.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Donovan looked around as he waited for his ride, he had been hooked up with a pretty decent sounding job and he wasn't one to turn down a nice pay day. The man was one of the most dangerous men to set foot on American soil, he was a German man who had come to the U.S with his father when he was a teenager, he was raised to be a killer from a young age his father was a hit man and a wanted man eventually the law caught up with Donovan's father and the man was shot dead in front of his own eyes. Ever since that day he's despised the American law enforcement system, so much so he's even been known to toy with the people who work for it.

He pulled a cigarette from the pack that was in his coat pocket and lit it taking a nice long drag off of it while he waited. Donovan then looked at his watch to check the time wondering where in the hell the person was that he was supposed to meet up with.

"Yep I already know get down to the office we have a new guy on the team he's gonna need info and we need you on those computers while we're out on the field" ,Hotch stated to Garcia before she could get a word out. It was the third murder in the area this month and he was going to get to the bottom of this all. He had just hired a young detective from New York, he had heard some good things about him and was eager to see how he worked on the team.

Hotch took a sip of his coffee then set it down on his desk before picking up his phone and calling his new guy. After he finished up with the call he sat down and began to look through the paperwork on his desk concerning the murder. The team would have to travel to Missouri to check it out and examine all evidence with the local police force there and hopefully find the killer and nine out of ten times they usually got their criminal it just took some time.

Gabe walked into the FBI headquarters and gave his name at the front desk then was sent to Hotch, when he reached the man's office he sat down and looked to the man. "Mornin' Boss any cases you want to put me on right off the bat" ,Gabe stated with a small laugh. Of course he wasn't expecting to be put on a case right away, he knew that they would probably want to train him with a few things first. The man was surprised when Hotch pushed a picture of a victim towards him.

"This woman was killed in Missouri a few hours ago, we're going to be heading there soon to examine the area and get an id on the victim then we can start the profiling process and try to find an unsub, you do understand what you're to do right Kingston?" ,Hotch asked.

"Yes sir I've been doing this stuff for quite a bit I'm sure I can help you out a bit just give me any information I need to know" ,Gabe said in response.

"As soon as Garcia gets here she'll give you and the rest of the team a map of the area and seeing as you're the new guy you get to help her pack up all her equipment she has quite a bit and we're in a hurry if we weren't then she would be packing it all herself, she hates when anyone touches her computers so treat them as if they were fine china" ,Hotch told him.

Gabe gave the man a nod and a confused look as he let everything process when he finally thought everything over he stood up and shook Hotch's hand and made his way into the staff room and poured himself a cup of coffee while he waited for Garcia to get there. When he finished pouring himself a cup he sat down and placed his feet up onto the table and took a sip from his cup.

 

[Angel216]

Diane had disappeared, just like that, but she had known that cops, perhaps even the FBI would flock to the scene immediately. Oh well, she wasn't there, in fact she wasn't even in the state of Missouri anymore. She was just debarking from a private flight to meet a new recruit. She had been given instructions to go to him, to see if he was indeed trustworthy. His name was Donovan Bryce and she sauntered towards a figure that was smoking, she was in downtown california after taking the flight there. This is where the Bookkeeper was, but apparently it was also where Donovan was supposed to be.

As she got closer to him she saw he had a big and muscular build, this could be a good thing or a bad thing. If he was trustworthy, then it was a very good thing, he'd be able to do assignments, perhaps assignments like hers. However, if he turned out to be untrustworthy, it'd be a very bad thing, a very bad thing indeed. She sauntered closer then stood about 5 feet from him, "Are you Donovan Bryce?" She asked out loud, not daring to venture closer as she had to always remain cautious, wary and alert. Her hand instinctively went inside her pocket where she kept the blade, she was supposed to pick him up and take him to The Bookkeeper, but first she waited for his response.





Garcia groaned, she hadn't even gotten a word out before she was told to go to the station. She stood up, quickly finishing her bagel and her coffee as she tossed the plastic coffee cup into the sink and made her way, quickly to the showers and then to get dress. She was literally hopping into her clothes, grumbling, she had heard someone was going to help her transport her equipment to the van so that it could be transported to Missouri. She wasn't too happy about that, considering the young man was new, she scoffed, why did she of all people had to go down to Missouri, Missouri for god's sake that was one hell of a long way from home. She sighed, then shrugged it off, she wasn't going to let this ruin her day, after all she was optimistic and besides that this could actually be fun.

She scooped up her purse and car keys, headed out and drove to the station, where she walked in. She clocked in and then headed straight to the lab to meet the young man that was going to help her pack up her computers.