Hello, all! Hope you're ready for round two!
Nothing is mine!
Sunlight streamed through the trees, turning a slight yellow-green color as it lit up the soil. A man and a woman walked through the trees, laughing as they wove through the greenery toward a break in the seemingly never-ending sea of green. The man is carrying a small blue cooler, and the woman carries a blue and white checkered blanket tucked under her arm.
"Come on, Jackie!" the man called eagerly, pushing aside the foliage to reveal a sparkling blue lake, shining like his equally blue eyes. "The sandbar's right here; hurry up so we can unpack this delicious potato salad!" The wind played with his untidy, shaggy black hair.
"In a minute, Jack," the woman shouted, laughing at her husband, her brown eyes glowing with laughter. "Let me just… Oh…"
"What is it, Hon?" Jack asked, his smile still in place.
Jackie didn't answer.
"Jackie? Jack-Jack? Jacqueline?"
A twig snapped, and a second later a wooden club hit Jack on the back of his head, and he fell to the forest floor, the cooler in his hands falling to the forest floor.
The figure lifts the unconscious man from the ground, and drags him to a black pickup truck waiting by the side of road, where his unconscious wife already lies. Then, as an afterthought, he goes back to the edge of the forest where he picked up the man and retrieves the cooler and blanket, before returning to the truck and driving away.
As he drives, he opens the cooler to reveal a tub of potato salad, two sandwiches, a package of carrots, two cans of Coke-Cola and four Popsicles. He takes one of the cans of Coke and a sandwich out of the cooler before placing it on the floor of the truck.
He takes a bite, eagerly smacking his lips as he does so. These two should be fun.
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"You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to that haircut."
"Pen, what makes you say that?" JJ was confused.
"Well, it's so… delicious!" Penelope Garcia whispered, gesturing toward the far end of the bullpen. The subject of the conversation in question, Spencer Reid, sat at his desk, apparently working on his last batch of paperwork for the day, his hair, which had recently been cut, looked untidy as it curled in a boyish fashion around his head.
"Speak for yourself," Emily Prentiss muttered as she came over to the mini-kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. "I have to sit across from him every day, and I can barely concentrate on my paperwork; it's like looking at some cute actor from a movie or something."
"It's distractingly delicious," Garcia purred. JJ chuckled.
"He's already got someone though, Garcia," she pointed out.
Emily nodded. "I believe I saw another letter from Aislinn on his desk this morning," she added.
"But I still have my Chocolate God!" Garcia said in a sing-song voice as Derek Morgan walked into the bullpen.
"And we, apparently, have work," JJ replied, producing a small pile of case files from her bag. "Conference room in five."
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"Jacqueline and Jack Masters, ages 28 and 30, reported missing Sunday evening after they failed to return from a picnic lunch in the woods near Cable, Wisconsin. Their bodies were found Friday evening in a small handmade wooden rowboat on Lake Tahkoda just outside Cable." JJ brought up the crime scene pictures as she spoke, as well as pictures sent in by the victim's family. A young man with untidy black hair and sparkling blue eyes, and a woman with brown hair and brown eyes smiled from the pictures onscreen, the perfect newlyweds. In the crime scene photos, the same couple appeared to have been restrained and beaten, their clothes dirty and torn. Their shoes were missing
"Till death do us part," Rossi muttered softly.
"Got that right," Morgan replied.
"Were there any other victims, JJ?" Reid asked, keeping his eyes averted from the pictures onscreen; instead he glanced down at his right hand, which was fingering an inexpensive silver locket and chain.
"Samantha Riley and Daniel Jacobs, ages 14 and 16; they were cousins out on a hike," JJ pulled up more pictures as she spoke. "And Thomas Watkins and his fiancée Maureen O'Hara, both 23; they went out on a late night drive." JJ turned back to the team. "All three couples left family and friends on three consecutive Sunday afternoons, were reported missing Sunday evening, or Monday morning, and all were found on Friday evenings in handmade wooden rowboats, beaten and tortured. And, before you ask, none of the boats were registered to anyone in the area."
"Actually, they weren't registered at all, according to the report," Reid revealed, looking again at his paperwork. "That means he's good with his hands and more than likely is either unemployed, or is self-employed."
"Either way, he has enough time on his hands to make wooden rowboats, kidnap, torture and kill men and women he finds in the forest, and set them adrift in a small lake on the edge of a national forest." Hotch concluded. "We can't rule anything out, wheels up in an hour."
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A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAACK!
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