I can't believe I didn't type up like half of this chapter. What the hell was I thinking?! I'm not as good at multi-tasking as I thought. Here's the completed version of this chapter. I am going to be writing in this story for awhile. Let's see what happens! I own nothing. Enjoy!
"Hey, Baby Girl," Morgan strolled into the conference room, "What do you got for us today?"
"Well, my Knights in Kevlar," Garcia responded turning to the big screen, "I have a confusing case in our own backyard. This is actually, visually speaking at least, one of the least icky cases we've ever had.
Meet Audrey Garcia, no relation to yours truly. Sixty-eight year old widow. She was walking in an empty parking lot, with no cameras I might add, when she was stabbed. Once in the arm with such precision that she continued to walk like nothing was wrong before she died.
Gregory Chase, fifteen years old. Stabbed on an amazingly busy street. He was talking to his Grandfather at the time. None of the cameras saw anything and there were not witnesses. Neither of them noticed he was bleeding.
James Fuller, twenty-six years old. Stabbed in the alley behind his work. Anyone want to guess what I'm about to say? No? How about... There were no cameras and no witnesses to see anything.
As you can see all three are different races, sexs, even economic standings. I've been digging through them and I can find nothing. Literally zero connections between them. Anywhere.
Oh, and here's the best part. They were all killed at the exact same time one month apart. Different parts of town though so I don't know if that's actually going to be able to help us find this guy."
The team silently looked through the files taking in what the tech had said. There was almost no way to narrow down the suspect pool and that was never a good thing for someone that worked this quickly.
A killer that worked this quickly and this efficacy was not one that they wanted on the streets for long. They were also that type that were more likely to get away without being caught or go on for years before making a mistake.
"Maybe it's something medical?" Prentiss offered staring at her tablet, "The stab wounds were effective to say the least. A person with medical training would know how to do this."
"There's not much to go on," Rossi shrugged.
"Let's fine more then," Hotch spoke up, "Prentiss, you and Rossi got o the newest crime scene. Morgan and I will talk to the M.E. J.J. you set up interviews with the victims families. And Garcia, find us a connection."
With their assignments handed out the team left the conference room. All of the agents were thinking about the murders and wondering if they would even be able to find the killer at all.
Except for Hotch. He knew that finding the killer was next to impossible right now. Focusing on figuring out the victims was their best shot at ending this. He just hoped no one else died before then.
Hotch had worked too many cases like this over the year. In all honesty the man was starting to get tired. As much as he loved his work and knew he'd go stir-crazy without it things had changed.
Ever since his wife was killed he started to wonder if he made the right choice. His son was the most important person in his life and he spent most of his time away from him.
No matter how much he thought off leaving though he couldn't. His team needed him and he needed his team. With the team the man was sure that he would have gone insane by now.
"What are you thinking, Hotch?" Morgan questioned as they walked into the M.E.'s office.
"If there are no mistakes on the bodies we might not solve this one," Hotch answered.
"They all make mistakes."
"After how many more bodies?"
Before Morgan could reply Hotch walked into Autopsy. The bodies were already on the tables. Like Garcia had said non one the victims looked alike and that was not good for the profile.
Audrey Garcia was an African-American woman who barely hit 5 feet tall. She was a little on the plumb side and had a face full of wrinkles. Looking at her Hotch knew she was a proud Grandmother.
Gregory Chase was a Caucasian male about 5'10". Tall for somebody his age and athletic. The muscles and callouses on him pointed towards being on multiple sports teams.
James Fuller was Asian, probably from Korea. He was the tallest, almost 6'4", but other than that there were no distinguishing marks on him. He looked like the average person on the street.
"The UnSub doesn't have a type," Morgan sighed, "Is there anything about the wounds that are off?"
"The only thing I can tell you is the killer has medical training," the doctor said lifting James Fuller's right arm, "The blade he used was so sharp that it wouldn't feel like more than a prick. It cut the artery though. In less than a minute the victims bleed out and no one notices."
"Only the medical field would know this?" Hotch questioned crossing his arms.
"It's the only profession I can think of that would teach this. I'm sorry. That's all I can give you."
Thanking the M.E. the agents quietly went back to the conference room. The case was already running dry and they had just begun. If Prentiss and Rossi didn't find anything it was doubtful they would.
"Audrey Garcia's family is on vacation in Austria," J.J. announced walking into the room, "Gregory Chase's father is coming now, and James Fuller had no living relatives or a girlfriend."
"How is he picking victims?" Morgan stared at the board, "They're completely random."
"According to Garcia there's nothing showing they even went to the same gas stations. She's still looking , but it doesn't look good."
Prentiss and Rossi took that moment to walk in. It was clear on their faces that they weren't able to find anything at the crime scene. No one wanted to admit it, but the case was already cold.
Eyes turned to Hotch hoping he would have some idea of what to do, but he simply shook his head. This was a file that would be on his desk for longer than he cared to think.
The team slowly took their seats looking at the case file. The silence was almost deafening. By now they would have some ideas. It was a sickening thought that insured a hard time sleeping tonight.