The BAU team was crowded around the conference room table, watching the map that Dr Spencer Reid was rapidly drawing circles and lines on. 'According to my geographic profile, using the abduction sites and the dumping grounds, the UNSUB must live somewhere in this 4 block radius.' Reid concluded, triumphantly lifting up the map to pin it to the case board. The team was in Virginia, working a local case out of their office at Quantico. It was a disturbing case, even for the most senior profilers on the team. Girls between 15 and 19 were being abducted from sporting events, raped, had the word 'STOP" carved into their left shoulder and then the UNSUB beat them to death. The team had followed their profile and found their UNSUB, a man known as John Miller now they just had to locate him.
'We know he holds the victims for 48 hours so he must have a place where no one will disturb him. Garcia, find out if John Miller owns any property in the area.' Agent Derek Morgan instructed the quirky blonde technical analyst, who hurried into her 'lair' to find the information. Team Leader Aaron Hotchner looked over his agents, who in turn gazed at him, waiting for his instructions.
'Let's go.' Hotch instructed his team. 'Garcia send us an address on the way.'
'You got it boss-man.' She called back.
The BAU team rushed out of the conference room and as the room emptied, the picture of the latest missing girl, a blonde 15 year old named Charlotte was left on the table. She was smiling, her bright eyes glowing as she gazed past the camera, the team knew that no matter the outcome of her rescue, those eyes would never be the same again.
In the cars on the way to the UNSUB's location, the team discussed the takedown procedure. Hotch, Morgan and Jenifer Jareau, known as JJ were in one car while agents David Rossi, Alex Blake and Spencer Reid were in the other, connected by speaker phone as Garcia called with the address.
'One John Miller owns an out of use clothing manufacturing factory at 1600 Bell Street. Right in the middle of Reid's geographic profile. Also, he has a seventeen year old daughter and she looks almost exactly like the second victim.'
'Thanks Garcia.' Morgan answered.
'Be safe my loves.' She responded and then hung up.
'Statistically speaking, this unsub will not give up without a fight. He will try and escape with Charlotte, if he hasn't killed her yet…' Reid's words hung in the air as the team reflected on the fact that Charlotte's chances of survival were extremely low.
'When we reach the location Reid and I will take the front entry. Morgan and Blake take the side door. JJ and Rossi cover the back.'
They pulled up to the warehouse and disembarked their vehicles, strapping on their bulletproof vests and drawing their weapons. Each team took their position around the building and waited until Hotch's order to move came through their radios. When it did they all rushed into the factory. Hotch and Reid took the foyer and offices, which were all empty.
'Clear.' Hotch called, echoed by Reid and then Rossi and JJ.
Blake entered the storeroom and her eyes had to adjust to the stark darkness, she scanned the room with her flashlight. It was dark and wet, water dripping down the brick walls onto the concrete floor. As the beam from the flashlight crossed over two teenage girls tied to a pole in the corner of the room, Blake felt something hard smash into the side of her skull and fell to the floor unconscious as her gun skidded away. The gun was picked up by the suspect who Morgan saw a second after Blake collapsed.