Thrown to the Wind

Name: Nicholas Ackman
FEMALE!!!!
Age: 26 years old (Reid celebrated 27th birthday not long ago)
IQ: Above average. Very smart person though
Appearence: Brown hair and green eyes. Thin, but still athletic with curves in all the right places.

Can you tell me what you tell yourself when the world won't listen?

I walked into the conference room and smiled at everyone. Reid, Morgan, Emily, J. J., and Garcia sat around the table waiting for Gideon, Hotch, and me to come apparently. They all smiled back in response. I took my rightful place next to Reid, slouching in the chair and sipping at my tea.

"Nick, you okay? You seem tired," Garcia asked as I yawned. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and glanced at her sleepy eyed.

"Couldn't sleep last night is all," I grinned at her tiredly. "Stupid dog was barking all night. The fire trucks were scaring her again."

"Want some coffee?" Reid asked me as I sat up and chugged some of the tea.

"I'd rather die, so no thanks," I said glaring at the cup in his hand. "I love the way it smells but I absolutely hate the way it tastes." I shuddered softly, smirking at him. "No offense Reid." Garcia snickered quietly behind me. Reid rolled his eyes at me which I returned gladly. Just then, Gideon and Hotch came in holding files in their hands.

"We have a new case to work on," Gideon said, handing out the files to each of us. I flipped mine open and scanned the pictures carefully, taking in every gruesome detail. Having a photographic memory sometimes had its perks. I grimaced as I saw that their eyelids had been cut off on each one of the girls. All of them were girls. I closed the file after I had looked at all the pictures and blinked. With each blink the images appeared one by one as if on a slid show. I shook slightly.

"This guy likes control. He wants his victims to see him before they die. To see their terror…" I spoke quietly and the room grew silent as they absorbed my words. I stared blankly. "He's killed 22 women and 13 children last I recall."

"How do you know this?" Gideon asked carefully. I looked up at him with dead eyes, locking his gaze in mine. I hoped he would get my message,

"Its in my hometown," I deadpanned. "I found the first body…. I've been keeping tabs on it ever since to see if they found to murderer." I glanced at the table under my trembling hands. "My sister was one of them."

The room was deathly silent as the team took the words in. They looked at every part of it before continuing. I felt a pair of hands touch my shoulders tenderly. I looked up at Garcia and Reid and their sympathetic faces. I stood up and walked to stand in the doorway, turning to look at everyone's faces, only seeing sympathy and pity. I forced a growl of anger to arise from my mouth.

"See you on the plain in 30," I spoke decisively, my tone not giving any weakness out at all as I turned on heel and headed home to pack some clothes and supplies.

But now we just sit back, we sit back
While we watch all of them react

HEY GUYS!!! The song in bold is Stories by There for Tomorrow! I hope you all like this chapter. I know its short, but this is a MINI series. It isnt going to be very long. At most, this is going to be 10- 12 chapters at least! R&R please! :D