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Chapter II: Use What You Know

"He didn't go easy on them, whoever this was," Reid mused quietly, gazing at the picture and taking a quick glance at another one. Already high in the air and flying over Ohio into Michigan, the team had been focusing on the scene of the crime for about a good hour or so, give or take some time. "The male was shot in the head, slumped over in the female's pool of blood." He frowned, glancing over the picture and tilting his head. "She must have been stabbed numerous times to lose that much."

Agent David Rossi pursed his lips, sitting on the armrest of one of the chairs, thinking and picking up a picture for himself to give it a quick look before speaking. Being one of the founding members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit—BAU for short—he had a knack for profiling and a sharp wit to match, despite his growing age. "I think it goes without saying that we may be dealing with a copycat here."

Emily sighed, putting down one of the pieces of the file and gestured to the pictures with a sort of helpless wrist flip. "Copycat? I—I don't know, something doesn't feel right about any of this. We don't have very much to go off of in the first place, considering this is the first kill and everything."

"You have a point. But look at the similarities, Prentiss." Morgan picked up one of the pictures, showing her the Eye of Providence painted on the window and shaking his head. "That… is the sign of a copycat. Right down to the blood and where it was located. I mean, they found exactly where the Reaper could have put it when he was in his days of killing people. Somewhere out in the open to be found easily. To show it was him."

The youngest profiler itched his head, the computer screen in front of him coming to life and the image of a woman with black and white hair coming into view. She was leaned forward in her chair, pushing her glasses up and clearing her throat. All eyes turned to her, and Penelope Garcia was one with the group and holding the baton. "Copycat or whatever, this guy was a real sicko. Just got off the phone with the police over here, and they gave me two names. Dashielle Baxter and Paulina Sanchez, both eighteen years old and attending Casper High School in their senior year."

Morgan frowned, JJ now quietly reading notes and pursing her lips. "That sounds like an MO if anything. You look at those photos and everything, the girl was covered in blood. Like he enjoyed it—took his tie with her."

"These kids had their lives ahead of them," Garcia said quietly. "And they were alone when this happened. I mean, that's just—that's harsh."

"Garcia, do you think you could pull up anything else on these guys?" Reid inquired. "Anything you get could help us here."

With a slight smile, her fingers were heard tapping the keyboard quickly and efficiently. "You ask, you receive, my good doctor." And with a blink of the screen, she was out.

Dave turned towards the quietest of the group, who was buried in the case file at hand and not participating anything into the discussion at hand. He tilted his head in the profiler's direction, watching his features simply stay put—as if he couldn't get his mind off something. Much like a long while ago on a case that ate him day and night. "You have anything you'd like to contribute?"

Hotch glanced up finally from the paper and pursed his lips for a moment before finally speaking aloud for the first time since the plane took off. "We need to hit the ground running when we get to Minnesota. JJ and Rossi, you guys go down to the police department and set up shop. Morgan and Prentiss, you can go to the high school. Find out anything you can about these kids. Any enemies, anyone who would want to hurt them, anything you can get about them. Reid and I will go to the crime scene, see if we can get in his head."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, considering…?"

"Reid," the unit chief warned.

The genius went quiet after this, the team blinking in unison but saying nothing in the process.

The hallway whispers were nothing out of the ordinary. Generally it was aimed at either Danny and his two best friends… or the latest gossip around the school that involved something seemingly more important to them. But today, there were murmurs of terror. Fear. Anxiety. One of their own had just gotten murdered—cold-blooded deaths of stabbing and gunfire, and no one seemed to notice or maybe even care.

It wasn't like Paulina Sanchez and Dash Baxter had wonderful reputations preceding them. They were the cheerleader and the football player, the ones who would pick on the other students just for kicks and get away with it. Why? Because they were liked by all the teachers, despite potentially failing grades. A high school drama in the making suddenly stopped in its tracks by a killer seeking either revenge or something more.

"…Danny?"

Danny turned around to his friends, groaning and trekking back to the lockers they had stopped at and dropping his book bag. Sam fished out some papers from a binder and glanced at her best friend worriedly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He smiled tightly, leaning against his locker door and shrugging. "I don't know. How would you feel if suddenly the two people who bullied you all these four years of high school suddenly wound up dead in an apartment that's been seemingly abandoned for a few years? I mean—I'm kinda feeling not so hot right now, if you catch my drift."

The Goth just nodded a little and turned to Tucker, who was frowning and scanning his PDA for anything related to the untimely death of the couple. He hadn't said much of anything for the past hour or so, keeping to himself and reading whatever news came out of it. Unfortunately, this was not saying a lot, seeing as how the entire story had just reared its head that morning. Sam nudged him a little. "Earth to Tucker."

"This is really not appropriate to be showing for all to see…"

"Probably because you're hacking their database," Sam told him flatly, stuffing the paper into her backpack and folding her arms. "Tucker, that's not really the best idea in the middle of school. Especially with all these prying eyes around everything, and us you know? Since you could, oh I don't know. Get yourself caught."

The technological genius tossed Sam a dirty look of his own before showing her something on the screen. She opened her mouth, but no noise came out. As if she was sickened by the sight in front of her. She pushed away the device and turned to her backpack, picking it up and walking to her next class without a word to the other two. Confused, Danny looked at Tucker. "What did you show her?"

Tucker grimly handed the ghost hero the image on the screen and started off for his next class as well. Danny looked down at it, rooted on the spot and hand slowly beginning to shake. On the screen, there was a picture of Paulina's mutilated body and her blood spilling on to the floor. Dash was right next to her, shot in the head and crumpled to the floor. They looked to be just… dumped there.

Like he meant absolutely nothing.

Danny's throat clenched up as he struggled to follow his best friend to his next class. He couldn't move, his body not willing to cooperate with him in any regard. No swallowing, shallow breathing, legs completely out of whack and anything just—he couldn't think. The boy literally could not think of what to say to any of this. It was completely crazy, totally…

…god, he was gonna be sick.

He didn't know how he reached his next class in the shape he was in, but he really didn't care. Danny slipped in, grabbing the close seat next to Tucker and shoving him his PDA. "Please don't tell me you spent the last hour of class Photoshopping that into something absolutely terrible of what may have happened to them."

"I wish. If I could Photoshop something that awesome, I would. But my skills aren't that amazing."

"So then… how'd you find this?"

Tucker didn't answer.