Hey people.

Wow I haven't written a story on this site in so long. I actually look back at my old stories and realise just how young I was when I wrote those (I'm 18 now, but I probably started writing them when I was about 12 or 13.)

So this is my first Criminal Mind FF. Hope you guys like it. I am not a psych or criminology major, all I know about profiling is what I see in the show. So if what I write doesn't really fit the unsub I'm describing, then please correct me.
It's not extremely long I know, but I'm hopin to update as regularly as possible.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of it's characters.
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Quantico, Virginia

"Okay, what do we have?" SSA Derek Morgan asked as he entered the BAU conference room, clutching desperately to his cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry to make everyone come in so early, but JJ and I thought it was necessary," Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner apologised to the rest of his team as they took their seats.

"What's going on?" asked Penelope Garcia, the team's technical analyst.

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau flicked a power point remote, and the image of three young women filled the screen, alongside the picture of three corpses. "These three victims were grabbed right off Georgetown's campus within the past two weeks. All the victims were found dead within twenty four hours of being taken. There was evidence of sexual assault."

"Well they certainly fit a type," Emily Prentiss remarked. "All have long, red hair, freckles, green eyes, very pale. And they're all... well remarkably beautiful; they'd stand out in a crowd."

"And they're all 24 to 26 years old. All slim, and about the same height, the shortest girl was five foot eight, tallest was five foot nine and a half," Hotchner added.

"So he's projecting the image of someone he knows onto these girls. What was the cause of death?" David Rossi questioned.

"Each victim had a single stab wound to the stomach, and he slit their wrists, ultimately the COD was blood loss," JJ said as she flipped to three new images, a close up of the three girls' wrists.

Spencer Reid limped closer to the screen, peering at the images, "Based on the depth and width of the cut, it would have taken about 45 minutes for them to die, but combined with the blood loss from the stomach wound, I'd say it was only about 30 minutes."

"30 minutes of pure agony, knowing you're about to die," Emily remarked.

"So what do we know about this guy?" Morgan asked.

"DNA was left on the bodies of all three victims, but when they ran it no matches, so he doesn't have a record. All the bodies were found in empty parking lots within ten blocks of each other, about fifty miles away from the campus. It is most definitely a dump site, he hurt them at a different location, waited for most of the blood to drain, and then left them there barely alive," JJ summarized.

"So he overpowers them on campus, takes them to another location, and rapes them. Then he stabs them once, slits their wrists, and dumps them in a parking lot," Morgan summarized. "Looks like we're dealing with a sexual sadist."

"Guys, there is more. Last night Lee Elizabeth Byrne left her house to go for a walk. Now Lee doesn't live on campus, but her normal route would take her very close to it. She left around 5 pm last night, and she never came back. A friend who was staying with her arrived home at about six, realised something was wrong when she wasn't back by ten, and called the police. JJ flipped yet another picture. "This is a picture of Lee from about 3 weeks ago,"

"But... but she looks nothing like the other three victims," Prentiss stumbled over her words.

The picture on the screen was originally of a group of people with their arms around each other, but it had cropped to focus just on Lee. Lee Elizabeth was a relatively pretty girl, about five foot four, and curvy. She had brown hair and blue eyes, and though her skin was light, she wasn't nearly as pale as the other three victims.

"This girl doesn't fit the type at all, how do we know she was taken by the same guy," Morgan asked.

"A small amount of her blood was found about five blocks away from her home, as well as blood with DNA matching our unsub."

"So we have a preferential sexual sadist, who suddenly changes his victim type?" Rossi asked, completely bewildered.

"So either there is something special about Lee, or he no longer has the patience to wait for the victim he is attracted to, the urge has gotten so strong he will take any easy target," Hotchner sounded morose.

"Either way we're running out of time," Reid urged. "She was taken about nine hours ago, and he keeps his victims for only 24 hours. With this sudden change in victim type, that time may be shorter."

"Garcia, I want you to look up these girls. Try and find anything that connects Lee to the original victims, and anything else that connects the first three girls with each other besides appearance," Hotchner ordered.

Garcia was out of her chair and out the door as fast as possible.

"I want everyone else in a truck in fifteen minutes. We're going to Washington."

Immediately the team was moving.