Chapter 1:
"Please, just let me go!" the woman cried, hands and feet bound and all. Despite her pleas, she knew there was no chance. She was a pretty, young blonde—and he liked blondes. She looked down at the man in front of her. He took of his jacket. His ID read SSA Aaron Hotchner—Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. She screamed. Now, there was no way she was getting out alive. The man was an FBI agent!
"I don't think so," Hotchner replied smugly. He got on top of her.
"No, please, stop! I won't tell anyone. Just let me go!" the woman cried. Hotchner knew better than that. He was a profiler. He could read people. He glazed the knife down her chin.
"Beg me not to," he snarled, thrusting himself upward. He wrapped the nylon around her throat and felt the life squeeze out of her. When it was over, he began to clean up. All of a sudden, the phone rang. It was Penelope Garcia. They had a case. He figured it was about the "DC Rapist," as he was called. He smirked to himself. They would never figure it out. He drove to Rock Creek Park and dumped the woman's body in the river. Then, he drove to the FBI headquarters becoming the stoic Unit Chief again.