Criminal Minds. Suicide is Okay, at this point anyway.
Connor Marken, pointed the gun to the innocent woman's head, whispering his thoughts as if he was talking to someone else in the room, his voice was the only thing breaking the ear-splitting silence that flew over the house. The woman was sleeping and he thought to himself how it must feel to be in such a peaceful state, sleeping in your home, while you, unknowing, was about to die.
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"We have another case, people. Marilyn Adele was shoot in her own home around three o'clock this morning, in Connecticut." Aaron Hotchner informed the crew on the plane.
Spencer looked at Elle who was sipping her coffee, she stood up, and tugged her shirt down. The plane seemed quiet, but everyone seemed off edge because they knew what happened to Elle, when she was shot.
What seemed odd to Spencer was that she showed no emotion what-so ever. Only turned to pick up the case file, and her coat that hung on the end of her chair.
"Wouldn't be the first time that someone's been shot." she said, her face emotionless. He knew she was still upset by the way her hand shook as she held the papers.
Once Elle moved to the seat closest to the pit, Derek got up and stretched. "Well, Let's go to Connecticut." he looked at Hotch. He nodded, and everyone stiffly moved their way around as they gathered the papers.
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Elle walked up the path that lead to the door, remembering how she felt, everything she would walk through her door, and how she could see the blood on the walls as if it was still there.
She stepped in the house, the officer in front leading her in. "She was found by the boyfriend earlier around nine this morning." He informed Elle. She nodded and came to the master bedroom where she saw the bloody body that lay lifeless on the bed. Memories rushed back to her, of her own body on the floor, she shook the thought away immediately, knowing how un-professional it was to show emotion at a crime scene.
Marilyn had a gun that was in her hand, the fingers wrapped loosely around the trigger. As she noted the crime scene, Spencer and Derek walked in.
"Wow, someone has a bloody taste of art." Derek blurted, as he looked at the bloody pictures that were on the walls.
"Some delusional people show empowerment through drawing in his enemy's blood on the walls, to show a message." He muttered, Elle saw him look over to the glass on the night stand, it was stained red. "Many people in the Mongol empire would kill their enemy and use his blood to drink, as a sign of winning, superiority." Spencer said, gazing the room, his hands in his pockets as usual.
Elle moved around the body to look at the gun, it only had one round left. She took a picture, then carefully, Elle removed the gun from Marilyn's dead fingers.
"Looks like she was shot once through the hand, maybe to wake her up, another shot to the left shoulder, and one to the right temple. I think he intended her to suffer," Spencer said, examining the body. "see, she has bruising on her wrist possibly from the un-sub's grip on her. The sheets look messy, it could be a sign of struggle, or possibly rape."
Elle glanced at Spencer, who idly squinted at the scene. "This is really gruesome, I'll go see if the neighbors heard anything, I mean they must have seen something by the size of these windows." He said flicking his head in the direction of the huge windows that opened up the street. He left, leaving Elle and Derek in the room, the officer standing out side of the door walked with Spencer out of the house, as Elle watched them cross the front lawn from the window.
"Are you okay Elle?" Derek said moving closer to her, she shrugged, not thinking of anything to say to him, she kept on looking around the scene.
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Spencer knocked on the door, he could hear some movement in the house, but it seemed forever for the old woman to answer her door.
When it finally opened, the old lady came out, and starred directly at him. Her lips moved for a second but no words came out.
"Yes?" She finally managed to say.
"I woman, across the street, did you know her very well?" He said, realizing he failed to mention her name. "Marilyn Adele?" He added.
"Oh, Yes, I know her. Sometimes she would come over to weed my garden," She muttered, "why do you ask?" she prompted, eyeing the officer's gun.
"Last night, she was killed, and I was wondering, if you heard a gun shot, anything out of the ordinary?" He asked her. She just looked around, no emotion for him to clearly recognize.
"No... I .. can't hear... very ... well." She said. "I was sleeping." She said more calmly. He noticed how her left eyelash would twitch, every time she spoke.
"Well, if you remember anything, please call." Spencer implied, handing her a card with his name and number.
She looked at the card for about five seconds, than looked up at him again. Her hand trembled a bit as she held the card in her hand.
"Thank you." She said, and closed her door, leaving Spencer and the police officer, out side of her house.
"One house down, four more to go." He muttered, making his way across the lawn.