This was a story floating around my head after I listened to the My Little Red Book. I hope you enjoy. :D
Disclaimer: Don't own anything STILL *poutsssss*
The man sat on his luscious couch thumbing through his little red book, going from A-Z deciding who would next be his vic...date. He stopped at one name and threw the book down in disgust.
Why? Why did she leave?
Because you cheated on her you idiot.
I don't even know why i did it.
Because you are a cheater.
Someone please what is going on?
The man picked up the book again and ran his finger down the page. He picked one. Musing to himself where he would take this one.
It was a fairly quiet day at the BAU. Morgan is doodling on a peice of paper. Reid is, well reading. Prentiss is with Garcia doing what girls do best. Gossiping. Hotch is filling out the never ending paperwork. Rossi is working on his new book. JJ is sifting through cases when her phone rings.
"Agent Jareau."
"Hello Agent. I am Detective Jakob Taylor from Los Angeles. We have five dead females, three last week, two this week and the only lead we have is that they are all red hair. We need your help please."
"Ok, I will get the team together and we will be there soon."
"Thankyou Agent Jareau."
JJ hung the phone up and headed into the bullpen.
"Guys, we have a case. Conference room in ten."
Once all the team members take their seats. JJ begins filling them in on the case.
"Ok so, five women are dead.
SHOULD I CONTINUE PLZ LET ME KNOW :D