A/N: Co written by Auraya-of-the-White, I do not own Criminal Minds or it's charcters, Hope you guys enjoy the story please Read and Review
What had she done? She was mad, upset at herself, it wasn't supposed to happen like this…..at least she had done it before. Her past practice should ensure that everything occurred perfectly. She started a mental checklist in her head:
-Double layer of gloves check
-Gun to avoid close contact blood splatter check
-Cool night, no DNA from sweat check
-Dark jeans, black top, black hooded sweat shirt, and a ski mask check
-A person found at random check
-Black socks over shoes, no shoe prints would be left behind check
Everything had transpired flawlessly. A single gun shot to the back of the head of a person selected randomly who was walking alone. She was still mad at herself for letting her emotions overrule her rational side, but she knew what would happen if she kept her anger bottled up inside. She would only end up hurting people in a more violent way.
It was a good thing that she had spent an entire year studiously watching CSI: NY and had taken the month long forensic class at a nearby community college. Who would have known that it would come in handy when killing someone?
Wait…there was a problem. She was leaving tomorrow to visit her cousin for a week in D.C. If the murders suddenly stop while she's gone, it may look a bit suspicious to law enforcement officials investigating. At first there had been two murders a week for two weeks. By the fourth victim, she thought an obvious pattern was beginning to emerge so she only killed one person the following week. Plus the three this week makes….Eight victims total. To suddenly stop would be an anomaly and raise a red flag. Oh well, she'll just have to think of something.
She, as a person, had changed since the last time she had seen her cousin. She used to wear fancy dresses and skirts everyday, perfectly prim and proper. Nowadays, she wore jeans and t-shirts, and had started to follow the fashion trends, caring about her outer image. She might even apply some makeup every once in a while. No one would notice these little behavior changes more than her cousin.
The next day she was hurriedly passed off by her parents into a cab heading to L.A.X. About forty-five minutes later she had checked her bags in, passed security, and walked to the gate. Her flight wasn't scheduled to arrive for another two hours. She wasted the time, alternating between the cheesy shops every airport had, and finally sitting down in an uncomfortable seat at her gate. She paged through a magazine and listened to music while waiting.
Two and a half hours later, the airline personnel announce her row number and she boards the plane, her dark purple backpack slung over one shoulder. She was glad that her parents had skimped on the babysitter service. She was old enough to fly alone. She found her seat, stowed her bag overhead, and settled into her window seat, buckling her seat belt. An elderly lady sat next to her. They exchanged small smiles and remained silent. She suffered her way through the annoying pre flight video and popped some gum into her mouth to reduce the pressure on her ears.
She listened to her music for an hour until she became bored. She then typed random things on her laptop and then fell promptly asleep until her flight stopped in Texas, where she changed planes. She slept again on the connecting flight, awaking from a squeak and a roar as the plane landed in Virginia.