*OK so I have some good murder plots planned but I had to get the first one out of the way sorry it isn't that good. But the others will be better. OH BTW should I do a Christmas special?
*THIS IS A SQUEAL TO MURDERS OF LOVE! IF YOU WISH TO READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS STORY HERE IS THE LINK*
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Killer days
Shattering
The BAU team sat in their office after Strauss had called a team meeting, with most of the team praying she was going to announce her retirement; unfortunately she had other plans.
"Morning all." Strauss strutted into the room, her nose held high.
"Did you see those nostrils?" Morgan whispered into Garcia's ear
"How could you miss them?" She whispered back giggling.
After Morgan and Garcia received a firm glare Strauss finally gave the team her 'big news'
"I am adding a new member to your team. She has honours in Criminal Investigation; she is fit and knows how to handle weapons. I would like to introduce you to Emma Timings."
"Miss me?" Emma said as she smiled widely and waved at the stunned team.
"No." Morgan said with venom in his voice
"Aww I missed you too Agent Cranky." Emma said smiling and jumping into a spare seat.
"You are all to welcome Emma." With that Strauss walked out.
"Are you following me?" Morgan asked in despair as he looked at the girl who had made his life hell for the short amount of time in which he had known her.
"Don't flatter yourself. Me, Emmett and Jake needed to get out of New York cause everyone still thought it was me who had killed all those people. So we came here and applied for jobs personally I didn't even know it was you guys till I walked in." Emma said leaning back in her chair
"Well, welcome to the BAU. Suppose we should do a proper introduction. I'm Unit chief Aaron Hotchner, or you can call me Hotch." Hotch put his hand out and Emma shook it.
"You then have Special Agents Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan." He pointed as he named off the team.
"Finally you have our Media Liaison Special Agent Jennifer Jareau and Penelope Garcia our Technical genius." He finally finished off.
"Hi ya!" Emma said happily before her ring tone went off
I'm bringing sexy back-
"Hey sexy." She answered
"Hello to you too my gorgeous princess. When you get off work?"
"Dunno. Why?"
"Well I met a chick, total babe, but she will only go out on a date with me if I bring a friend for her brother."
"Hmm is her brother hot"
"Nearly as good as me."
"Still I'm not sure..."
"Come on take one for the team this girl is a bloody G8 are you going to make me give that up!"
"Shit a G8! Niiice. But still she is no G6"
"Yer. I still search for that perfect G6"
"Haha well ok I shall double date with you depending on work if not get Jake to go; the guy sounds like Jakes type"
"LOVE YOU!"
"Love you too MWAH!"
When Emma hung up from her phone convo with Emmett she had the whole team staring at her.
"Umm Garcia take Emma and download all our contacts and everything else she needs onto her phone." Hotch said after clearing his throat
"Do you do iPads as well?" Emma said lifting hers up out of her hand bag
"Is the sun hot?" Garcia said pushing the girl into her 'Lair'.
"G8…." Morgan muttered in awe as him Rossi and Reid still sat in shock
"Man I am pooped." Emma aid as she collapsed into the couch on the jet
"What did you get up to last night?" JJ asked as she watched the girl down some pain killers.
"Too much to be woken up at 7." She sent a glare in Hotch's direction
"Ummm why are you wearing guy clothes?" Reid asked as he looked at the way to big white button up shirt (much like his own) and boxers that covered the girl who had her long black hair gently curling down gracefully down her back, her fringe pushed slightly to the side.
"I..umm.. Kind of went back to sleep after I hung up on Hotch and so I grabbed the only clothes I could find. I will get proper clothes once we get to where ever we are going." Emma said her blue eyes sparkling.
"You had an hour to get here." Hotch said
"Yer it took me 15minutes to drive here and I was asleep for the other 45 minutes." Emma smiled cheekily. "Don't worry it won't happen again…I shall keep spare clothes in my car." She mumbled the last bit under her breath but Reid still picked up on it.
"You know the static of someone constantly having their car ready to go and having suitable clothes in is actually quite…." Reid babbled on and on and on about stuff that didn't even stick to one topic
"Does he have an off button?" Emma asked JJ
"Unfortunately not..." So Emma resorted to sticking her iPod in her ears
"Why are so many people looking at me?" Emma said as she walked through the police office
"Could be the fact you are wear guy boxers and shirt." Morgan teased and Emma poked her tongue out
"You're just jealous that I look better than you in boxers." Emma said smirking
"Am not."
"Are so!"
"AM NOT."
"ARE SO!"
"Enough you two. Emma go get changed, Morgan go and get the office set up." Hotch said rubbing his temples trying to suppress the migraine he knew was coming.
"How can someone be so confident that they don't care about the fact of what they wear or the fact people stare at them?" Reid asked in shocked
"I think it is cute. She has a childlike innocence to her." JJ said as she thought of her own son
"Childlike…" Reid hummed to himself
"Ok so our Unsub has killed a total of 10 people and counting. They are all Mid-Twenties, brown hair and brown eyes. He shoots his victims from a safe spot. For example his last shooting was at a mall where he sat atop one of the building and shot 5 women. He is believed to be ex-army." JJ finished her report.
"A new body has just been found." An officer said poking his head in the door.
"Ok JJ you and Emily stay here and see what you can find. The rest of you get to the crime scene." Hotch ordered the team; time for Emma's child status to shatter.
Morgan and Emma had bickered most of the way to the crime scene, it came to the point where they were fighting over the most point less things. Emma had changed into some spare clothes and Officer had lent her; black skinny jeans and a blue tank top. Morgan and Emma were fighting over whether peanut butter or vegemite was better.
"Vegemite looks like shit." Morgan said
"Yer well peanut butter had the words pea and butt in it!"
"So it still tastes better!"
"Nah AH! Vegemite is the food of the gods!"
"Well I hope the Gods like shit!" Morgan said as the bent down and started to inspect the body; after a bit of silence Morgan smirked
"Ha! So you can't come up with a comeback that is pretty poor-"
"Morgan." Hotch snapped and Morgan looked up at the space in which Emma stood frozen looking at the body.
"Emma." Hotch said calmly
"Huh? Oh sorry, it just…so much blood…" Emma looked at the carpet that was completely soaked in blood.
The image of a women, one probably only her age, laid on the floor blood covering herself and the floor around her. You know how some people say it is just like they are sleeping? It isn't true. Emma couldn't explain it but a sleeping figure is not the way to describe the pale lifeless body in front of her. Then realisation sat in, her father had done the exact same thing. Her father had killed just like this; a bullet to the head, another life lost. Emma went through all the other victims in her head, all the photos of their bodies looking much like this one; bloodstained, white and restless. The blood, the faces the families voices; their voice asking why it was their daughter, their sister, their wife that had to die. They were dead, all those women were dead and there was nothing anyone could do to bring them back. Emma shook her head
"Why are we here...what good are we doing!" Emma yelled "They are dead, they all are! We can't change that! So why do we bother..." Emma said as tears prickled in her eyes
"You are right, they are gone and we can't bring them back, but we can stop this guy. We are here to make sure that nobody else has to experience the loss of a loved one." Hotch said kindly, he had expected this to happen
"Maybe you should sit this one out?" Hotch offered
"No, we have to stop this guy and it is my job to help." Emma snapped out of her trance and moved next to Morgan, squatting next to the body.
The others all talked about what had happened but Emma was just inspecting the body, completely ignoring them.
"Emma." Morgan touched her shoulder after she had failed to respond when they had called her name the first few times.
"Huh?" She looked up
"We are leaving." Morgan said
Days past and the body count just kept growing. People, family, witnesses were all interviewed; none gave the key as to who this killer may be.
"Still can't sleep?" Reid asked as he walked into the small office in which the team had set up in; Emma occupied the room, she hadn't slept in days.
"Their faces keep popping up. You know I was having enough trouble sleeping after what happened with my father and now I have all these bodies, all these photo…I don't think I will ever sleep again." Emma said accepting the coffee Reid had offered her
"It isn't easy but without the right hours of sleep your brain ceases to f function properly, judgement become uncertain and not supported, in return this lead to a fall in the success rate causing for more errors and more deaths." Reid said sitting across from Emma.
"Remember I have had Very little sleep in the past 3 day. Any chance of dumbing that down?" Emma said weakly
"Ok, umm. You need sleep otherwise your brain won't work properly meaning you won't do the job well and the killer will stay out there for longer." Reid said trying his best to use small words
"Hmm, I suppose you are right. But how can you stop them from appearing?" Emma asked
"The victims. You can't stop it." Reid admitted solemnly "But it gets better with time, just know that you aren't the one to blame; their killer is, not you."
The rest of the team walked in each had just woken up; a new murder had been committed.
"The only difference is the murder weapon." JJ said before passing around files
"He isn't in the army…" Emma whispered to herself
"Huh?" Reid asked
"The last gun used, the army does use it, and they don't teach you how to either. So say he isn't in the army, he would need to have access to guns without seeming suspicious, he would also need a place to practice…..A shooting range!" Emma jumped up and was dialling up Garcia
Hello buttercup, what do you need?
Hey Garcia, listen look up local shooting ranges and look at their owners, workers, does anyone come into interest?
John Efector he is the owner and only worker at a shooting range and get this his wife died after one of his stray bullets hit her…You guys will like this; his wife had brown hair and brown eyes, sound like someone we know? Sending you the address now.
Thanks Garcia
Always Buttercup
Once at the address of the killer they surrounded the house, Morgan, Reid and Emma went to the back and the others out the front. Morgan smashed down the door with a loud crack and immediately they followed in.
"Clear."
"Clear."
"Morgan!" Emma screeched as she saw the barrel of a gun go to his head.
*GASP! NOT MORGAN! Yer this isn't the best but I actually have some really good murders coming up I just needed to get rid of the first one. I solemnly swear it shall get better!*
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