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Delicately he leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"mm, come home soon, Kay?"
"potassium." he laughed, and stroked his damp hair.the thin male whined and bumped the hand at his forehead.
"you still have a fever... Dont go to work today."
"I have to..."
"what about this case?"
"which? Oh, Gage, he's just a whore. He was looking for a pay day, our me showed his wounds were self inflicted."
"just a whore?! There's no such thing as a bad lead. Did you at leaSt get his address?"
"oh for Pete sake he's just a whore! I doubt he's even at the same address..."
"if he's the survivor, then he may have seen his face, he could give us some insight on what really happened! You can not just right him off because of his life style."
"I... I just, he's a whore, a criminal..."
Later...
"Garcia, I need you to find someone for us."
"who?"
"a victim by the name of Gage."
"is that all you have?"
"Gage Deelem, he's in his twenties."
"well... I don't have his address, but I have found some of his history. He's been arrested several time for.... Whoa... Oh poor baby...."
"what is it garcia?"
"well it's goes from bad to worse.... His mother died in a home invasion when he was eight. She was tortured and murdered in front of him and they found him under her dead body. He was sent to his dead beat father who neglected him, and when he wasn't neglecting him he was beating him. His father was sited several times for Gage being absent from school. Then he was sited several more times because there was no food in the cupboards. Finally after years of abuse Gage ran away from home at fourteen. Of course he barely got away and he was sucked up into the world of prostitution. He was arrested when he was fifteen and put back with father and then looks like he ran away again and wasn't heard from again until he was arrested on his seventeenth birthday.
Gage opened the door.
"I'm... G-g-Gage?" he peaked out from the crack in the door.
"I'm agent Reid, and this is agent Prientess, may we come in?" he paused.
"may I see your badges again?" they offered them again and he gazed closer. Then he slammed the door shut and the sounds of locks could be heard. He opened it and waved them in.
"would you like something to drink? I ju-just put the kettle o-on..." he stumbled over his words.
"yes, that would be nice, thank you."
"we actually wanted to talk to you, about what happened..."
"when?"
"you stumbled into a police station Christmas eve, last year." the thin man stopped turned and crossed his arms.
"oh," his tongue met his cheek. "really? Why in gods name do you want to know about that?! I mean," he scoffed hatefully, "everyone knows I made it up, right? I was just a whore looking for a pay day."
 demon strait outta_hell · Mon Nov 21, 2011 @ 06:19am · 0 Comments |
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