Title: Beauty, The Beast

Rating: T

Warnings: Violence and adult themes; mild swearing; complete nerdy-ness

A/N: And onto chapter two :D Thanks so much for all of the reviews guys! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. Thanks!


Beauty, The Beast


Chapter Two


The street was roped off by bright yellow crime scene tape when the Doctor and Martha arrived. Several police men and techs were standing around, dusting the bus bench for prints and looking for anything they may have missed before that might indicate where Anna had gone.

"So what's the plan?" Martha asked, standing on her toes to see over the shoulder of a tall man standing near the edge of the tape. Apparently, the people in the neighborhood were very interested in the abduction site of a nineteen year old girl. "Flash the psychic paper and say we're FBI agents?"

"Nah," the Doctor shook his head, his eyes sweeping over the small, roped off area. "Nothing important for us here anyway. Besides, the agents working this case wouldn't recognize us. Probably ask too many questions."

Martha frowned and glanced back at the bench, "So where are we going then?" she asked, "We can't just stand around here all day."

"'Course not," the Doctor agreed, "We're going to the city morgue."

Martha's brows scrunched together, "What?"

"We still don't know what exactly is going on here," the Doctor explained, "We need to know what's happening to those girls, so first we need to find out how they died. To do that, we need to go to the morgue."

Martha sighed, shaking her head. "Alright, fine. Dead people it is. How do you plan on getting in there?"

The Doctor grinned thoughtfully, "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something. But first, we've got to get there. So come on, Allons-y!"

Martha smiled and laughed to herself as the Doctor turned and took off at a quick jog down the street toward another bus stop. She had to admit that she loved the Doctor's thirst for adventure and danger… just as long as it didn't get her killed.


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Hotch frowned and glanced at his watch, "Alright, Morgan, Prentiss you two go to the last dump site. See what you can find. Reid, Rossi, the ME is waiting at the morgue. JJ, you're with me. We're going to talk to Anna's mother,"

They still only had a partial profile, nothing even close to definitive. They couldn't even narrow down a proper comfort zone for the UnSub; the victims had gone missing in vastly different areas of the city and victimology wasn't much better. The only thing any of them seemed to have in common was that they were young women and they were all taken at night, while alone.

All they knew at this point was that the UnSub was taking victims at random, whenever and wherever the opportunity presented itself. The question was, what was he doing with them and how was he killing them?

They split into pairs to their designated tasks and left Garcia to her computers and research.

"What do you think he's doing with them?" Rossi asked as he and Reid got into one of the bureau sanctioned SUVs. Reid looked thoughtful for a moment, buckling his seat belt and staring out the window before answering.

"It could be almost anything," he said, "If the motive isn't sexual and he's not torturing them, then there's got to be something else. Something we just can't see yet."

Rossi nodded and watched the streets as they drove. "Whatever it is, he managed to take them without anyone noticing and kill them without leaving a single trace behind,"

Reid chewed his lower lips absently, squinting out the windshield through his sunglasses. He could feel another headache coming on, just lingering faintly around the edges of his mind. His temples throbbed gently and he instinctively clenched his fists. Now, of all times, was not the time for this. He needed to focus; he needed his mind.

"Kid?" Rossi frowned and glanced over at the young agent, taking in his white-knuckled fists and stiff muscles. "You alright?"

Reid blinked and looked back at him, nodding slowly, "Yeah, fine. Just tired…" he trailed off and Rossi looked skeptical, turning his attention back to the road. Whatever was going on with him would have to wait; they had a case to solve now.


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The morgue was cold as they entered and Reid shivered, the bright lights playing havoc with his already aching head. He had to fight the urge to put his sunglasses back on as he and Rossi approached a tall woman with messy brown curls, wearing a white lab coat and looking over a medical chart. He didn't need Rossi asking any more questions. It was just a headache; it would go away eventually. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

"Ah," the woman looked up and a faint, if slightly sad, smile crossed her lips and she sat the clipboard down. "You must be with the BAU. Dr. Annalise Dreier." She said, holding out a gloved hand. Rossi shook it and Reid stood a couple of feet back, offering her a forced smile and a small wave.

"David Rossi," Rossi introduced himself, "This is Spencer Reid." He paused for a moment and glanced down at the body laid out on the metal table in front of them. "Is this the latest victim?" he asked.

Dr. Dreier nodded, "Caryl Shea," she said quietly. "I haven't found a definitive cause of death for her or the others. It's as if their hearts just… quit."

Reid studied the pale body, almost blue from the cold in the room and tilted his head, forcing himself to think. His thoughts felt a bit scattered and the throbbing was getting worse but he refused to let it interfere with his job.

"You know, she could have died from fright. It's been proven to be a legitimate cause of death many times. Someone sees something that terrifies them and their hearts can't take the adrenaline; they go into cardiac arrest and literally die of fear," he suggested, reaching out and placing a finger just over her face. She had been a pretty young woman.

"Ooh, that's an excellent theory," a voice behind them spoke and the three of them turned around to see a tall, skinny man in a suit and a long overcoat accompanied by a shorter, dark skinned woman who stood behind him, looking around the morgue with equal parts fascination and apprehension.

"Of course, three people dying of fright doesn't really make much sense. I mean, one, maybe two I could understand, but three in a row?" the man raised his brow and smiled at Reid, "Still, that's quite brilliant. What was your name?"

Reid frowned at him, "Dr. Spencer Reid,"

"So you're the ME?" the man asked.

"No, that's me," Dr. Dreier stepped forward, looking between the two newcomers with slight suspicion. "These two are with the BAU."

"Ah, just who I wanted to talk to," the man grinned again and Rossi narrowed his eyes skeptically.

"And who exactly are you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm Dr. John Smith and this is my associate, Miss Martha Jones," he pulled a small leather wallet out of his coat pocket and flashed it in their faces before quickly slipping it back inside. "I'm sort of a, uh, freelance consultant. Mysterious deaths are my specialties." He grinned wide again and Rossi frowned, remaining unconvinced.

"We don't need a consultant, Dr. Smith," Rossi said, frowning, "We've got it covered –"

"No, wait," Reid was looking at the Doctor and Martha funnily, "Maybe he can help, Rossi. It can't hurt, can it?"

The Doctor grinned and raised his brows at Reid; Martha, still behind him, just looked relieved to have not been thrown out the second they walked into the morgue.

Rossi still didn't seem sure, but he conceded somewhat reluctantly, "I'll run it by Hotch," he said, pulling out his cell phone and quietly making his way to the hall to call the Unit Chief. He glanced back at "Doctor Smith" and still looked slightly suspicious and unhappy, but figured Reid did have a point. What did they have to lose?

As soon as Rossi let the door close behind him, Martha stepped forward, "Is that one of the victims?" she asked quietly, eyeing the dead girl with somber eyes.

Dr. Dreier nodded, "The third victim: Caryl Shea. She was found the night before last," there was a sadness to her voice that hadn't been there a moment ago, "And like I was just telling the agents, there isn't any definitive cause of death. Her heart simply stopped working."

Reid frowned and leaned down closer to inspect the young woman's skin, "Did you run toxicology on her and the others?" he asked, glancing up at the ME briefly.

"Yes, of course. But it takes a few days for the results to get back. I only have Kelly Fey's results and they're completely normal. All she had in her system was a small amount of aspirin."

"What about something that could have been dissolved in the body?" Martha suggested, "Something that a toxicology scan wouldn't pick up on?"

Reid glanced at her and then back to Dr. Dreier, who thoughtfully studied the chart once more. "It's possible," she said, "But how would the drugs have gotten into their system? There are no signs of force feeding, no needle marks indicating she was injected with anything."

"You checked between her toes?" the Doctor asked, "In her navel? Between her fingers? Underneath her fingernails?"

Dr. Dreier frowned and nodded, "Of course I did, Dr. Smith, I know how to do my job!" she snapped.

"What about her head?" Reid suggested, moving around to stand at the front of the autopsy table, "He could have injected it through her scalp. A tiny little needle mark would be hard to detect there."

Dr. Dreier frowned and looked thoughtful, reaching over and grabbing a small thin flashlight, bending down and gently lifting the young woman's head off the table, carefully shining the light down into her hair. The Doctor grabbed a pair of latex gloves from a container and slipped them on, moving to her side and helping her.

Reid and Martha stood by quietly, both turning when Rossi re-entered the room and frowned curiously at them. After a moment, Dr. Dreier sighed and gently sat Caryl's head back against the table. "Nothing. Not a bump or a scratch," she sighed, looking deflated and Reid frowned.

"Still, that was another excellent idea, Dr. Reid," The Doctor said, "How'd you think of that?"

Reid blinked and frowned at him, "An UnSub a few years ago. He was faking suicides and covering it up by injecting them in the head…" he trailed off and stared down at the young woman's body. "But if there isn't an injection and it's unlikely she was forced to swallow it… Maybe it was absorbed through her skin."

The Doctor's eyes twinkled and he glanced to Martha, "Oh, I like you Spencer Reid," he said, "Full of suggestions and ideas. Brilliant, you are."

Reid raised a brow and frowned.

"There's a dead woman on the table, Dr. Smith," Rossi pointed out dryly, his annoyance eking through slightly as he frowned at the man. "This isn't a game."

The Doctor blinked and Martha pressed her lips together tightly. Suddenly his expression was very serious, "Oh, I know, believe me I know,"

Rossi frowned and shook his head, "I'll call Garcia and get her to run a search for any poisons and toxins that can be absorbed through the skin and don't show up on tox screens. It's a long shot, but maybe we'll get lucky," he paused and frowned, eyeing Martha and the Doctor, "Hotch said they can stay." He sounded irritated to even say that aloud and he walked back out of the morgue, dialing Garcia's number.

Reid shook his head slightly and turned back to Dr. Dreier, "Thank you, Doctor," he said, "If you find anything else, call us immediately." He turned and looked at the Doctor and Martha for a moment longer. The Doctor was back to his grinning self and Martha sighed, holding her hand out.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid," she said, then glanced at the body, "Wish it could've been somewhere more pleasant."

Reid glanced back at the body too and then nodded, his eyes narrowed and suspicious now, "Me too. Do you two need a ride? We've got room in our SUV."

"Oh, that would be lovely," Martha nodded, jerking her thumb back at the Doctor who looked completely unapologetic. "He dragged me across town on three different busses just to get here. The smell was awful."

Reid nodded shortly, "It's parked out here," he said, briskly leaving the morgue behind and leading the way to the parking lot. Rossi nodded to them as they passed, still on the phone with Garcia. As soon as they climbed into the SUV, Reid grabbed his sunglasses, slipping them on gratefully as the pounding in his temples died down a little bit and he turned around in the seat.

The Doctor was about to say something when he caught the look on Reid's face and his brows fell down in confusion.

"Who are you two?" Reid demanded.

The Doctor blinked, "I told you. Dr. John Smith and Martha Jones. Remember the credentials? I showed them to you just a few minutes ago…"

Reid shook his head, "No. You showed me a blank piece of paper. I don't know why Rossi and Dr. Dreier didn't notice it, but there's obviously something going on. Who are you?"


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Hotch squinted slightly against the sunlight as he and JJ left Louise Hutchinson's house. "Meet us back at the Round Table Room," he said, talking to Rossi on the phone. "We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Morgan and Prentiss should be back by then," he frowned and clipped the phone back to his belt before turning to JJ with a frown.

"Garcia didn't call any consultants did she?" he asked.

JJ raised a brow, shaking her head, "No. Why? What happened?"

"A Dr. John Smith apparently showed up at the morgue claiming to be a freelance consultant…"

JJ's brows lifted, "And he wants to work on the case?" she asked. "How did he even get into the morgue?"

"He had credentials; apparently everything was in order. Have you ever heard of him before?" he asked, pulling the SUV door open and climbing inside.

"No… Dr. John Smith…" JJ mused, frowning thoughtfully, "Common name, isn't it?" she asked.

"Like John Doe," Hotch murmured, his jaw set hard and his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stared at the road ahead of them.

JJ nodded, "You think it's a fake name?" she asked.

"I don't know," Hotch admitted, "We'll meet him and find out. Whoever he is, it's unlikely that this is just a coincidence. He probably knows something about what's going on. More than he's willing to say to us at least."

JJ was quiet for a moment, "Do you think he could be our UnSub?"

Hotch thought about that, "I considered it when Rossi mentioned he turned up out of nowhere, but he's got a woman with him. So if he is the UnSub, she'd be working with him and this doesn't feel like the work of two UnSubs…"

"She could be with him against her will," JJ pointed out thoughtfully, "Or maybe he's using her to lure the victims. Wouldn't they be more likely to trust another woman than a man?"

Hotch nodded slowly, "Good point. Call Garcia, tell her to run a search on them. Dr. John Smith and Martha Jones. Rossi said they had English accents, that might narrow it down some."

JJ nodded and pulled out her cell phone, "I'm on it," she said. Then she paused as she thought of something, "Do you think Reid and Rossi could be in danger?"

Hotch shook his head, "They'll be alright. Rossi will keep a close watch on both of them until we can be sure we know who we're dealing with. Maybe they really are who they say; they could help us solve this case if they are."


~DW/CM~


A/N: Ah Rossi, why must you annoy me? I'm not sure if he's in-character or not… *grumbles* Hotch and Rossi give me the most trouble of all the CM characters.

Oh, and I just noticed… the victim Caryl Shea… yeah, I was NOT thinking about iCarly when I typed that name *shrugs* That was just an odd coincidence.

And since I'm talking about names… I have an uncle named John Smith. And his son's name is John Smith. His father was also named John Smith. …I'm such a nerd :D

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