I'm Your Boogeyman

October 27, 2013

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! For those who have a Valentine, good for you! For those who don't, here's this. Consider it a gift from me to you. Also, I made fortune cookies for the first time. I had to fold them right when they came out of the oven, and I have learned (by the looks of my hands) that I will never make them again.  

"Garcia, did you find him?" A tall, angry looking man walked into the room briskly, stopping in front of the desk. 

"Yes, sir, I did. Should I call him?" Garcia asked. 

"Yes." The tall man then turned his attention to you. "You're Y/N L/N, right?" 

"Yes, sir." You replied. 

"My name is Aaron Hotchner; I'm with the FBI. Come with me, please." He turned swiftly and walked towards the bulletin room, and you followed on his heels. 

He closed the door and gestured for you to sit at the table. He sat across from you and slid you what looked to be a very thick case file. 

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, almost gently. 

"No, sir." 

"This is the file we've gathered on your aunt over the course of just under twenty-four hours." He then pulled out an even thicker case file. "And this is what we managed to gather on your uncle." 

You sat, staring at the case files. A/N's file was maybe two centimeters thick, but U/N's... well, let's just say, Cardi B seemed like a twig compared to it. 

"Now, if we add in the evidence you brought in," He slid in the large stack of papers Michael had gifted you with. "That's enough evidence to bring him to the high court." 

You stayed silent, a nagging feeling telling you where this was going. 

"I need to know where you got the papers." 

After a minute, you stammered out, "L-lawyer." 

"This isn't an interrogation, it's just another person we could have testify against your uncle. Now, where'd you get them?" 

You stayed silent still. 

"It's a criminal, isn't it?" He asked. 

You nodded. 

"Did you know that they were compiling this?" 

"Not until about two in the morning." 

"Well, then, you can't be tried as an accessory. I need the name of the criminal." 

"I can't tell you that." 

"Why not?" 

"You won't ever catch him." 

Aaron seemed to hold back a laugh. "We've caught more serial killers than you think. If anyone can find this person, the Behavioral Analysis Unit can. Who is it?" 

"Hotchner?" Sherriff Morgan walked into the room, a very afraid look on his face. "One of your criminals just walked in." 

"Really?" Aaron stood up. "Who?" 

"Michael Myers."

Aaron looked to you, then to the main room (seeing that there was, sure enough, a serial killer named Michael Myers standing there), then back to you. 

"It's him, isn't it?" 

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Michael had gone peacefully into the interrogation room. It's not like he could say anything, but he went anyways. Aaron went back to talk to Michael, and he sent another agent to talk to you.