Author's Note: Okay, I know it's starting off slow, but it's going to pick up, I promise. I'm working on chapter three now and it's looking pretty good. Thank you, those of you who "alerted" my story, I promise you will not be disappointed. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
"Okay, quickly guys, we need to hurry," said Jennifer Jareau, passing out manila folders to the people seated around the table.
"Where are we heading this time?" asked David Rossi, opening his folder and looking through the papers.
"North Carolina," said JJ. "Small town called Franklinton. They believe they have a serial murderer, and I do, too. Look at the plasma." She grabbed the remote from the table and turned on the television, starting her presentation. A picture of a woman with brown hair and eyes popped up.
"This is Kara Matthews, twenty-nine years old, lived in Franklinton. She disappeared nine weeks ago. Her car was found abandoned on the side of a back road, there was some damage to the back fender." She hit the button on the remote again. A new picture came up, of the same woman, unmistakably dead.
"She was found six weeks ago buried in a patch of woods, by a hiker walking a trail. She hadn't been dead for more than twelve hours." JJ hit the button again. Another woman appeared on the screen, brown hair flying in the wind, her smile reaching all the way to her brown eyes.
"Nicole Watson, twenty-eight, a resident of Franklinton. She disappeared six weeks ago, the day after Kara Matthews was found. Her car was found on the side of a road, damage to the back end." Another click of the remote, and there was the woman, dead. "Found three weeks ago, buried in another patch of woods. She was found by a little boy and his grandfather going on a nature hike. She had been dead about two days." Another click, another woman, also with brown hair and eyes.
"And this is Danielle Miller, twenty-eight, also a resident of Franklinton. She disappeared three weeks ago, a day before Nicole Watson was found. Her car was found on a country road, damage to the back, just like the others."
Spencer Reid, boy genius, looked up from the files in his folder. "So the UnSub abducts a woman, holds her for three weeks, kills her, then dumps her. A day later, he abducts another woman and repeats the cycle," said Reid.
"And I think it's safe to say he's using his car to get access to these women," said Derek Morgan. "He rams them from behind, and when they get out to inspect the damage, he grabs them."
"What does the UnSub do while he's holding these women?" asked Emily Prentiss.
"He beats them. Brutally," answered JJ.
Reid grabbed the remote and zeroed in on the Danielle Miller face.
"See the bruising on her face?" he said, pointing. "It's different colors; purple, blue, black, yellow. Different stages of healing; she was beaten over a number of days, weeks even. And the other women," he pulled up the Kara's and Nicole's pictures, "they have the same bruising all over their bodies, like they've been beaten for weeks. This suggests the UnSub's rage."
"Any sexual assault?" asked Rossi, leaning back in his chair, examining the screen.
"No," said JJ, "but it apparently wasn't for lack of trying. All of the women had their underwear ripped off and their blouses torn."
"They were all stabbed, says he's impotent," said Rossi.
"All the women look alike," said Reid. "White, brown eyes and hair. These women are more than likely a substitute for someone in the UnSub's life. A mother, wife, girlfriend."
"Everyone grab your go-bags, wheels up in fifteen minutes," said Agent Hotchner.
Everyone rose from their seats and scurried to get their things together; Danielle Miller was almost out of time.