I never did a Criminal Minds story, so hopefully this will be good if not I'll put some of the story into a mystery story with out the fan fiction
The Hotel Killer was made up in a Hotel when i was watching Crime Shows
So Yes is my idea, Thanks For Reading :D
The Hotel Killer: Winters End
"She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
Haven means safe, or a safe place. Haven Winters felt safe. When to school, graduated, was head of the school newspaper, wrote stories and basically lived in the Library.
She got good grades, never sick is in way the perfect child. She didn't mind the safe place her parents gave her, it was nice in all but she was 20 and now it was her time to go.
She found the perfect college in Minnesota, she already had 2 years for psychology and was looking forward to major in Criminal Justice.
She was happy to step out of the small safe box into the new world to learn things.
Winters, arrived at a small hotel name Falls Hotel, it was not that big and not that small. She would be there to get some rest then off to College.
A women, dress in a nice causal clothes, open the door to her hotel room. Her husband was waiting at home. The women just came from her Sisters home and was tried after driving a few hours, and need a place to stay.
The door open, and she decided to order food service, a little bit hungry from some food at least.
After ordering the food, she turn on the tv, went through couple of channels, found that nothing was on and turn it off.
As soon as she did that there was a knock at the door, think it was food service, it was someone.
A Man with a gun.
"Scream or make any sound and I will blow your brains out" The Man said pointing the gun. Another person came in with the man locked the door.
The Another one, brought a knife out smiled at the women, before hitting her across the face knocking Linda out.
Haven woke up, the bright sun shinning through the open window, the birds singing, but she felt something. Something wasn't right. She decided to get some ice, which was down the hall outside her room.
She walked out into the hallway, it was still eailer, but she didn't care.
Her time on the watch said it was 7:00 am. She walk to the ice machine, everything was okay, when she walked back, she notice, a room 5 doors from hers, was slightly open.
Figuring someone left it open, she went to go check. She got closer to the door, seeing red footsteps…not going any further she got the hotel manager to call 911.
She was told to go back to her room, which she did.
Something wasn't right, she remembered hearing about theses string of deaths that happen every 2 months in different hotels, always someone alone, and killed some way. Could this person who ever he or she is be killed by the same person?
More questions seem to flood her mind as she waited and heard the police arrive, thinking it was just the local police, she looked out her window and couldn't believe what she saw. It was the group she heard of, not much of, but she knew Spencer Reid, a brown boy genius she was neighbors with when they were kids.
She was from Las Vegas, she heard that Spencer was now a profiler
She was proud of him and then gasped she knew why they were here.
The Murders were connected and now she was a witness. ..in away.
She thought, they would ask her questions, talk to Reid and that would be it.
Little did she know she would be a part of the case, and help them. Even though she didn't know it yet