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The sky was clear and the sun was as bright as can be. There was a slight breeze that cooled the air enough to make it a perfect day for most people. Those people, however, did not include Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss. They just received information that a 911 call had been placed about twenty minutes ago concerning the residence of their prime suspect.
"So what kind of disturbance are we talking about here?" Prentiss asks as she pulls her long, raven colored hair into a pony tail.
"The witnesses said that they were jogging past Mathis's house when they thought they heard a woman scream. They thought it was a mistake or something and kept going, but a few seconds later, they heard another one." He lets out a sigh. The team has been working the Mathis case for a week now, so far there have been nine women found dead, believed to have been killed over a period of two years, and now two more have been reported missing. The women were held for 3-5 days, tortured and killed. Mathis was the only connection between the women. He worked for a packaging company that delivered to all of the women. Unfortunately, there was very little evidence against him so they haven't been able to arrest him.
"Do you think Mathis would keep a victim in his house when he knows we're investigating him?" Prentiss turns to look at him.
He shakes his head. "It doesn't fit his profile." He shakes his head again. "Mathis isn't a genius, but he's not stupid either. He's most likely keeping the women in some kind of facility that's been abandoned, like a factory or something."
Prentiss nods in agreement, and looks out the window as they pull into the driveway of the house.
It's a big, two story house that lies just outside of D.C, in a country area. A secluded area too she notes. She looks over the house again, this time seeing the details. It was old, the paint was fading and the porch didn't look too sturdy. And another thing, the windows were barred.
"Back up?" is all she says as she continues to scope out the area one final time.
"The closest unit is fifteen minutes away." Morgan states grimly. Prentiss turns back to him.
"Morgan, if he does have a woman in there we might not have fifteen minutes."She stares him down until he looks away from her fiery gaze.
Jeez, sometimes I think her stare could actually melt the flesh off someone's face. He chuckled quietly at this thought.
"Morgan?" His head snapped up, returning him to reality. Prentiss was just staring at him with that funny look she gets when she's confused. "Well?" she asks.
"Let's do it." He says firmly. She nods and they walk quickly but quietly towards the house. When they get to the door, they knock three times. No response. Suddenly a shriek rips through the silence, making both agents jump slightly. They unholster their weapons. Prentiss gives Morgan a quick nod, and he kicks in the door.
"FBI!" they yell in unison
No one is visible. The front side of the house is very big and very open. A staircase is on the left side and a hallway that is assumed to lead to the kitchen is directly in front of them. They rush down the hallway and clear the kitchen and laundry room. Then they head upstairs. Prentiss clears the closet and guest room one, while Morgan takes guest room two and the bathroom.
"Clear!" She yells to him and enters the master bedroom, sweeping it with her eyes. She clears the bathroom and looks around the bedroom for signs of the woman. She hears Morgan yell clear and holsters her weapon. The room is large, a king bed in the right corner of the room with a bedside stand next to it. The dresser is across from the bed on the left side of the room. At the front there is a small balcony that looks out towards the road. As she turns to leave, something catches her eye.
Morgan's phone rings
"Hey baby girl, what'd you got for me?" He asks with a sly grin on his face
"Derek? I can't hear you very well" Her voice is cut off multiple times by static and fuzz.
"Hold on a sec" He goes downstairs into the living room. "Better?"
"Much better my delicious chunk of chocolate" They exchange witty banter, caked with sexual goop that practically oozes through the phone. Then, she continues to fill him in on her findings
Meanwhile, Prentiss, still in the bedroom, goes over to the object that caught her eye. It's the handle to a small compartment in the wall.
How was this not noticed before?
She cautiously opens it, inside, there is a bomb. The timer reads 8 seconds. Her eyes widen in horror and she jumps to her feet.
"Morgan! There's a bomb!" She screams as she quickly backs away
"What?" He answers, unaware of the situation
"Bomb! Run!"
He turns to run, but the blast overcomes him before he can reach the door.