Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds
A/N: This is from the same conversation as the other one. I don't remember what was actual
He didn't normally watch the local news; he really didn't care about other celebrities. He had enough trouble dealing with Jonny. But, unfortunately, his wife Amy liked the news and always left it on.
Bobby poured himself a scotch and glanced at the TV just as a blond woman came on. "The FBI is assisting in this investigation and we have a profile of what our killer is like. He is a white male in his mid twenties, who has suffered a tragedy. He may be acting differently."
Bobby changed the channel, ignoring the tightening in his gut. He sat down on the couch, intending to relax for a few minutes before getting his briefcase and starting to work.
"This is the latest crime scene," the CNN anchor said, standing in front of an all too familiar alley. "Another horrific slaying by a man they are already calling the Night Slayer."
Bobby had started to change the channel, but at the name of the killer, he stopped. He stared at the news clips being show, then got up and hurried to his briefcase. There, tucked in amongst the papers, were the storyboards he'd taken from Jonny about True Night.
His hands began to shake as he stared at an artist's rendering of the alley, with the two bodies lying on the ground exactly like the image on TV. With a moan, he sank down on the ground, ignoring his expensive suite and the nearby chair. "My God, Jonny," he whispered, looking at the boards, "what did you do?"
For a long moment, he stared, shifting his gaze to the TV a few more times before the story changed. Finally, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the hotline number that had been on the screen. "Hello?" He croaked, and then cleared his throat, "Hello, my name is Bobby Kim and I think I know who the Slayer is."