A/N – So I finally had an idea for a story after months of writer block. I hope you like it. Please R&R Thanks!
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It was three am in Las Vegas and the city was far from quiet. She strolled along the street; Wednesday nights was never really that good for business. She look up to the sky, you could only see a few stars, due to all the lights. To her surprise a star flew across the night sky, she made a wish, "Keep my baby boy safe." When she looked down a black Porsche with tinted windows had parked in front of her, the window rolled. She bent over.
"Looking for a Good Time? Five hundred bucks for the night," She waited for a response, but only silence. "Hello…?" She went to open her mouth to say something but before she knew she was staring down the barrel of a gun, then she heard a low stern voice from the darkness.
"Get in…"
"Please, I have a little boy at…"
The gun clicked, "I said, get in." Without hesitation she quickly got in, when she did he rolled the window up and locked the doors. She was beginning to panic. Before she knew the gun was against her head and before she could scream for help, he pulled the trigger. The tires screeched against the gravel and within an instant he was gone. All that he left behind was another innocent victim.
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In the FBI Academy back at Quantico, Virginia, Aaron Hotchner was sitting at his desk. They had just arrived back from Colorado early the previous day. Since the divorce he didn't go home as often as he use to. The thought of coming home to an empty house sometimes made him feel like every time he opens the door another piece of him falls apart. His ears began to ring, flying hadn't helped his condition. He had been clear to fly but the pain was still unbearable. All he could do now is follow the doctor orders. Along with the ring there was a voice, it was Emily's voice it hadn't faded yet it just kept replaying in his head, "I can take it!" After what happened with Reid in Atlanta, he had hoped and prayed that no one, especially Reid had to go through with that again.
The ticking of the clock on the wall seem to be getting louder and it made its way around, the ringing in his ear began to ring louder and louder. Suddenly there was a knock at the door; it was JJ with a case.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we have a case. It looks pretty bad."
Hotch sighed and put his head in his hands. He had had hardly any sleep and by the looks of it he won't be getting much more within the next few days. "Has Emily gone home yet?"
"Ah no, She wants to work this case. Don't try to talk her out Reid; Morgan and Garcia have already tried, so I don't think you'd have much luck either."
He showed a slight smile and sighed "Alright,"
He walked out of his office with JJ. "Conference room five minutes everyone."
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Once they had all congregated around the table JJ began the presentation. Three photos have appeared on the screen. It showed four victims with a gun shot wound on the side of the head
"This is in Las Vegas. In the Past two weeks, four women have been shot and left of the side of the road."
"Any connection between the victims? " Rossi asked as he was jotting down notes as he looked over the file.
"Yes, they're all…" JJ was interrupted by the buzzing of her cell phone in her pocket; she excused her self to take to call. By the look of her facial expression it didn't look good. She returned with bad news. "Las Vegas PD just found another body; the connection to all the victims is they all work as prostitutes but in different parts of the City."
"We need to hit the ground running, Prentiss you work victimology," Prentiss nodded, after read the file over for the third time Reid had a idea,
"By using the locations of the victims I can work up a geographical profile."
"Right Reid that's yours. Dave, You, Morgan and I'll go to the latest crime scene. Wheels up in twenty minutes."
A/N – That's my first story, I hope you like it. If you have a idea, let me know. Please R&R means so much. Thanks