"Being strange is what makes you special. Being unique is what makes you human"

/Unknown

The rain fell hard and splashed as it hit the asphalt, creating pools in the bumpy, cracked asphalt, reflecting the light from the neon sign on the club afew meters away. A woman walked out of the club, pulling the hood of her leopard skin jacket over her ginger locks. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the parking lot, to drive home.

The loud music from the club echoed as a thumping sound outside. It was chilly, so she walked a bit faster, reaching for the keys in her purse.
"Miss" a man shouted. She turned around, and saw only a dark figure standing below the street light.
"Yes?" she asked, squinting her eyes as the rain hit her face and the heavy makeup.

"I was wondering..." he began, walking towards her. It made her feel uncomfortable, and she walked backwards towards her car, the keys in a firm grip.
"Yes?"
"... you wouldn't know where the bus stop is, would you?"

She could see his face now and relaxed. A lost man, that's all.

"Well, you'd have to walk for a few minutes down the road" she said and turned to insert the key in the car door, when suddenly the man grabbed her head firmly, banging it hard against the roof of her car multiple times. She screamed for a few seconds, before she fell to the ground. The man laughed.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather drive home" he said as he got into the car and drove away from the scene.

The crew were sitting in the conference room already. The whiteboard was empty for now, but they had just received a new case.
JJ entered the room and handled out the files to everyone.
"Okay..." she began and grabbed the remote, turning on the projector. The face of a woman covered the white screen. Her forehead was cracked and blood had run down her face. Her blue eyes stared out in space.
"... we have an unknown female, aproxamently between 25 and 35..."

She showed them the next photo, showing the entire body and the empty parking space. Her purse lay next to her.
"... severe damage to her skull caused probably by a person slamming her head against something. Nothing was stolen, but the ID we found belonged to someone else"
The blonde turned to look at the crew.
"Someone else?" Derek Morgan asked. JJ nodded and opened her case file.
"Yes, the ID that was found belonged to a Marilyn Conolla, 19. The woman on the photo is not our victim"

"Maybe the ID is from another victim? We have seen that before, the unsub stealing items from his victims to place as clues on the next" Reid suggested. The others nodded.
"Could be, but as far as we know, this is the only victim" Hotch said.

JJ frowned as she thought of something.
"We know it's not robbery, nothing was missing, as we know of, but we'll have to look more into that. It happened right outside the club called Cottonesse. The local police says it's a sort of bar for girls only"

Hotch stood up.
"We'll be leaving for Chicago in an hour"

Garcia stood up aswell, waving her hand excitedly.

"Oh, sir. Can I come with you? My cousin lives there and I have't seen her in ages. It won't affect my work, sir"
Hotch smirked.
"No problem, bring your laptop and headset. We could use you out in the field" he said with a wink, before he left the room.

"Are we gonna party or what?" Morgan said with a chuckle. "Right after we find that son of a bitch"