A/N: Set six years after the last Chapter of International Love. The gaps will be filled but this idea insisted on coming first
"Over kill on the parents suggests that it was personal." Morgan lifted a sheet of paper and looked at the photographs of the scene. "No sign of struggle from any of them."
"How does a family of five get shot and stabbed to death and none of them stir? No sign of struggle, no signs of restraints and the tox report says there was nothing in any of their systems." JJ looked at the rest of the team.
"Multiple UnSubs?" Emily asked as she read through her own file.
"The only point showing there is one UnSub is the lack of weapons, it could be possible we are dealing with a team." Hotch looked up at Garcia. "Have you checked for a link between the two families?"
"Zip, nada. I have looked at workplaces, schools, after school clubs. I have even checked both couples card transactions. In the last three months they haven't crossed paths. I'm going to check out ATM and bank withdrawals see if their paths crossed with cash, but I'm sure it's going to be nada again."
Hotch's cell phone rang and he answered as he got up and walked towards the corner of the room. When he returned he picked up his file. "Morgan, JJ, we have a new crime scene. Arlington, the address will be sent straight to your tablets. The rest of us will check the previous crime scenes. Garcia keep looking."
Stepping back outside Morgan looked over his shoulder as JJ followed him out of the Robinson house. The house was the last on the block, looking to his right he began walking towards the next door neighbours. "Might as well ask and see if they saw anything." He said as JJ caught up with him.
"Do you think they will of seen anything?"
"Not last night, but maybe the UnSub had been around here before. They might of seen something." Walking up to the front door the two profilers were surprised when the door opened and revealed a middle aged woman.
"I'm Mrs Goodfrey. Is it true? Is it that same killer as the other two families?" She demanded as the stood at the bottom of the front steps.
"That's what we're trying to find out, ma'am. Have you seen anyone hanging around, in the day or after dark?" JJ removed her sunglasses.
"No one has been hanging around here, they'd stick out like a sore thumb." Morgan knew that meant everyone knew everyone one else's business around here. "Look, if there's any reason to think its not the same guy, you'll want to speak to next door." Mrs Goodfrey nudged her head towards her other neighbours. "Always thought they were a nice little family. All traditional like, but then we start noticing Mr Robinson, knocking there while Mr Reid was at work. Then we see him starting to sneak around the back. All suspicious, like he doesn't want to be seen. Then just last month, he from that side goes storming over and starts hammering on the Robinsons door. Well they exchanged words and then started rolling around on the ground. For a skinny guy he sure packed a few punches in. The whole street saw.
Disgraceful if you ask me. The Wittles caught it on their security camera, it shows it all, you should ask to see it. Anyway just last week, she told Linda across the street that she's expecting again. It'll be their third. It's not hard to put two and two together. Confrontation, then announcing a pregnancy. Less than a week later the Robinsons turn up dead. Either Mr Reid has a screw loose or he has luck on his side."
Morgan frowned at the woman, before shaking his head. "I hardly count a family dying as anybodies good luck."
"Thank you for your time, Mrs Goodfrey." Once they were out of ear shot JJ glanced over at Morgan. "What do you think the chances of her story being true are?" She asked as they neared the next house.
"It could go either way. Either they're gossips and assume or they are in every bodies business and know everything. Even so, this is the work of the guy who done in the other two families."
As they approached they noticed the door didn't open, clearly busybodies didn't live here. Thomas! Sit down when you're eating your sandwich. They heard a British woman's voice inside and the clear giggle of a child. JJ looked at Morgan. "Did she say Thomas?"
"Yeah, isn't that Reid's youngest?"
"Yeah, Reid, skinny guy, kid called Thomas. They haven't said they were back from England tho."
"Seems they've been back awhile too." Knocking Morgan removed his sun glasses and hung them on the neck of his t-shirt. The door opened and there stood Jessica, stray strands df hair flying loose and rosy cheeked. Her loose blouse and jeans had smears of what JJ knew to be jelly.
"Oh my gosh. Oh." Jessica put a hand to her head and closed her eyes. "I forgot, he's going to kill me. Come in, we have nosey neighbours." Closing the door behind them she hurried into the living room. Exchanging glances JJ and Morgan followed her in. Looking straight through the large living room they saw a blonde haired toddler sitting at the table, smearing half a sandwich on the table. "I was meant to send them, I forgot all about them. Dear god where did I put them?"
JJ and Morgan watched as she searched under magazines and in draws and between books. "We weren't being rude. We came back four months ago, his mum was really ill and we were staying in Vegas. While we were in England Spencer done great, but once we got back I realised how much he missed home. He didn't want to live in Vegas though so we came back to Washington. He wrote to all of you about a month and a half ago and asked me to send the -Letters!" Rushing over to a stack of papers she picked up some envelopes that were addressed and stamped. "If you could pretend that you got them about a month ago that would be great."
"Jess, I think the little ones spreading Jelly over your table." Morgan pointed to Thomas who had his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on moving the sandwich around the table.
"Thomas! You devil!" Rushing over to her young son Jessica wrestled the sandwich out of the boys hand before removing it from his reach. "That's it, no more snack. You're not having anything till dinner!" Grabbing a pack of wipes she cleaned the toddler before placing him on the floor.
"Let me guess, baby brain?" JJ knelt down and smiled at Thomas and waved.
Jessica smiled at Spencer's old friends and pushed some hair out of her face as she began the task of cleaning the table. "What neighbour did you have the pleasure of talking to?"
"Mrs Goodfrey."
"Ah so you got the colourful and false version. Yes I'm pregnant, no its not Robinsons and a huge no to the affair crap. People round here have nothing better to do."
They heard the front door open and the sound of someone running in. "Mummy!"
