Title: Summer Winds
Author: Why, Myself, Ze Queen Of Bleu.
Rating: Meh, I'll have it as T, just because I'm prone to changing my mind and added stuff in, in later chapters.
Pairing: Umm, none as of right now. Might change my mind later on.
Summary: The BAU is called to Lexington, Nebraska to profile a power-seeking killer. Casefile
Spoilers: Umm, nothing that sticks out in my mind. Just general ones I guess.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Fic for this particular show. I usually write CSI stuffs. But I absolutely love Criminal Minds, and have planned on writing a fic for it for the longest time. Anyways, I tried to research as much as I could for stuff that I've put into this chapter, but it's mostly just developing what happened before the murders and stuff. Yeah, I won't give too much away. But if you see anything I have wrong in here, please let me know:) Anyways, that's about all. If you would like to review, feel free to, I absolutely love hearing what people who read this have to say about it.


­Prologue

19 year old, Elizabeth Bent quickly slipped into her car and put the key into the ignition. She knew that in a mere hour she had to pick her younger sister--Maria-- up from soccer practice, but she also had to pick up a few things for the party that she was heading to as soon as her sister was driven home.

The car pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, and Elizabeth couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. Had she forgotten something? Or perhaps she'd heard her mother wrong over the phone. Had she said to pick up Maria at six? Maybe it was really supposed to be at five.

Elizabeth cringed at the idea of being late to pick up her sister. It happened a lot because her mind was usually elsewhere. Each time it happened, she always got a lecture from her parents and was usually grounded for some time. She really hoped that her mother had said six.

She looked at the clock in her car and she sped along down the highway-- 5:13. Maybe she would stop by the soccer field and make sure that practice hadn't ended yet. She couldn't risk not getting to go to the party because she was only half listening when her mother told her the time to pick up Maria.

The soccer field was only about 10 minutes away, and she knew that she would be able to quickly take a peek over there, and then head over to pick up the supplies she needed for the party.

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when she felt cool metal touch the back of her neck and hear a deep voice order her to start driving in the opposite direction.


A cold chill ran down her spine as the unusually cold, evening summer wind blew. She brushed her hands together as she paced back and forth in front of the small store in front of the soccer field.

She'd been waiting for almost twenty minutes now. Her older sister was supposed to pick her up after soccer practice because their parents were going to be late coming home from work--as usual-- most likely stuck in some employee meeting.

A 13 year old girl, standing out in the cold, with her angry adolescent mind fixated on the idea that the only reason her sister was late, was because she forgot about her... once again. That's how things always seemed to be to her. Her parents were never home, always at some meeting or whatnot at work. Something obviously more important than picking up their own daughter from soccer practice. And her older sister... she was always too busy partying with her friends to even bother with anything else. She had probably been out drinking again and forgotten that her mother had asked her to pick up her younger sister.

"Maria, is that you out there?" a voice called from behind her.

It was Mr. Smith, the owner of the small convenience store. He was a friend of the family's, and often would come over to watch Maria play at her soccer games. He knew that both of her parents worked a lot, so he would go and watch her play, so she would have someone in the crowd cheering for her. He hated the thought of the poor girl looking out into the crowd and not seeing anyone there for her. It wasn't her parents fault that they couldn't be there.

He was a man in his late fifties, slightly balding hair and almost never had a frown on his face... but today was an exception. Today his usual quirky smile was missing, and replaced with an expression of unimaginable woe. Something had to have happened, something horrible.

She turned her head to look at him, "Yeah, it's me. Just waiting for my sister. I think she forgot about me again."

Mr. Smith's face fell. He'd just gotten off the phone with Maria's parents. Her older sister hadn't forgotten about her...


"Another late night, Reid, my man?" Agent Derek Morgan laughed.

The two members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit stood in the break room as Dr. Spencer Reid shoveled spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his cup of black coffee.

While Morgan liked to joke around, deep inside he couldn't help but feel a tad concerned. The last time they had this conversation, it had brought up the topic of Reid's nightmares.

"Yeah. New neighbors. They just moved in a few days ago. They were awake all night making a whole lot of noise. I couldn't get any sleep," Reid explained.

Morgan felt relieved and it seemed as if he was about to say something, however, never got the chance. Agent Aaron Hotchner entered the room and made it clear that he needed to see the BAU team, right that moment.

"Lexington, Nebraska. Six identical murders in the last 48 hours," Hotchner began.

"Six?" Morgan questioned.

Hotchner nodded and continued speaking, "All of the six victims were females between the ages of 18 and 23. They all display very similar physical characteristics," he placed the crime scene photographs onto the table, "And they were all killed using the same type of weapon," he added, making a reference to the pieces of rope around the victims' necks. "He also left this note at each scene," he added as he placed another photograph onto the table.

"I've done this before, and I'll do it again. Let's see if you can catch me."

"Sounds like a power seeker to me," Agent Jason Gideon pointed out, "They seem to want the attention for what they've done."