Wow, it's been quite some time since I've written. I'm going to try to put stories up more often, so go easy on me. Anyway, I know I said I was going to put up a New Girl fanfic, but I'd much rather put up this story. It's a little different. Hope you all enjoy.
Everyone at the BAU huddled around the table patiently awaiting JJ's bringing of a new case. Jenifer walked through the door followed by the magnificent technical analyst, Penelope.
"This case is close to home. In Woodbridge, Virginia there have been a series of brutal murders of both women and men. There has even been a child that we believe is this unsub's work." said JJ.
Penelope grimaced as she pulled up photos of two men with scratches all over their bodies and missing right hands. She then pulled up photos of three women and one child with the same done to them.
"There has been no sexual abuse to any of the victims, but the police noticed that this is six victims in five days."said JJ.
"He has a growing temper." said Emily.
"We will be working this case from our own head-quarters," said Hotchner, "Let's drive to Woodbridge and check the most recent murder site."
The team piled into the cars, and drove twenty minutes to the caution-taped outskirts of Woodbridge. JJ went to go fend of the growing number of news-casters, while the others left their cars, and began to asses the scene.
The body was found in an alley behind an old building. Morgan and Emily cautiously walked through the alley way. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. A hand, a hand under dirty cardboard boxes.
"Hotch, we might have another body." said Morgan.
The five rushed other and removed the boxes,guns in hand, and found a little girl. The girl couldn't have been more than ten, and she was very much alive. Her brown hair was caked in dirt. Her clothes were soaked in blood. They all lowered their weapons and stared at the child before them.
Rossi was the first to speak, "What's your name, sweetheart?"
The child only stared at him blankly. The team looked around wondering what to do. Emily reached her hand out to take the child's hand into hers. That's when the girl gave her first response to anything. She snatched her hand away and tried to back away from the five men and women hovering over her. Morgan scooped her up, as the child kicked and thrashed without making a single sound.
The team continued to investigate the scene, while Morgan took the girl over to the ambulance to be checked out. Everytime someone laid a hand on her, she would kick and punch, so the doctors sedated her and took her to the hospital to be checked out. With hair samples, blood samples, and statements from residents of the area in hand, the team left for the BAU.
BACK AT THE BAU
"I can't seem to find a connection to any of the victims. They didn't work together, they didn't go to the same places. They all have different features. I'm just not sure." said Reid.
Penelope came in the room to give them more information.
"The hair samples were from the victim, and all the blood found was from the victim including the blood found all over the little girl. She will be here within the next hour or so for questioning accompanied by a social worker." said Penelope.
The team spent the next hour comparing phone records between each victim. Each victim called the same number hours before their deaths.
"Give the number to Penelope." said Hotch.
"Already done" replied Reid.
Through the doors of the BAU walked the little girl with a tall blonde woman.
"My name is Dakotah and I am a social worker for the state of Virginia." said the woman.
Each team member shook hands with Dakotah and they all sat down around the large, round table as the little girl walked aimlessly around the room. Everyone's eyes followed the child as she picked things up and studied them.
Dakotah spoke up, "Her name is Elizabeth. Well, that's what the system named her. When she was a newborn she was found on the doorstep of a church. There was no note. She was just a random baby."
The team focused on the woman, listening to every word she said.
"In her report, it says 'She was a baby that never stopped crying.' and that she basically cried all the time until she turned three. It says when she turned three, they don't know what happened. She never made a sound, so they called me. I've never seen a case as unique as her. I've tried everything to try yo get her to communicate. I don' t think she wants to talk, so I don't understand how she will be questioned. But everyone insisted I come. The state put her back in foster care two months ago. She went missing about a month ago. Her guardians in foster care claimed they had no idea she was missing. I've known her for two years and all I know about her is that she doesn't respond well to touch and she is mute."
At that moment Elizabeth came over and took the pencil and clipboard from Dakotah's hands. She wrote 5558947 on the board and laid it on the middle of the table for everyone to see, walked away, and sat in the corner with her knees pulled to her chest.
"That's my house-phone number." said Reid.
Okay, if you didn't already catch this, I am getting my idea from another show, but I am making it my own. The show that I got my idea from has to be one of my new favorite shows. When they get a category for it, expect a crap-load of fanfics for it. Um, well I hope you liked the story. I expect it to have three to four chapters. I will try to actually update you guys more often. Again, leave suggestions for shows, books, or movies for me to do, and suggestions on how you want this story to go. Bye. * kisses *