For all those who requested it, especially Driv3r here is a tickle fic starring Special Agent Jennifer “JJ” Jareau on Criminal Minds. This is just the prologue, the good stuff comes later. Enjoy!
Criminal Minds – The Inhuman Ordeal of Special Agent Jareau
Special Agent Jennifer “JJ” Jareau stifled a yawn. It was early evening but she had already been awake for almost 24 hours. She rubbed the heel of her hand against her eyes as she drove her black Ford Explorer. The rush hour traffic had already died down so the streets were quiet. As far as JJ was concerned her immediate destiny involved a soak in the tub, whatever looked edible from room service followed by a good, long sleep.
She rolled her shoulders and rubbed the tired muscles in the back of her slender neck as she reflected on the BAU’s current case. It wasn’t their usual domain as happily none of the victims had been killed or even injured. The perpetrator had been abducting women and tickling them. Sometimes he just tickled their feet or underarms or sometimes their entire bodies. Some were held for an hour, some for a couple of days. All were released unharmed but understandably shaken and traumatised by their ordeal. Local law enforcement was baffled. There was no link between the women apart from the fact they were all attractive. They had all been abducted in different ways and the perpetrator was being very clever in covering his tracks. Descriptions of the abductor varied wildly and as yet the profilers had found no discernible patterns in his behaviour.
At first JJ had found the concept vaguely amusing, but then her colleague, Dr Spenser Reid had produced historical accounts from China of Arabia of tickling being used as a punishment and in some cases even a torture in centuries past. Even today there was a wealth of tickling material available over the internet. She had even browsed some of the forums herself.
There were hundreds of stories written by tickling enthusiasts and Reid had scoured them for similarities to the perpetrator’s MO. The names of the authors swam through her head; Jersey Tickler, Slavertickler, Shadowtklr and even a guy called Marquis De Sade! They ruled out all the high-profile authors straightaway. They knew their guy would not be making himself so visible.
She was cruising down a quiet side street when she was shaken out of her thoughts by a sudden crunching jolt. Her head snapped forward and her seatbelt locked tight across her body as she was thrown forward.
“Ouch! What the…?” She muttered to herself. Obviously she had just been caught up in a fender bender.
She looked in her rear view mirror to see a green van bearing the name of a lanscaping company. The driver’s side door opened and a guy got out. He was wearing a flannel workshirt and khaki pants. He had straggly red hair and a goatee and was wearing black wraparound glasses like the ones competitive cyclists wore.
“Oh damn, I’m sorry, my fault entirely…” His palms were up in a non-threatening gesture.
“Dammit.” JJ sighed. “I could do without this at the moment.” She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and smoothed it back behind her ears. She popped open her seatbelt, opened her door and got out to inspect the damage.
The other driver had his palms on the back of his head and was shaking his head. “I’m real sorry. It doesn’t look too bad though.” He didn’t think the young blonde woman before him looked too bad either. JJ was slim and pretty with striking blue eyes. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, a snug-fitting black turtleneck, dark blue jeans and black boots.
JJ caught him looking her up and down. Well it wasn’t the first time in her life a guy had checked her out. “I take it you have insurance details?” She said in a very business like fashion.
“Oh yeah, sure. “ He replied, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “In the van, I’ll get ‘em.”
JJ squatted down and inspected the damage. A cracked taillight and some denting on the rear fender. Nothing serious. She stood up as she heard the driver behind her.
“You know, you have the most incredible blue eyes.” He said with a grin.
JJ proceeded to roll those incredible blue eyes but the cheesy line brought a faint smile to her lips. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to pick her up, limit the damage claim or both. She guessed the latter.
“You have your details there?” She enquired politely.
“Yeah. You know, after we’re done, perhaps I could make this up to you, buy you a cup of coffee?” The driver said hopefully, turning up the wattage on his grin.
“Thanks but I’ve had a long day.” JJ said, turning back to look at the damage to her fender.
“I’ll just bet you have, Special Agent Jareau.” He replied.
JJ froze for a split second. She had been set up! Instinct and training took over and she whirled back towards the driver, her hand dipping under her jacket to the Glock 19 holstered on her belt.
Her reaction had been anticipated though. JJ kept herself in excellent physical condition and moved rapidly but her assailant had the initiative. He was also bigger, faster and stronger.
His left hand seized her right, preventing her from drawing her weapon. He pressed his body tightly against her, jamming her back into the side of her vehicle. His right hand clamped a cotton pad soaked with chloroform over her nose and mouth.
JJ struggled valiantly but it was a losing battle. She was bent backwards against the solid bulk of the SUV and she could get no leverage to fight back. Her assailant held her in place, enjoying her struggles and watching with more than a hint of pleasure as her wide blue eyes, grew glassy and unfocused. Eventually her eyelids fluttered and then closed and she sagged in his arms.
He held the cloth in place for a few more seconds, even after she had gone totally limp. When he was happy that she was fully under his control he lifted her easily into his arms and carried her to his van. He placed her in the back, removed her gun holster and cellphone and tied her hands and ankles together with the kind of plastic ties IT guys used for bunching cables together.
The driver took a deep breath and exhaled, calming his throbbing pulse. He always got over-excited when he did this. He reached over and squeezed JJ through her leather boot, imagining the shapely foot and toes encased within. He would find out soon enough.
“Sleep tight, sleeping beauty.” He whispered, then slammed the door. He jogged back to JJ’s Explorer, took the keys out and locked it. He wouldn’t want anyone stealing it after all. He slammed the door shut and climbed up into the driver’s seat. He switched JJ’s phone off and shoved it into the glove compartment along with her gun. The red wig, shades and false beard were bagged in a ziploc before joining them. The driver keyed his ignition, drove past JJ’s car and pulled out, signalling his turn first like the upstanding citizen he was.
Half an hour later, a police cruiser came across the abandoned black SUV. The vehicle seemed safe and intact, save for some minor damage to the rear fender. Unfortunately there was no sign of the pretty blonde FBI agent who had been driving it.
To be continued…
Criminal Minds – The Inhuman Ordeal of Special Agent Jareau
Special Agent Jennifer “JJ” Jareau stifled a yawn. It was early evening but she had already been awake for almost 24 hours. She rubbed the heel of her hand against her eyes as she drove her black Ford Explorer. The rush hour traffic had already died down so the streets were quiet. As far as JJ was concerned her immediate destiny involved a soak in the tub, whatever looked edible from room service followed by a good, long sleep.
She rolled her shoulders and rubbed the tired muscles in the back of her slender neck as she reflected on the BAU’s current case. It wasn’t their usual domain as happily none of the victims had been killed or even injured. The perpetrator had been abducting women and tickling them. Sometimes he just tickled their feet or underarms or sometimes their entire bodies. Some were held for an hour, some for a couple of days. All were released unharmed but understandably shaken and traumatised by their ordeal. Local law enforcement was baffled. There was no link between the women apart from the fact they were all attractive. They had all been abducted in different ways and the perpetrator was being very clever in covering his tracks. Descriptions of the abductor varied wildly and as yet the profilers had found no discernible patterns in his behaviour.
At first JJ had found the concept vaguely amusing, but then her colleague, Dr Spenser Reid had produced historical accounts from China of Arabia of tickling being used as a punishment and in some cases even a torture in centuries past. Even today there was a wealth of tickling material available over the internet. She had even browsed some of the forums herself.
There were hundreds of stories written by tickling enthusiasts and Reid had scoured them for similarities to the perpetrator’s MO. The names of the authors swam through her head; Jersey Tickler, Slavertickler, Shadowtklr and even a guy called Marquis De Sade! They ruled out all the high-profile authors straightaway. They knew their guy would not be making himself so visible.
She was cruising down a quiet side street when she was shaken out of her thoughts by a sudden crunching jolt. Her head snapped forward and her seatbelt locked tight across her body as she was thrown forward.
“Ouch! What the…?” She muttered to herself. Obviously she had just been caught up in a fender bender.
She looked in her rear view mirror to see a green van bearing the name of a lanscaping company. The driver’s side door opened and a guy got out. He was wearing a flannel workshirt and khaki pants. He had straggly red hair and a goatee and was wearing black wraparound glasses like the ones competitive cyclists wore.
“Oh damn, I’m sorry, my fault entirely…” His palms were up in a non-threatening gesture.
“Dammit.” JJ sighed. “I could do without this at the moment.” She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and smoothed it back behind her ears. She popped open her seatbelt, opened her door and got out to inspect the damage.
The other driver had his palms on the back of his head and was shaking his head. “I’m real sorry. It doesn’t look too bad though.” He didn’t think the young blonde woman before him looked too bad either. JJ was slim and pretty with striking blue eyes. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, a snug-fitting black turtleneck, dark blue jeans and black boots.
JJ caught him looking her up and down. Well it wasn’t the first time in her life a guy had checked her out. “I take it you have insurance details?” She said in a very business like fashion.
“Oh yeah, sure. “ He replied, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “In the van, I’ll get ‘em.”
JJ squatted down and inspected the damage. A cracked taillight and some denting on the rear fender. Nothing serious. She stood up as she heard the driver behind her.
“You know, you have the most incredible blue eyes.” He said with a grin.
JJ proceeded to roll those incredible blue eyes but the cheesy line brought a faint smile to her lips. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to pick her up, limit the damage claim or both. She guessed the latter.
“You have your details there?” She enquired politely.
“Yeah. You know, after we’re done, perhaps I could make this up to you, buy you a cup of coffee?” The driver said hopefully, turning up the wattage on his grin.
“Thanks but I’ve had a long day.” JJ said, turning back to look at the damage to her fender.
“I’ll just bet you have, Special Agent Jareau.” He replied.
JJ froze for a split second. She had been set up! Instinct and training took over and she whirled back towards the driver, her hand dipping under her jacket to the Glock 19 holstered on her belt.
Her reaction had been anticipated though. JJ kept herself in excellent physical condition and moved rapidly but her assailant had the initiative. He was also bigger, faster and stronger.
His left hand seized her right, preventing her from drawing her weapon. He pressed his body tightly against her, jamming her back into the side of her vehicle. His right hand clamped a cotton pad soaked with chloroform over her nose and mouth.
JJ struggled valiantly but it was a losing battle. She was bent backwards against the solid bulk of the SUV and she could get no leverage to fight back. Her assailant held her in place, enjoying her struggles and watching with more than a hint of pleasure as her wide blue eyes, grew glassy and unfocused. Eventually her eyelids fluttered and then closed and she sagged in his arms.
He held the cloth in place for a few more seconds, even after she had gone totally limp. When he was happy that she was fully under his control he lifted her easily into his arms and carried her to his van. He placed her in the back, removed her gun holster and cellphone and tied her hands and ankles together with the kind of plastic ties IT guys used for bunching cables together.
The driver took a deep breath and exhaled, calming his throbbing pulse. He always got over-excited when he did this. He reached over and squeezed JJ through her leather boot, imagining the shapely foot and toes encased within. He would find out soon enough.
“Sleep tight, sleeping beauty.” He whispered, then slammed the door. He jogged back to JJ’s Explorer, took the keys out and locked it. He wouldn’t want anyone stealing it after all. He slammed the door shut and climbed up into the driver’s seat. He switched JJ’s phone off and shoved it into the glove compartment along with her gun. The red wig, shades and false beard were bagged in a ziploc before joining them. The driver keyed his ignition, drove past JJ’s car and pulled out, signalling his turn first like the upstanding citizen he was.
Half an hour later, a police cruiser came across the abandoned black SUV. The vehicle seemed safe and intact, save for some minor damage to the rear fender. Unfortunately there was no sign of the pretty blonde FBI agent who had been driving it.
To be continued…
