Criminal Minds, Suicide is okay, at this point anyway. Part II
He thought about her, and how he was going to kill her. He tapped his finger on the dash board of the Chevy truck, and watched as she moved her way into the liquor store.
He sat there, and waited. Five minutes later she walked back to her car, shut the door and put on her seat belt.
He started his engine, his leather gloves gripping the steering wheel as he followed her back to her home, which he would soon walk into and face her.
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As they cleaned up the scene, and moved the body. Now all that was left were the tangled sheets and the blood.
"We got a partial print on the glass, we're running it through to see if we got any hits." Spencer said as he crossed the room towards Elle. She looked down at Marilyn's bills, they were dated for last week, she noted. She placed the bills in a bag, and handed it to a near-by officer, he took it without a word, and left the room. She looked up at Spencer again, he was watching her carefully.
"Are you okay Elle? If there's anything," He came closer, "that I can do to help, just let me know when your ready to talk." He waited for her reply.
She took a second to think about it, but she knew there was nothing she could snap out, especially at Spencer's generosity.
"Thanks Spencer, I really appreciate it. I just haven't been the same lately.." She said, not thinking of much else to say other than that.
She remember how she saw her father, while she was out of it, during her surgery. How she remembered the way he smiled at her, and made her feel more comfortable. It made her feel less guilty now that she had told him she loved him, and that she apologized for how she was that day her father died, it made her feel happier to hear him say 'I love you' again.
She lightly smiled to her self, and walked out of the room, leading herself out into the darkening street.
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He knew he was going to strike soon, it had been forty-five minutes since her arrival home. He knew he couldn't trust Connor to kill her, he knew he had to do it himself because he knew he was not impressed with his performance earlier.
Connor cared to much, which made him weak, and he knew that himself. He could not stand the way that Connor, his own son, didn't have the guts to do it professionally. He shouldn't have gotten so attached.
He gather the rest of his thoughts, and finally he creaked open the door of his truck, and stepped out and into the cool breeze. His hand wrapped tightly around the handle of his hunting knife.
He got to her back door, carefully her twisted the handle so hard that the door winced, swinging open, giving him a way in.
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"We have a hit on the partial finger print, it belongs to Connor Marken, born in Manhattan, 1990." Hotch informed everyone, things seemed to move faster when we had a suspect, Spencer thought, happy at the thought that he no longer had to walk around not knowing anything about the killer, he had gotten that feeling a lot when he worked on cases.
He liked working a lot, because in his free time it seemed like he could never get his head out of the clouds. He always had flash backs from his past, how his mother be be in bed in the middle of the day. It amazed him how he had turned out being so successful with his childhood such a mess.
He turned his head over to Elle's direction. Reading the news paper and sipping her coffee, they were all at the Connecticut police station and waiting for more news about Connor. He watched as she flipped through, he was really worried about her. He waited a bit until she got out of the room, he wondered if she would ever open up to him. Lot's of people did talk to him about a lot of things, he felt like a diary to many people, everyone would tell their secrets to him, mostly because he doesn't have anyone to betray their secret's to.
Derek walked in and talked to Hotch, Spencer couldn't tell what the subject was about, because they were out of earshot, at the same time, Elle had passed Spencer's seat holding a stack of office papers.
"We have another murder, people. Catherine Hilderway was raped and murdered, about an hour ago, an eye witness had seen the un-sub leave the house and called it in." Derek announced. Hotch decided that Elle would go to Connor's residence with JJ and that Derek would go check out the new scene, of course Spencer decided to go with Derek, knowing that he was probably on Elle's last nerve by now with his disorder to care, as Garcia would call it.
He got out of his chair, and picked up his bag, and slung it over his shoulder, and glided his way to Hotch and Derek. He watched as Elle began to stiffly make her way to JJ and they both left, taking some officer's with them. Hotch left, and began to follow JJ. He seemed to be avoiding Elle, ever since he sent her home, that day she was shot. We all know what would happen if he said something to her and she'd blow, mentioning her near-death experience.
Thing just weren't that normal around here anymore.
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Elle arrived at Connor's house, it was quite small, and on a busy street, it looked as if no one was home, there was no vehicle parked in the drive way, but the officer knocked anyway. It seemed very still, and motionless inside, then then opened the door and the searched the area. There was no sign of him anywhere.
You could tell he wasn't much older than twenty, at least, because Elle noticed the gaming systems, in which were probably stolen, she guessed. It was fairly clean inside his house was fairly clean, due to the fact he didn't have that much furniture. She looked through his mail, which mostly consisted of bills. She found an old computer in Connor's room, Elle loved how he was already signed into his email. She called Garcia.
"Garcia? I found a couple files on Connors computer, would you mind running through them for me?" Elle pleaded, although she knew Garcia didn't really have a choice but to do it.
"Sure thing Elle! I'll call you back if I find anything." She said her voice in a chirp.
She hung up her phone, tucking it back into her vest. She looked over at JJ who was with Hotch, looking through his photo albums. Sighing, they weren't getting far, he could have already fled by now. Unless he had the need to taunt us, because there had already been two attacks, one every night, seemed to be his pattern, thought Elle.
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"Looks like he shaped up a bit, this is entirely way more cleaner than his first." Derek said, Spencer could tell he was eying the corpse that still laid on the bed. It had the same set up as the last murder, only this time there seemed to be no blood at all. He did find another wine glass on her nightstand, only it was crystal clear.
"This could mean that he felt more confidant with this murder, than with Marilyn's. Or if he's simply showing a pattern." Spencer said, moving around the room. There didn't seem to be anything to process, I mean, it looked as if there was hardly any evidence that anyone was even in there. The carpets were even vacuumed, in vertical lines. It almost seemed as if they entered a hotel suit, that just happen to have a dead body on the bed.
The processing of the scene seemed to take only ten minutes, by far the fasted scene that Spencer attended, which sounded odd because usually he would have thought of something by now that would have triggered the flaw that the killer had made, but this is absolutely flawless. Usually by now he would have had the whole case blown right open, but so far, he was appalled by the killer.
