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Dancing, Drugs, and Lies (Pt.2)

BAU x OC Aundreya

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Summary: Morgan’s cousin is in danger. Aundreya decides to use some of her ‘special talents’ to help the team find her. Story seven.

Category: Working a case with the team. A bit angsty, I guess.

Warnings: Cussing. Drugs. Implied drug abuse. Normal CM gore and situations.

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction and I don’t actually know about drugs or exotic dancers.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

When I got back to the office, I could feel the tension radiating through the room.

“What’s going on?” I asked carefully.

“The tox screen came back and they were only able to identify three of the substances in the mixture: heroin, cocaine, and MDMA,” Reid said.

“So there are more within the mixture?” I clarified.

“Their best guess is that there are two others in there.”

“What? And they can’t test it?” I was flabbergasted. How could a lab not test drugs? Wasn’t that literally half their job?

“They’re saying that they’re being overpowered by the other three in the mix, and they don’t have a good starting point as to what the others would be.”

“Do we have the drug?” I asked. I could give a stab at it. I was, what one could describe as, well versed in drugs.

“It’s in evidence,” Spencer said, skepticism coating his voice. Instead of explaining, I marched out of our meeting room and headed straight to evidence.

When I got back, everyone was looking at me. I opened the bag and dumped just a little bit on the round table.

“What are you doing?” Hotch asked. I pinched the white powder between my fingers and lightly rubbed them together.

“I’ve had a lot of experience with drugs. I’m just trying to figure out what the other two are,” I said.

“You’re not going to be able to do that. Especially not by just looking and touching because a lot of drugs come in white powder form,” JJ said.

I sighed. “I know, you’re right. But if I can figure out what the other two are, is that information going to lead us to our unsub?”

“There’s a very good chance. Obtaining five different drugs would hopefully leave enough records to track someone down, especially if the other two aren’t classic street drugs,” Reid said.

“Okay,” I said, ignoring the lingering question pertaining to my motives. I took a deep breath as everyone’s eyes were still on me. I looked around at the people in the room, trying to completely absorb them in their entirety, attempting to remember as much of reality as I could. Then, before anyone could bat an eyelash, I swooped toward the table and sniffed up whatever powder I had put there.

Amanda was not messing around when she said they acted almost instantly. I had barely raised my head back up when the euphoric feeling hit me. That must be the cocaine.

Cocaine acted the fastest so I would feel that first. Someone was grabbing my shoulder, ushering me to sit down, but I swatted them away.

“Shut up,” I mumbled. The noise around me had amplified, either because of the drugs, or… because of the drugs. Because I had taken the drugs, and people were freaking out.

The noise didn’t stop so I yelled, “Shut up!” That did it. “Listen to me,” I said, looking at everyone around the room. “There is nothing you can do about it now but let it run its course. I need you to trust me. Like I said … I’ve had a lot of experience with a lot of different drugs. I need you … I need you to let me do this my way. I can help,” I said. Sentences were already hard to concentrate on forming.

“What are you feeling?” It sounded like Emily.

“Yes, can confirm, there is cocaine in this,” I responded. “What do I look like? Like do you see any signs of other drugs?”

“Your pupils haven’t changed, but your eyes are watering,” JJ said, leaning in.

“Okay yeah. So we know there is also heroin in it,” I said.

“Wait, what?”

“Cocaine would make my pupils big, but heroin would make them small, so they’re balancing out. Also, heroin causes watery eyes along with flushed and itchy skin and a runny nose and drowsiness,” I explained. Speaking of, I was starting to feel woozy and put my hands out on the table.

Definitely heroin.

“Thank you, Doctor Spencer Reid,” Prentiss joked.

“You’re welcome, Aundreya Chambers,” I clapped back. It was almost always me that was on the receiving end of the info-dumping.

“Touché,” Emily acknowledged.

Spencer, ignoring our jabs, reached his hand out and placed it on my neck, which shocked my whole system. His hand felt like ice pricking my burning skin.

“That must be the MDMA,” he said, retracting his hand. He was checking my temperature and pulse. Nice. I looked up at him and immediately turned away, grimacing. “What, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. You’re right, Molly’s kicking in, that’s all,” I sighed.

“I don’t understand,” Hotch questioned. If I wasn’t so high and using every ounce of willpower not to be dragged under by the euphoria pounding in my head, I’d make a smartass remark regarding Aaron’s uneducatedness in the realm of drugs. Not like I expected anything different.

“MDMA usually causes hallucinations, and some of them can get pretty weird and pretty graphic. She must be experiencing one now,” Emily explained, and I was grateful she stepped in. Wait. Ha! Of course Emily knows the effects of MDMA. I should have guessed.

I tried to look up at her to silently thank her, but her face was too messed up and I had to look away. Now I just had to wait for other signs of other drugs.

“Your hand twitched.” It was a voice that I hadn’t heard before.

“Huh?”

“Your hand. It’s twitching,” the small, squeaky voice restated. I whipped my head around to identify the source and it was a little girl in a white sunflower dress. “Look.” I directed my attention to my hand and she was right. It was in fact twitching.

“That’s not a cocaine thing, right?” I asked her. My mind was getting foggier by the second.

“What’s not a cocaine th-” JJ started.

“Shh!” I snapped. I bent down and stretched my neck out as far as I could toward the girl to get as close to her as possible without moving a foot.

“No. It’s not,” she answered simply, “so then what is it?”

“I don’t - I don’t know,” I racked my brain, but nothing was coming.

“Your foot. You’re tapping your foot,” she said.

“What does that have to do-” I tried.

“And your eyes. Everything looks shaky, doesn’t it? They’re moving around really fast,” she said in that high pitched, sing-songy voice.

“What other drug does that?”

She just shrugged at me. Twitching, fast eyes, uncontrollable and jumpy muscles…

“Hyperactivity,” I realized.

“What?” someone around me asked.

“Hyperactivity! Spence, what’s the drug that makes you super hyped up?”

“There are a lot that do that,” he said, and I jumped. His voice came from the right side of me and I snapped my head up to look at him. Had he always been standing there? I thought for sure he was on the other side of me.

“There’s Adderall, concerta, dexedrine-”

“No, no, no. Twitching, jumpy muscles, shaky eyes, that kind of thing,” I said, getting impatient, knowing that I didn’t have time to spare for one of his lists right now.

“Methamphetamine?”

“Yes! Yes! That’s the one! There’s meth in here too,” I verified.

“Can I ask you something?” Emily asked. I nodded.

“Who are you talking to?” I turned around to look at the little girl. She waved at me.

“Uh, there’s a uh …” How should I explain this? “She’s helping me figure out what I’m on.”

“Who’s she?”

“This girl over here,” I said, turning back to face Prentiss and pointing my thumb over my shoulder.

“Cool, cool. That girl is obviously a hallucination-”

“I know that,” I interrupted.

“Right, but a hallucination from what drug?” Prentiss asked. My eyes got wide.

“Em, you’re a genius! Not to take anything away from the actual genius over here. Not saying that you aren’t smart or like super-nearly-genius-material or anything-”

“Aundreya,” JJ said sternly. I swallowed and looked at her. “What drug causes that hallucination?”

“Right. Um …” I started.

“Acid,” the girl behind me helped me out.

“Yeah. What she said,” I seconded. The team looked at me. “You can’t hear her, either. Sorry. Acid.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, the swirling in my head nearly becoming too much.

“Okay, well those are the other two drugs in there,” JJ concluded. She gave me a reassuring smile. “You did great.”

I sat down, prepared to let myself fall into the euphoric feeling now that I had gotten the information we needed, but it never came.

What’s that about? I take five different drugs which are supposed to make me feel better and I get nothing?

“Let’s move you to a private room,” Rossi said, approaching me. I backed away, shaking my head. “It will only be for a little while until you come down from your high.”

“No! I don’t want to move,” I said on impulse. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was stay with people I knew, people I was comfortable with, and just curl up in a corner.

“Whatsamatter? Are you nervous?” the little girl taunted. I turned toward her, but she evaporated before I could ask her what she meant.

“Come on. I’ll help you there,” Rossi offered again. I took another step back.

“I can get to wherever it is myself,” I insisted, turning toward the door. I got halfway out when I realized, “Where is it, exactly, that we’re going?”

Rossi gave me a soft smile. “Why don’t I lead the way, and you can follow me, yeah?”

“Alright.” He led me straight to his office and shut the door. He locked it too.

“Wait, no, please don’t lock it,” I begged. He looked at me confused.

“Okay, I won’t. Is it okay if I stay in here with you for a while?” I nodded. I felt paranoid, like someone was watching me. I frantically looked around to identify anything that seemed out of place, or anyone else that could have been spying on me.

Come on, where’s that euphoria? I could use a little release right about now…

We sat there in silence for a good 20 minutes when he got up.

“Where are you going?” I asked. I would have been embarrassed by how childish and reliant my voice sounded, but I was honestly too worried about his answer.

“I’m just going to step out for a bit, and JJ is going to come in here instead. Is that alright with you?” he asked. He seemed to know a bit about how to deal with high people, yet another one I should have seen coming. I attempted to make a mental note that Emily, Rossi, and I should get high together at some point. No need to drag in inexperienced people, although I would definitely love to see our team members high. I hoped I would remember that when I was sober.

“Fine. Yeah. Sure. I’m good with that,” I said. Rossi opened the door and JJ quickly slipped in. Had she been waiting out there this whole time? Obviously not, but considering how fast she came in, it was like she was already prepared for the swap. Duh, Aundreya, you’re high and already seem to have an unstable personality. Of course she was already prepared for the swap.

Next up was Emily’s shift, but things didn’t get bad until after that, during Derek’s shift. Why’d it have to be during Derek’s shift? He already had a lot on his plate, and I didn’t even think he should have been watching me to begin with because of that, but being the good guy he was, he wanted to help in any way he could.

I started screaming. “Oh my god! Help him! Somebody please do something!”

On the floor, in a bloody heap, was none other than Spencer Reid. His body was bent in ways it shouldn’t have been, blood was pouring from his chest, his neck, his head, his mouth. And those eyes, those precious, movie star eyes, were completely glazed over. There was a split second before I started screaming in which I tried to remind myself I was high, and convince myself it was only a hallucination, but I couldn’t take that chance.

I rushed over to him on the floor and just started shouting for anyone to help and to save him. Oh dear lord just save him.

Morgan got down on the floor next to me and placed a hand on my back. “Who, Chambers? Help who?”

“Spencer!” I yelped. He got up and backed away from me. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you helping?”

“Aundreya, I’m going to be right back with help.” His gaze was the most intense I’d ever seen it. When the door opened again, I saw Spencer. My jaw hit the floor.

“Spencer?” I stammered, standing up. “Tell me that’s not real!” I gestured to the other him on the floor next to me, “Tell me that’s not fucking real!”

“I’m right here and I’m okay. What’s wrong?” he asked. He seemed sincere but I had to be sure. I glanced back to the floor where the other Spencer was still dying and bleeding profusely. I winced and tore my gaze away.

“Tell me something that I’m too stupid to come up with on my own so I know you’re not just another hallucination,” I demanded.

Without hesitation, he said, “Quantum mechanics is the science dealing with the behavior of matter and light on the atomic and subatomic scale. It attempts to describe and account for the properties of molecules and atoms and their constituents-electrons, protons, neutrons, and other more esoteric particles such as quarks and gluons. These properties include-”

“Oh thank god!” I stopped him, quickly embracing him with everything I had. I’d never been more grateful to hear his rambling, and I was pretty certain he was prepared to continue on until I knew he was real and I told him to stop.

He gladly accepted the hug, rubbing his hands up and down my back, assuring me he was real and was okay. I pulled away from him, and he cupped my face, brushing away the tears I hadn’t noticed falling. Standing so close to him with relief pulsating through me, his hands still supporting me, I suddenly had the intense urge to kiss him. I’d never felt that before, but even with the uncertainty, I was totally willing to let that urge dominate my actions. My eyes quickly scanned his face, trying to see if he was feeling the same.

What are you thinking? You are high, remember? Don’t do something stupid. This is not you thinking, this is drugged out crazy you thinking.

That was the problem, though. Even if it was drugged out, crazy me, it was still me thinking those things.

It scared me so much that I actually gained a moment of clarity, finding the willpower to turn away. Hoping he didn’t read the thoughts on my face and embarrassed by the whole thing, I said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or pull you away from what you were doing. And Derek, I’m so sorry. You already have enough to worry about, you don’t need me adding to the stress.”

“It’s okay,” they both said at the same time. Spencer’s voice was soft and supportive in contrast to Derek’s strong and understanding one, both of which I needed to hear. It was nice to have a sturdy base and a safe net to fall back on.

“You don’t need to apologize. You took a dangerous, unknown mixture of drugs just so you could help get my cousin back. The least I could do is look after you for a little while,” Derek said, changing to that silky smooth voice of his.

“And I’m just glad that I could help you out of whatever terrible thing you were seeing,” Spencer added.

“I don’t know what got into me. That’s never happened to me before,” I stated, still feeling like I owed them an explanation.

“It’s just gotta be the intense mixture of drugs,” Derek said, waving it off.

“You’re probably right…” I started, but it didn’t feel right.

‘Whatsamatter? Are you nervous?’ The little girl's voice came ringing back into my head. What was she trying to tell me?

“What’s wrong?” Reid asked, clearly able to read my troubled expression.

“I’m not sure yet. Has Garcia come up with anyone?”

“She’s narrowed it down,” he said. Why’d he pause like that?

“What’s that mean? What’re you not telling me?”

“It’s just that, uh, she has narrowed it down to eleven people.”

“Eleven? Not farther than that? There are eleven people who are using all five of these?” I asked. How is it possible that my extra information didn’t narrow it down farther than that?

“I guess, but don’t worry,” Reid quickly added, “we are still using what we know to narrow it down even further.”

“Okay,” I said, disappointed, “I wouldn’t want to hold you up.” He gave me a small smile and exited the room. It was back to just Derek and I.

Whatsamatter? Are you nervous? Something about that was not settling right with me. That girl was helping me figure out what I was on, but she just left me with a cliffhanger? A taunt? What was she trying to tell me?

I sat there for the next 20 minutes (it felt like hours) trying to figure out what was going on.

Nervous, lack of euphoria.

Think, Aundreya, think.

A hallucination that had to do with a big fear, drowsy.

Come on. There’s got to be another drug involved.

Anxiety, emotional. Wait. Anxiety.

I was anxious about moving locations, I was anxious about people switching out, I was anxious that someone was watching me. Spencer dying is a root of anxiety, not to mention just sitting here, unmoving? There’s got to be another downer in here. What downer do you have less experience with? One that would cause lots of anxiety and a hallucination you aren’t familiar with?

I racked my brain until it came to me.

OxyContin.

“OxyContin!” I yelled. Derek looked up at me, drowsiness in his eyes. I rushed toward the door and into the meeting room before he could do anything about it. “There’s OxyContin in this, too!” I must have startled them because Penelope nearly knocked her drink over from the surprise.

“Don’t do that to me!” she yelped.

“Sorry. Narrow down your search by only looking at those with access to OxyContin, either because they work in the medical field or because they or someone in their orbit just had surgery,” I commanded. My thinking felt sharp and clear.

“Okay, that leaves us with-” she stopped. Her eyes went wide. “Only one suspect. Dom Forester.”

“Address?” Aaron insisted.

“Already sent.”

“Let’s go. Morgan, Chambers, stay here,” I nodded. Morgan was about to challenge that order when I lightly grabbed his arm, leading him away from the rest of the team.

“They’ve got it,” I said.

“I know. I just wish he’d let me help more,” he complained.

“I know.”

“Hey, how are you feeling? You seem pretty clear headed for someone who is supposed to be high on now six different drugs,” he pointed out.

“Have I mentioned that I’ve had a shit ton of experience with drugs?”

“Yes you have.”

“Let’s just say I’ve built up quite the tolerance,” I said with a quick eyebrow raise. We didn’t need to get further into it.

He sighed. “Well I appreciate you doing that. Let’s just hope they catch this sonuvabitch.”

“Amen,” I replied.

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So they didn’t catch the sonuvabitch.

Actually, they didn’t catch anything. They swept his whole place, twice, and didn’t get even so much as a dirty sock on the floor. The guy was squeaky clean.

“That’s not possible,” Derek said, fuming. “Can we track his phone?”

“We tried, but it's pinged at his house for the past two months without moving. Everything we have is purely circumstantial,” Prentiss said with an undertone of pity.

“So what do we need to do to nail this guy?” I asked. We were certain it was him, but we just didn’t have anything to prove it.

It was several hours later, so I had pretty much come down from my high. Drugs pumped in and out of my system very quickly at this point.

“The best way is if we can catch him in the act,” JJ said.

“Okay, but how? You want us all to split up and stake out the clubs? That would take too long,” Morgan said.

“Well, Amanda said that he only went to three of them, so we’d only have to look at those three,” I said, trying to add some optimism.

“We don’t know if he’ll go to one of those tonight, though,” JJ said.

“Okay, let’s revisit the profile. What do we know,” Hotch redirected us.

“We know that he’s devolving because he got thrown off his routine, which probably means he’s accelerating,” Rossi said.

“It also means that he’s probably going back out tonight,” JJ added. It also means that Thia is probably dead.

“Okay, so he goes out tonight. What then? We’re at the clubs and just have to bust into all of the private rooms constantly to make sure none of them are our guy?” Morgan said. He was right. That was never going to work.

“Catch him in the act right,” I confirmed, a plan forming in my head.

“Right,” Aaron said. He looked at me suspiciously because he knew I was coming up with something.

“Why don’t you send me in? I’ll go in and act like I’m one of the dancers there, then he can-”

“No,” Emily said, cutting me off. “You’ve been through enough today. I’ll do it.”

I shook my head. “Trust me, I can-”

“I don’t think either of you should do it,” JJ said, cutting me off again. “There’s got to be a better way.”

“But this will work. We can make sure that-”

“It seems risky, but I think we can pull it off,” Morgan said, the third in a row to interrupt me. I rolled my eyes.

“How though? There are too many factors to consider,” JJ questioned.

“Well if any of you would like to let me finish one goddamned sentence around here, I’d tell you,” I snapped. They all turned to look at me. “Sorry. All I’m saying is that you can send me in as a dancer, he’ll ask for a private with me, then when we are in the private room, Dom will make his move and we catch him in the act.”

“How are you going to make sure he’ll ask for a private with you?” Morgan asked.

“Trust me. He will,” I said. If there was one thing I knew, if I paid enough attention to him and made eye contact while I was dancing, he’d almost certainly pick me for a private.

“Let me guess. ‘I have a lot of experience with dancing?’” Morgan mocked. I just nodded. “Is there anything you don’t have a lot of experience with?”

I shrugged, “Anything legal.” He blew a slight laugh out of his nose.

“That’s great and all, but you actually have to be at the right club,” Rossi stated.

“So we divide and conquer. We’ll stake out the three clubs and call to let her know which one he’s at,” Emily said.

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” Spencer asked me.

“I’m positive. Plus, I’m the only one with a heavy resistance to drugs so I’ll still have my wits about me to alert you. You’ll give me like a small button or something to push when he’s gone too far, right?” I confirmed. Hotch nodded. “Then let's do this.”

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