Whew, here's the second chapter, What can I say I enjoy writing this story it's so fun. Hahahaha hmm, let's see, nevermind, well enjoy
The Behavioral analysis team walked briskly into the Portland Pd prescient. Hotch, naturally taking the lead as he introduced his team to the lead detective, Matthew Hoorigan. Matthew Hoorigan was a very tall man which was the only real distinctive thing about him, since he had a common enough face. He greeted the team with a small smile, eyeing the team with worry.
"Thank you for coming agent Hotchner, and your team."
"It's fine. is the live feed still on?"
The detective grimaced, as he nodded his head. "Yeah, but we haven't had any luck with tracking them, something about a proxy server, or something. I didn't really understand."
"We'll have one of our technical analysts' help you with that, Morgan call Garcia and tell her about the problem. See if she can figure out a way to find the unsub." He took a moment to look at his team then back to the detective." Is the family here?"
Matthew pointed Hotch in the direction of one of the few rooms in the prescient. "They're a bit shook, Serena's their only child."
"That's understandable, Prentiss, go with Reid to see if they know anything."
The two agents nodded their head and went on their way.
"Detective can you take agent Morgan to the abduction site."
The detective nodded his head and motioned for agent Morgan to follow him. Leaving the two senior agents standing in the middle of the prescient, contemplating about the unsub.
"He's really confident, if he's doing a live video feed,but it also means that there on the camera at all times, well one of them anyway. I don't think that just one person pulled this off."
Agent Hocthner nodded his head in agreement. Watching the doorway where Prentiss and Reid disappeared to." With an unsub this confident, we need to get the profile out as soon as possible."
Agent Morgan stepped into the 715 Inn, which was now empty with the usual crowd of people. The only person inside was a portly man from behind the bar. He was cleaning the counter, grumbling softly about loud music and rowdy college students.
"Hi, I'm Agent Morgan of the FBI," Morgan flashed his badge to the bartender who apparently just noticed the man entering." I have some questions about last night. Do you remember seeing this girl at the bar?"
The bartender looked at the picture that Morgan now held his face a look of total concentration.
"Hmm, yeah I remember her, big drinker, her and her friend, though he bought most of the drinks."
"Do you remember the man's face?" The FBI agent asked, keeping his eyes on the bartender, only to see him shake his head.
"Nah, I only remember girls, and big tippers, and he was none."
Morgan gave a small depressed sigh." Do you have cameras in this place?"
The bartender laughed loudly as he put away his rag that he used to clean the counter. "Their all broken, we've been meaning to fix those months ago, but the owner doesn't want to spend the extra cash, so he just keeps the old ones. You know, for show."
"Right, so you're sure, you don't remember the man, nothing at all."
"Sorry agent, one minute I'm serving them drinks and the next their gone. It's kinda hard keeping track of people with all the loud music, and lights blinding me all the time."
'Okay Thank you for your cooperation."
The bartender only gave a small nod and continued with cleaning the area with the vigor of a turtle. The agent went outside to meet up with the detective, who now was taking out a smoke. "Bad habit, trying to quit." He said lighting up the cigarette. "Did you find out anything?" the detective questioned letting out some smoke as he said this.
"Nothing, he just bought the drinks, it's possible she was drugged, threatened maybe. Anything is a possibility."
They stood in silence, for a moment, as the detective finished off his cigarette. Derek Morgan surveyed the surrounding area to see if there was some sort of camera in the area, but there was none.
"Did you talk with the unsub?" Morgan asked.
"You mean the perp? Yeah, the guy didn't say much, just sat there listening to music. Which I can tell you pissed a whole lot of people."
"You're kidding." Morgan stated bewildered.
"The perp's been listening to music ever since he delivered the message."
Morgan took a moment to go over the unsubs actions. On usual circumstances this type of person would be categorized as narcissist, just for the video itself, and maybe it was, but there was something different, something's missing. He thought making his way toward the detective's car, as he waited for the door to open.
"Mrs. Keel did your daughter tell you she was going to the 715 Inn?"
Emily Prentiss was sitting across from the parents of Mr. and Mrs. Keel, the parents of the victim; Spencer Reid was standing in the corner observing the couple closely. Both parents were obviously distraught, Karina Keel was holding back tears with no success while the husband held her in a comforting hug, his face expressionless.
"Serena doesn't tell me where she goes, ever since she entered college. I didn't even know she was kidnapped until the police contacted us."
Emily gave a quick look to Reid who stood with his arms crossed.
"Do you know anybody who's capable of doing this, anyone holding any grudges against Serena or your family?"
All of a sudden Karina Keel yanked herself out of her husband's grasp. "My husband's company, it's all your fault, my baby's gone because of your stupid company. How many times have I told you Neil that, that company is the cause of all our problems!" She said standing up and leaving abruptly without a word, no one stopped her.
Mr. Keel turned a guilty look to both agents. "Recently my business has been doing fairly well; we do a lot of construction work, but ever since this big job. We've been getting these threats, mostly letters and a few e-mails, but the police haven't been able to find the man or woman responsible."
"Do you still have the letters?"
He shook his head." No, I turned it over to the police, but the letters never said anything about my family."
Both agents looked at Mr. Keel, clearly confused.
"Then what did they say?" Reid asked as his first question to the father.
"Mostly, about my company, how it's going to suffer, how it would be ruin, those types of things. At the time I didn't think the letters were anything to worry about, but my wife insisted that I take it to the police." He turned his eyes toward the doorway.
Emily stood up from her seat and walked out the door, giving her consolations at the doorway. Reid soon followed a dazed look in his eyes.
Who thinks the Antagonist is already a jerk, anyone, show of hands who like the antagonist? HAHAHAH kidding, well not really, but please leave a comment, oh and for the people who favorite d so soon thanks, I really appreciate it.
Question 1: whats your opinion of the antagonist?
Question 2: Who's your favorite character?
mine's Spencer Reid and Hotch I can't pick, sorry.
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