MORGAN, PLEASE SAVE ME
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the plot.
A/N: This is the first Criminal Minds Fanfiction I have written. It is also the first fanfiction that isn't completely based solely on romance. So please, bear with me. If my facts aren't correct it's because I didn't always look them up I just used my common knowledge.
Chapter One: The Crime
"Chelsea Porter she was twenty- three, found in her bed. She was stabbed eight times, then shot six times.' Prentiss described the latest case.
"Linda Holden she was twenty – five, also found in her bed, also stabbed eight times, and shot six times," Spencer Reid described a previous case.
"Three other girls ages twenty – nine and twenty were also found in similar conditions, though found in the living room rather than bedroom," Prentiss again informed.
"So similarities are obvious," Morgan began, "twenties, stabbed eight times, shot six, all found in their home."
"Garcia," Hotch said over speaker phone, "run the girls' names and see if you can find any connections between them."
"On it bossman."
"Similarities in this case aren't good enough," Hotch expanded, "We have to figure out the reason on why these similarities are recurring."
"Well," Reid informed, "Numbers often hold meaning to a person due to memories or encounters of childhood or a certain person."
"So what would these numbers exactly entitle?" Agent Seavers questioned.
"That's what we have to figure out, "Rossi answered. "Reid, what's the time frame between these killings?"
"Six days in between each," Reid spoke to Rossi.
"So we have at this rate, six days to solve this case."
"Hotch, these women were in no way related," Garcia informed, "Not a single thing, not the same city, no same friends or contacts, nothing with work or husbands. There's nothing. "
"Why don't you try linking these girls to the numbers eight and six. You know an address, a phone number, a birthdates. Something along those lines," Reid suggested.
"Of course." Garcia began typing.
"Do we have any type of profile on this guy at all?"
A man walked quickly into their meeting room, interrupting Rossi's question. "Hotch," The man spoke, "A letter…well five letters for you…or the BAU."
"Thank you."
Hotch slowly read all the letters as everyone else remained staring at the pictures. They wondered how someone could do this. But over the years they had figured out that any man was capable of horrible things. They really just wondered why this person was doing this. Were they delusional? Or maybe they were on drugs. Someone in their right mind couldn't possibly do something like this that was one thing they'd learned.
"A signature" Hotch spoke.
"You mean the stabbing and shooting?" Morgan questioned. Usually signatures dealt with rituals…not just shooting or stabbing.
"No. These letters. All from this person." He had a difficult time calling this UnSub a person.
"Well read them." Prentiss pried.
"Garcia get these words into your computer, see if there is a quote or something…anything."
"Absolutely."
Hotch began, "What starts with a 'P' and has eight letters. Then starts with a 'G' and has six letters. Can you solve me this riddle?"
"Garcia I need you to search extensively on this. This riddle is our why to the crime that we need. Without this, we might not be able to solve this."
Everyone thought intently on this for a matter of what seemed like hours. They tried piecing it all together, linking it to these girls. It clearly had nothing to do with their names, but maybe the next victim. The next person this person would kill, or perhaps the person they want to kill but know they can't.
Morgan's fist hit the table soundly. "Baby Girl, I hate to tell you this, but Penelope Garcia fits with the riddle."
"You mean he's…" Garcia trailed off.
"I don't know, Baby Girl it was just a thought." He instantly wished he hadn't said it. She was going to be worrying like crazy now until we found this guy, and that almost always brought the worst out in her when it came to computers and work.
"Wait, wait, wait," Reid said not dismissing what Morgan just suggested, "Look at all three of these girls, who do they remind you of?"
"Garcia," Prentiss began, "In the past….They all have hairdos and style like Garcia."
"No, this isn't happening….again…." Garcia said under her breath. She was about to start hyperventilating.
She'd already gotten shot once because of her job, now someone else wanted to kill her?
The thing Garcia always had a hard time coming to grips about on these kinds of cases was that all these women were being killed because he or she wanted to kill her. She could barley handle the deaths of the people of 'normal' cases as is. What, now she has to handle deaths that were caused by her?
It wasn't fair.
This kind of thing never happened to Prentiss or Seaver or Morgan, not that she would wish it upon any of her teammates but why her?
Then it hit her.
She was typing vigorously. "I got it," She said after a minute or so of typing. She'd never been more excited about someone coming to kill her before.
"What are you on, Baby Girl?" Derek was clearly not happy with her enthusiasm on the subject.
Some one was coming after his Baby Girl and she was happy?
"Only you my Chocolate God," She teased. "But really. All these girls grew up in Minnesota like me; they have a style like me. All of these girls are incapable of fighting back, untrained, weak, like me. This UnSub must be a man a women wouldn't be able to hold me down, no matter how untrained I am."
"Te fact that there's six days between every murder could possibly mean that number also means something or that he has a six day grieving period, or possibly that before he kills these women, that he stalks them." Reid explained.
"If he were grieving he wouldn't just leave the bodies there though," Prentiss said, "He would bury then or something symbolic."
"So he's either stalking or he has some other freakish relation to the number six," Garcia said, once again beginning to freak out.
"Morgan, I want you and Prentiss to go home with Garcia until we find this guy."
"No Hotch, I don't need body guards. If they get hurt then it just adds to the numbers of people who are hurting because of me."
"Nuh-uh Baby Girl. None of this is your fault. All these women were killed in their homes; I want Penelope to come home with me, "he turned to Hotch.
"Okay, Prentiss and Garcia can go home with Morgan. Reid and I will go look at Chelsea's and Linda's house. Seaver and Prentiss go to the other three houses. Morgan you stay with Garcia and help her track this guy down."
"Got it," the team said in unison.
Everyone got up and departed, Prentiss and Seaver grabbing guns and vests. Reid grabbing his smart boy briefcase. Morgan left to go see Garcia.
As Morgan entered the hall he saw Lynch typing and swerving in his chair, and multiple others doing the same.
He reached the middle of the hall and on the left read, 'Penelope Garcia, Technical Analysis.' Morgan knocked lightly then walked in. He took a chair that was in the corner of the room and sat next to Penelope.
"You holding up?" He asked.
She turned around, "Don't you think by now I should be used to the idea of people coming after me?"
"No one ,Baby Girl, not even me will ever get used to that idea. I don't know why you're so nervous you have me to protect you anyway," he laughed lightly.
"I know, but you know, best of all people, how freaked out I get when bad things happen to the team."
"Baby girl you have nothing to worry about, I am not leaving your side. Ever."