A/N: Alright. This goes out to all those fans that I made a long time back. Thanks for your time in reading my stories, whether they were completed or not. ( Most of them not, unfortunatley. ) And thanks also for you time in leaving me reviews, telling me how you liked my stories, even pointing out errors in my stories, giving me encouragement, and just in general being an awesome audience. I must say I'm very sorry to disappoint you all in the fact that I haven't been able to continue some of my other stories, and I must ask for your forgiveness; I have come across a very rough patch in my life, and this year has just been hectic. Things are starting to look up however, and I find myself with a bit of free time now, and several ideas for stories. So I'll try to work on getting my other stories finished, but until then, I need to try and get my creative juices flowing again. I'll try to update whenever I can, and I'm going back to my first genre, Criminal Minds, because I absolutely love messing with Reid. Once more, I hope you all can forgive me for not only my long absense, but my inability to continue my other stories until now. Here's to hoping I can change that, really soon.
- With Love, Lyon
Five Years Prior. Indianapolis, IN. IMPD HQ.
" Search me. "
A woman in her late teens stood before the IMPD in their home office, dressed in a normal, solid black colored teeshirt and boot cut, denim jeans. She wore calf length, black leather boots with two inch heels. Her ears were peirced several times over, with several multi-colored studs and silver hoop earrings dangling from each hole. Her dark blue eyes were fixed steadily upon the uniformed officer before her, and she waited, with her arms spread to the side and her legs a few feet apart. The male hesitated, possibly because of the pale palor of her skin, or the crumpled, bedraggled, crimson colored hair she sported, which hung in an unbrushed mess down to her shoulders.
She had come in ten minutes ago, and asked to be showed into a room with video cameras active, and rolling, and then asked for the entire IMPD squad to come see her. And while she was just a young girl, the manner in which she had asked for everything-calm, cool, collected and confident-had brought everyone swarming to her, wondering what was going on. Finally, after a few minutes of hesitation, the uniformed officer in the room finally started to pat her down. It was brisk and light, and after a few minutes, his head popped up and he said to the investigator that the girl had also asked for, " She's clean. "
" Would you like to send me through a metal detector, also? " She asked, the second after she was proclaimed to be clean, but the investigator, dressed almost as casually as she and sitting down at the desk in the middle of the room, shook his head and gestured with a tanned hand toward the chair on the other side of the table, in front of where he sat.
" No. Please, sit down. Perhaps now you can tell us why you've asked for us all here? "
His tone was kind, his voice low and slightly gruff, though the crinkles around his pale green eyes that shone with a kind of hardness that expected the worst, but hoped for the best, showed her she'd probably taken him from a good day with his family. Or a celebration. She tilted her head slightly, though she finally nodded to the officer, who moved to stand by the door, not like he was preventing her from leaving. She didn't want to leave; not this time. Taking hold of the back of the chair she was offered, the woman scooted it out to sit down, before she returned to studying the investigator. He was getting on in his years; she estimated his age to be about fourty, perhaps a little over even that. His dark brown hair was smattered with grey and silver here and there, and even the slight beard that he sported-more of a shadow than anything-was etched with the same grey and silver colors.
He had to have been tall; he towered a few feet over her 5'1 form even when they were both sitting. He was also lanky, and possibly a little too thin to be considered healthy, as his dark brown shirt was almost falling off his chest in a baggy fashion. His unkepmt brows, dark brown also, smattered with grey and silver, drew into a furrow over his hues as he himself, studied her. He was the first one to shatter the newfound silence; just like she'd wanted.
" Well, you've gotten what you wanted, miss. You have the entire IMPD here, watching your video tape in real time. And yes, those little cameras in the back of the room are working, recording your every move. You've been searched and found clean of any weapons; you're completely defenseless in a room with an armed guard, and with several other officers at the ready outside. You're a star, almost. But what show are we in, and what's your name? " He paused, before adding. " If it helps, my name is Detective Sean Quartes. "
This time, the young girl shifted to where her feet were touching the floor, though just barely. She folded her hands against the desk of the table, and looked Detective Quartes right in the eye, before she started speaking, barely registering the gasp of the guard at the door, or the slight widening motion of the Detective's eyes. No... She had a story to tell.
" My name is Jasmine DeNava. But I'm certain you know me better as Psycho Bitch. I loved talking with all of you in those letters I left with the bodies. I'm also glad about all the news coverage I got, but lately, it's grown a little stale. I find myself wanting more out of life than simply killing and mutilating the bodies afterward. Now, I'm quite certain right now, you don't believe me. You can go ahead and question me further, as soon as I'm done speaking, but for now, please hold your tongues. I would like to say what I have to say before I am interrupted. " She paused once, giving the detective a meaninful look before she continued almost in a monotone type of voice. " If you ask, I can tell you the exact manner in which I killed each and every one of my victims, and even tell you about the bodies that weren't found yet. I can tell you how I burried them, and where each of them were and are burried. But I haven't come to you for this alone.
" No. I ask for help, actually. I've been reading lately about how some criminals that are caught undergo therapy, and eventually come to help big-wig criminal investigators, even going up so far as the FBI after rehabilitation. That's what I want to do. I want to help catch people like me. So I'm starting... by catching myself. "
Detective Sean turned around slowly, taking his eyes off Jasmine only to glance through the oneway mirror to the police officers he knew to be standing behind there, asking silently for directions what to do. Astounded.
Present Day. Quantico, VA. BAU HQ.
" That son of a bitch. " Morgan exclaimed, throwing down the picture of two bodies, laying side by side, even as J.J. continued to brief them on the case.
" The recent bodies were found in Crawfordsville, Indiana, same as the last four. Same M.O., too; the male, James Cardison, was shot once through the head, and the female, Judy Harrier, was positioned next to the male with her neck slashed open. Both were beaten severely and all but hacked to peices. There were signs of vaginal penetration on Judy, and anal penetration on James, but no DNA was left at the scene. They were both posed, naked, under a bridge on 231. They were found this morning at 7:29 by a jogger who happened to see Judy's arm in the water of Sugar Creek. Time of death was estimated for both around five hours prior. They were both reported missing about a week ago, but neither showed signs of malnutrition or dehydration. "
" So this creep was keeping them fed? " Prentiss chimed in, watching J.J. in disbelief, though she was answered by Gideon, who was leaning back in his chair, his reading glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose and his eyes cast at the picture of the crimescene.
" Looks like it, but there's a lot of rage to the kills. He's methodical, and yet unorganized. Most of these bruises and cuts are in random places, as though done out of anger. "
" That's rare in an unsub like this. " Hotch glanced toward Gideon, but was only met with a nod, before his own hues returned to the case file. " It says here this is the third time two bodies have been found like this. The other two times showed a man and a woman, each with similar markings, each killed the same way. "
" So we've got an unsub who targets couples, rapes them, and kills them, then degrades their bodies by disposing of them naked, where someone will eventually find them... " Reid offered up, even as his attention was caught by J.J.'s phone ringing. Every pair of eyes in the room turned to J.J. as she answered the ringing cell, even though the conversation only took a few seconds. With a quiet breath, she said quietly, " That was Detective Quartes from the IMPD. Martin Veranos and Alissa Phenas were just called in missing. They fit our Unsub's type. "
Hotch stood with a sigh.
" Wheels up in ten. "