Post by Patrick D'Arcy on Feb 28, 2015 12:49:48 GMT -8
The weather was slowly becoming less frigid and Patrick was taking advantage of the slightly less cold weather and he was having his lunch out in the picnic area. He had his chicken salad on the table in front of him as he turned it over and over with his fork, his mind in a million places at once as he tried to fit things together.
The news about there being a shooter on the campus had come as a bit of a shock, he though that in leaving the BAU, he'd also be leaving the idea of shooters behind as well, but it didn't seem to be the case.
He looked across the campus toward the area that it had all happened, trying to piece things together, understand the actions that had happened, and then he shook his head, that wasn't his life any more, he was now nothing more than a teacher at a school, a man who was on the search for his twin daughters. He shivered as the thought of his daughters reminded him of a phone call of someone saying they had information, after that though, his memory went a bit fuzzy. He frowned as he spared a piece of chicken onto his fork and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he tired to work out the mind of the shooter, the UNSUB - or unknown subject, but without the relevant information, he had nothing... nothing yet, anyway.
The news about there being a shooter on the campus had come as a bit of a shock, he though that in leaving the BAU, he'd also be leaving the idea of shooters behind as well, but it didn't seem to be the case.
He looked across the campus toward the area that it had all happened, trying to piece things together, understand the actions that had happened, and then he shook his head, that wasn't his life any more, he was now nothing more than a teacher at a school, a man who was on the search for his twin daughters. He shivered as the thought of his daughters reminded him of a phone call of someone saying they had information, after that though, his memory went a bit fuzzy. He frowned as he spared a piece of chicken onto his fork and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he tired to work out the mind of the shooter, the UNSUB - or unknown subject, but without the relevant information, he had nothing... nothing yet, anyway.