She could hear the twigs snap on the ground. She was frozen in fear, not knowing what to do. Should she run as fast as she can through these dark woods? Or should she stay still and pray he'll forget about her? She decided her next move when she heard a whisper behind, "Boo."
She screamed and ran as fast as she could. She felt her heart pounding hard in her chest. It was too dark to see where she was going but she kept running anyway. Then the most horrible thing happened. She tripped. Her jaw bounced on the hard, cold ground. She sobbed and begged her pursuer, "Please, don't kill me. Please…"
He bent down and smiled at her and whispered, "I'm not going to kill you…yet. First, we're going to have some fun."
Morgan, Seaver, and Reid were sitting at the round table. The tree of them looked at each other. Morgan asked, "What are we doing here? We're missing three people."
Reid rubbed his temples and said, "Don't yell. Garcia said that there's a case."
"I was not yelling," Morgan said, "I was just asking a question. Anyways, what's wrong with you? You look worse than usual."
Seaver glared at Morgan and was just about to say something when the door burst open. A very happy looking Garcia came in following the other two missing agents. The last one to come in was a very familiar blonde. Reid stopped rubbing his temples to exclaim, "JJ!"
"Hey Spence, Morgan, Seaver. Guess what? I'm back," JJ said with a grin on her face.
"JJ is returning to continue her work as media liaison. I would love to catch up on things but Garcia has something for us," Hotch said as he took a seat. JJ and Rossi also sat down.
"I missed this seat," JJ said, getting comfortable.
"What are you talking about?" Morgan inquired. "That was your seat." He nodded toward Seaver.
"What? Oh, yeah. You want it back?" Seaver asked.
"It is just a seat," Hotch said, irritated with the talking. He looked at Garcia and said, "Go ahead."
"Alright. In North Dakota, there's been a long stream of murders. The five victims were raped and stabbed. The unsub also cut off their fingers and feet while they were still alive. He lets them bleed out," Garcia told the team. She pulled up five photos of attractive blonde women. "This sicko's type seems to be blondes in their mid 20s to mid 30s. The last victim, Sarah Morris, was found yesterday. She died about a week ago. The unsub doesn't have the same amount of rest between each kill. It could be as short as two days to as long as a month."
The team looked at the new pictures Garcia put up on the screen. The mutilated bodies burned into the eyes of the agents. Each girl looked torn up and bloody. Rossi looked at his colleagues and asked, "Why does this look familiar?"
Reid immediately looked at Seaver. She sighed and said, "I did not expect this."
Hotch made the connection. Garcia knew all along and looked down. JJ and Morgan were confused. "Seaver, what do you mean you never expected this?" JJ inquired.
Seaver looked at JJ right in the eye. It freaked JJ out but she kept a straight face. Seaver waited a moment before she said, "These murders are exactly like my father's."
Morgan and JJ were stunned. Garcia looked at Seaver and told her, "Your father is still in jail. I don't understand what's going on."
Seaver looked at the worried blonde and said, "It's a copycat, Garcia. Unfortunately, some idiot decided to copy my father for some sick reason."
Hotch looked at Seaver and then at the pictures. "These murders show rage. Lots of rage. This unsub chose your father to copy because their lives are somewhat similar."
"So the unsub has a family?" Garcia inquired.
"It's possible," Hotch told her. "It's also possible he's been in contact with Beauchamp."
Seaver looked up at Hotch. "Are you sure?" she asked, secretly hoping for a "no."
Hotch said, "Yes, I'm sure. The unsub is a fan. He would want to talk to the man he admires. Everybody, get ready. Wheels up in an hour."
He sat on his couch in his living room. He smiled at his TV. The news was on, and the reporter was terrified. "Another body has been found in the woods. It's clear that this serial killer is not going to stop. The way he kills is the same way Charles Beauchamp- aka the Redmond Ripper. The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit will be joining the Bismark's police department in finding this vicious killer."
He laughed. He liked being called "vicious." He drank up the last of his beer when a ten-year-old girl came running to him. "Daddy," she said. "Can I have a puppy?"
He sighed and brushed the girl's blonde hair away from her eyes. "You know you can't have any pets," he told her. Seeing the disappointed face on his daughter, he added, "But after I come home from work tomorrow, we can go to the toy store at the mall."
Her face brightened. "Ok, Daddy!" she exclaimed. She hugged her father and squealed, "You're the best daddy in the world!"
He picked her up and put her in his lap. He looked at his daughter's smiling face and said, "And you know it."