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Dear B.A.U Team,
I have three of your Agents, one Agent Hotchner, Agent Morgan and Agent Garcia. We have some unfinished business to clear up. My brother was investigated by your team, and these three set a trap. Agent Garcia posed as a woman interested in my brother and that's when they got him. Now I am here to reap hell on them.
The Copycat.
'This cannot be happening.'
'Well his not fully delusional, his admitted that he's a copycat and not the real deal. Although most copy cats do begin to think they are the original and the fact that he has stated that the original is his brother means that he can decline rapidly.' Reid rattled off, processing the letter.
'That doesn't sound good then.'
'I think we need to reopen the case.'
'How do we know what one it is?'
'I have a pretty good idea of what one it is.'
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'What the fuck!' Morgan practically yelled as he woke and felt his arms bound behind him. Allowing his eyes to adjust, he noticed an empty chair and a figure out of the peripheral of his eye. He shook his head to clear it and then looked the direction. 'Hotch!' He heard a groan. 'Hotch, wake up.'
'What the hell!'
'A politer version of my first words.' Morgan thought. 'I don't know what's happened but there's a third person to join us.' He used his head to point towards the chair opposite them.
'Yeah but who? Maybe who ever took us?' Hotch said hoping that the chair was purely there for the Unsub to sit and mock. Their heads shot round to hear the door swing open.
'Ah gentlemen, you're awake. I'll get our third guest in a minute. First though, you may not recognise me but you may remember what I am about to say. An Unsub who took women and tortured them for 24 hours, then set them free in the forest's to shoot them down like hunting for an animal. Do you remember?'
'Hunter of the woods.'
'Very good, you remember what he called himself. You're team helped put him away for life. I am his younger brother, a copycat hopefully. I thought I would clear up some unfinished business first. Your team have been notified. Now I'll go and get our final guest.' He walked out chuckling and looked them both in the eyes as he slammed the door.
'It can't be, surely to God.' Morgan said after a couple of moments of letting his mind digest everything it had just heard. His head shot up when he heard a yell and a distant thud.
Hotch had heard it too and the heard a struggle on the other side of the door. The door swung open and both couldn't believe what it was. 'Last guest is here, feisty I must admit. Now sit.' He slammed the new guest down and bound their arms to arms of the chair. The men gulped, but watched the bravery on the persons face. They took in their head wound and realised where the thud had come from. 'Nice and comfortable.' The unsub got up and just walked away from them, laughing to himself as he once again slammed the door shut.
'What the fuck is going on?' Garcia yelled, swearing was not a usual thing to hear from her but in this situation it was completely warranted.
'Pen, are you okay?'
'Yeah, I'll be fine. He just threw me into a wall because I wouldn't go easy.' She applied thick emphasis on the last word, as though re saying what she had just been told.
Hotch nodded, grateful for her being brave but knew how she wasn't trained to deal with this type of thing like the others were. 'Right do you remember we set a trap last year for the Unsub who called himself the hunter of the woods?'
They watched her eyes widened, that had been a close call that day. 'Oh God, I thought he was in jail?'
'He is, baby girl.'
'That's his brother, he has unfinished business, once that's sorted he is going to become a copycat.'
'Oh shit.' The men nodded.
'Pen, are you sure you're okay? That's bleeding pretty bad.'
She pulled on the ropes around her arms and looked up. 'Well it's a bit difficult to put pressure on it.' She gave them the best Penelope Garcia reassurance smile. 'It will stop. Although I can hear Reid running off some statistics about head wounds in my head.'
Morgan laughed amazed at how calm she was, he looked around and assessed everything, and her chair was situated directly opposite theirs. The Unsub was making an audience. He swallowed the thought; Penelope was not going to get hurt, not here not ever. Him and Penelope were in their 2nd month of their new found relationship, their relationship as partners, rather than friends. They loved each other and he was not prepared to let the Unsub take any of that from him.
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'Hunter of the woods! I remember that case, took us over two weeks to crack and we only did because Hotch, Morgan and Garcia tricked him.'
'You think that's why he took them?'
'Pretty certain of it. They lied to his brother and therefore he wants revenge. We had no idea of what they were up to that day; therefore, we aren't in the blame. His using us until his completed whatever.' Rossi said taking a seat in the conference room.
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The door opened again, the men looked from Garcia to the door.
'Ah Agent Garcia, I see you head is still bleeding. Let me help.' He pressed hard on it and felt her pull away. 'I'm trying to help.' He then sniggered applying firmer pressure the cloth slowing gathering blood.
'Get off me.' She snapped, the pressure wasn't helping, it stung her and made her feel funny and she wasn't completely sure what he was up.
'Not just yet. I'm trying to help.'
'Get off her!' Morgan growled angrily, seeing Garcia squirm under the pressure.
'Okay fine.' He then just left.
'Pen are you okay?'
'Yeah, he was hurting me.' She sat trying to stop her head from whirling. 'That seemed way too nice. What's his agenda there do you think?'
'I have no idea. Whatever it is, he obviously has a plan for it.' They watched as Garcia brought her head down to her arm to wipe some blood away. They sat and just spoke, trying not to think about what was to come. After a while the loss of blood and exhaustion took its claim on Garcia and both men were soon following.
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It had been exactly 5 hours since Rossi had been handed the letter and now he had been handed a box. Opening it, it took the letter but let it fall as he saw the blood covered cloth.
He placed the box in Emily's hand, who gasped at the sight in the box. He then grabbed the letter from the floor and opened it in hast.
B.A.U Team,
Find enclosed a cloth with Agent Garcia's blood on it. I had to throw her into a wall to get her to join the other two easier. Bit of a nasty wound but I think it will stop bleeding soon. Then the fun will begin. I will release them in 24 hours. Find them first or I will hunt them through the woods like animals.
The Copycat.
After reading it aloud he turned to the remaining team members. 'JJ get a tech and run a check on the original Unsub, get the name of the brother and find out if there are any cabins, warehouse, anything like that in the middle of the forests. Especially ones that are in his name or anything close to his name. They haven't been gone long enough for them to be a major distance away. Garcia is already hurt so we are on a time limit.' JJ nodded and left. 'Emily I want you to isolate any behaviours you think are important from the case and also write down the torture wounds he inflicted, cross match with each victim to see if he used the same ones in the same order. Reid find out the prison the original unsub is in; if it's still close we are paying a visit.' He took the box back and watched everyone go to their jobs. He looked at the rag and then smelt petrol. 'Reid, what can petrol do if added to a wound?'
'Erm... well it reacts as a poison, combining with the haemoglobin. Depending on how much will depend on what side effects. Why?'
'I think this cloth was doused in petrol and applied to stem the bleed from Garcia's head.'
'Oh crap... we need to work faster. We need to also find out how much petrol was on the cloth. We need to see if it was wet when he applied it.'
'How?'
'How strong is its smell? If it is very strong, it means it was wet not so long ago, if its weak, it means he used it dry.'
Rossi picked the cloth up and smelt it. 'It's stronger in places.'
'So he intentionally doused it and allowed it to dry to the extent he wanted it to. We need to hurry, its dangerous dry but because we don't know for sure we really do need to find her, and them.'
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Morgan couldn't be positive how long it had been since they had watched Garcia fall asleep but he somehow guessed it hadn't been too long. He sighed looking at Hotch who was slowly waking up. He then shot his head to Garcia who was still asleep. Her head wound had stopped bleeding which was a positive sign.
'Hotch.' Morgan said as he pulled at the ropes around his hands.
'Has she woken up yet?'
'No, I'm worried. You don't think there was something on the cloth do you?'
'I don't know, it seemed clean and dry from what I saw.' They heard a soft groan come from the chair opposite. 'Pen?'
'Yeah?' She swallowed hard against her dry throat and raised her head.
'Baby girl how's the head?'
'I've got a slight headache but I'll be fine.'
'Penelope can you remember if the cloth that he used on you head smelt?'
'Erm...kind of. It smelt a bit like petrol, I didn't take much notice, it just really stung.'
'Petrol?' Morgan said looking at Hotch. They heard laughter coming up the corridor. The door swung open so fast it smacked into the wall.
'Well, nice to see you up and nice to see you head isn't bleeding now Agent Garcia. Now the fun can really begin.' He smiled liked a Cheshire cat, with a sick and twisted look to it. He taped down Garcia's arms so that they were tightly fixed to the arms of the chairs. He then did the same with her legs. Standing he walked around the back of Morgan and Hotch and taped their arms tightly to the back. 'Now that's more secure.'
Derek could've cursed himself for being so easy to get tied down, but he could feel his body slowly respond to things. He needed to get senses back in tact and help. He looked up and saw the Garcia's eyes filling with fear. Hotch was trying to reassure Garcia that everything was going to be fine. He knew she was going to be scared witless but she wasn't going to show it easily. Derek joined in keeping things calm. However, all conversation stopped immediately.