As she turns to look out the window a slight breeze flies by brushing her hair across her cheek. Eyes widening, she gasps, "Oh my God." The door slams behind her.
Two weeks later.
"Hotch, the team is ready." "I'll be there in a minute Emily." Hotch sat down at his desk looking at the photos he had received from a small town in Oregon.
"We can see that the unsub obviously has perfected his MO by the way everything is planned out no detail missed." "Have we ever seen this before?
As the projector flicked the new photographs on the screen a shiver went through the BAU. The images would stick in their minds forever.
Photo one: A tiny foot lies alone in the middle of congealing blood.
Photo two: A tiny hand lying next to a tiny body, bite marks covering its stomach and arms.
Photo three: A woman's stomach covered with the same bite marks.
"The unsub seems to be cannibalizing his victims. Slowly eating them, arms first."
Garcia stopped just inside the doorway, glanced over at Morgan and stepped back out when she saw the look on his face.
"Could it be another serial killer similar to Jeffery Dahmer or Albert Fish? Some mentally ill individuals obsess about eating others and the percentage of those who do are not always diagnosed with it until its too late. In fact…" A pad of paper flies into Reid's lap. "Enough, Reid! Geez, anyone ever tell you that you can be really creepy sometimes?" Morgan shook his head. " Ok Hotch, when are we heading over there?"
Hotch looked around at his team. "We'll meet in an hour. And yes, Garcia, you are coming too." Garcia flushed lightly then turned out of the doorway. I think I'll need to pack some warmer clothes, she thought. And maybe a lot of coffee, looks like we're going to need it.