𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚔

𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

started — june 12, 2023
published — june 12, 2024
completed — ongoing

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© eddiecube , 2024

THIS IS THE THING with Devery Caulfield. The Jackson police department sees her as a loose cannon. A little unstable, hot-headed, impatient, with a poorly timed sense of humour. So, why haven't they fired her yet?

Because, well, she's the best they've got.

A high school graduate at fourteen-years-old, with three bachelor's degrees under her belt at twenty-three, who speaks eight languages, reads abnormally fast, remembers way too much, cracks cases faster than a whole team of senior officers, all whilst juggling being a single mother and working on her doctorate. The cases they ask the FBI for help on don't always get answered in time, so who's the one who ends up figuring everything out?

Devery.

Except, now she's gone too far.

A serial killer targeting Native American women appeared in the heart of Jackson, and the FBI took too long to get back to them. So, Dev left her daughter in the care of her parents and planted herself in the middle of their killer's hunting grounds.

She caught the bastard, managing to pull her gun on him and call for backup only after he'd nearly stuffed her the entire way into the trunk of his car, hacking off a good chunk of her hair in the process. She made the arrest, saved God-knows how many Native women in the process, but by putting herself in danger like that, the department had no choice but to take disciplinary action. They put her on desk duty, answering calls, typing up reports, torture for someone like her.

Fast forward a week and a half, and another killer has hit Jackson. Women dropping dead in the middle of crowds in broad daylight. Now, the FBI wants to get involved.

And, once again, it falls on Devery to do some schooling, because when the Behavioural Analysis Unit delivers their profile, she realises — they're wrong about this one. Their profile won't lead to the right guy, he'll get away scot-free, more women will die. Her own profile goes ignored. Just a desk cop, ignore her. Only one other person agrees with her analysis — the other young genius in the building. The one who can read faster, and remember better, who knows more overall.

And, God, does Dev hate it when someone is smarter than her.

     But, if he's the only person who'll help get this guy off the streets and into a cell... so be it.

starring ;

DEVERY CAULFIELD
tanaya beatty

and ;
rob raco as brandon caulfield
rupert grint as sean guthrie
criminal minds cast as their respective characters

DISCLAIMER:
— i do not own criminal minds. i only own my original characters and storylines. everything else belongs to the creators.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
— this story contains explicit language, major and minor character death, graphic descriptions of violence and gore, references to sex and sexual assault (including rape), references to mental health (anxiety, depression, ptsd), alcohol and drug abuse, descriptions of torture (psychological, physical), references to domestic abuse, homophobia, sexism, references to suicide. more detailed trigger warnings will be present in the beginning of each chapter. this is criminal minds, after all. please stay safe. <3

OTHER INFO:
— i'm australian, i have no idea how, like, any american systems work and google can only help with so much. so, if i mess something up in the future, i'm apologising now. mwah mwah.
— as i've established, and you'll know if you watch the show, criminal minds is DARK. this story is dark. it is the darkest thing i've ever written. if you are uncomfortable with the topics the show and this fic will cover, please don't push yourself. like i also said, i'll be putting more detailed warnings in specific chapters, i like my shocking twists but not at the risk of triggering people. all that being said, i adore devery with my entire being. she is an absolute powerhouse, and i like to think i see a bit of myself in her, if only to reassure myself that i can get through what's happened in my personal life, just like she could. devery caulfield — please, take it away.
— also, this was 100% unintentional but i love how this worked out, i'm posting this story on the one year anniversary of coming up with the idea??? that's absolutely insane to me. dev has been living in my brain rent free for a YEAR?? ugh, my mind.