Here's a new story! A bit of a short first chapter, but I wanted to get this story started and published ASAP. I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more chapters to come!
A picture of a dead man appears on the screen in front of the BAU. He's a blond man, in his early to mid-twenties, with black-rimmed glasses. He lies on a dirty mattress inside of a cheap motel room. His arms and legs are outstretched, one each reaching for the corner of the bed.
"Vic's name is Samuel Warner," says Penelope Garcia. "Aged twenty-four, an intern at a local hospital in Philadelphia. A maid found him like this," She gestures towards the screen, "Saturday night." She pushes a button on the screen's remote and the screen adds another picture. This picture shows another young man, also blond, also wearing glasses, also dead and on a dirty motel bed. "And this is Nicholas Smith, aged twenty-one. He was found two weeks ago. And guess which city?"
"Philly," guesses Morgan.
"Bingo," replies Garcia.
"Those are big guys," J.J. says, "The Unsub would have to be able to subdue the victims."
"Yeah, both of them had laceration wounds on their ankles and wrists," supplies Garcia helpfully. "They were tied up, but no rope or anything was found at the crime scene."
"Okay," Hotch says, "Wheel's up in thirty."