Rising Moon
Ch.1
Full Moon
Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. By: Mark Twain
The red haired girl yawned as she hopped off her moped. Striding into the apartment building she didn't noticed the shadow under one of the trees surrounding her apartment. She sighed tiredly as she looked up the stairs seeing them as only an obstacle keeping her from her bed. As she was about to start the climb, the bang of the door made her jump. Glancing back she saw a masked face rushing towards her. Frozen to the spot, she hastily raced up the first few steps only to be dragged her ankle to the ground level. A sickening crack was heard throughout the room when the girl's head smashed against a step, knocking her out cold, a shallow gash on the side of her forehead. The mysterious clad figure grinned, taking the girl to his/her car. Opening the rear door and threw her into the back seat, taking twisty ties, clasping her hands and feet together. Throwing a thin blanket over the unconscious girl, he/she slammed the door. Walking calmly to the front the person, acted if nothing had happened, speeding off into the night.
Spencer Reid padded out of the elevators cab and into the busy interior of the FBI. His shirt half tucked into his pants and papers almost flooded out of his messenger bag. JJ had called not long ago about a case that needed the BAU's immediate attention. Walking into the bullpen the only person there was the *pretty blonde. Spencer nodded his greetings and sat down around the circle table. Looking out the window and back out to the bustle of the FBI, he saw Aaron Hotchner working on paper work, and old case files. Derek Morgan strode in, messing Reid's hair, "Hey, Pretty Boy." Reid gave him a dirty look only making Morgan laugh. Seconds later David Rossi ambled in, Emily Prentiss following close behind. "Alright let's get started," prompted JJ as she passed out tablets to everyone but Reid of whom she gave a pile of case files. "What about Hotch?" asked Emily as she opened her folder to see a red haired woman. "He's already got the case and is going to meet us on the jet," JJ explained and went on, "We have 3 homicides, in Burnestville, Nevada. Each a woman with red hair, blue eyes, ages early to late 20's, and weighs between 125 or 150." Flipping through the pictures on the predictor, showing a woman sprawled out on the ground her clothes cut and torn. "Their names are Linda Gotshall, Miranda Date, and Crystal Seer. They were each abducted during the night of the full moon and found the following quarter moon. We already have another one taken named Anastasia Campbell, she is psychologist at the elementary there," JJ explained.
Anastasia stirred her head throbbing where she had hit it. A groan was all she could muster, as she tried to keep a hold of her consciousness. Everything kept coming in and out of focus; she saw a black figure in front of her. The young woman tried to remember what had happened, a flash of being chased and then hitting her head made her began to thrash around. A hand came back slapping her face. A cry of pain erupted from the girl; the taste of blood filling her mouth. Spitting out the blood, she looked around seeing daylight. She tried to sit up but it only made her want throw up. She groaned again things darkening around her.
"How old is she?" asked Rossi staring hard at the young psychologist. Looking down at her file JJ answered sounding surprised," 19 years old, she has eidetic memory like Spence, can read 25,000 words a minute and as the IQ: 190." Morgan smirked," Looks like you got out staged Reid." Reid frowned at this, as he mulled over in his head. "Not if we don't find her," replied Hotch making Reid jump," Come on the plane leaves in 5."