Hello, Sorry about the late update! I'll try not to do that again, I have the next chapter planned out and it will actually be based off real events!
I do plan on love interests being created in this story, I'm just not sure how I'm going to do that yet.
I appreciate all the reads and reviews on this story! I'll try to post faster next time! Thank you all for reading! It totally makes my day!
The first little part is a snipit of the killers.
"How can this happen?" The man yelled, throwing the beer can at the screen and sending foaming liquid onto the brown carpet.
"Just calm down." The other man said, rolling his eyes. He had about enough of Gary's outbursts and already set a plan in motion.
"What do you mean calm down? They were supposed to be on the news by now!"
"It's already taken care of." The man said smiling.
"What do you mean it's already taken care of?" Gary asked taking a seat on the couch next to him.
"I sent Norman…"
"What the hell Tom?" Greg exploded.
"He'll be fine, besides I gave him permission to get some trophies."
Greg was flabbergasted, "Tom I like scaring these girls as much as you but Norman…he's a lose canon. It's just a matter of time before he makes a mistake and we all go down."
"He'll be fine." Tom assured him, "Just wait and see. By lunchtime those FBI agents will be all over the news and with any luck Norman will be back with the goodies."
"Well if you want my opinion I think Norman should be eliminated." Greg said.
"And kill our own brother?" Tom smacked Greg across the back of the head, "What would mom think? He may be stupid but he's good at what he knows and he knows this."
Greg huffed, "You are a class 1 idiot, and mom is the one that messed him up in the first place, making him wear dresses all the time. He doesn't know if he wants to be a man or woman and what he does to those girls after their dead is sick man."
Tom knew Greg was right. Their younger brother Norman had been raised quite differently than they had, the thoughts of what Norman wanted to do and could do made him cringe, but he was the older brother and had a duty to protect him. With a harsh glance towards Greg and a mean elbow to the ribs he said, "Shutup! He's our brother and we have a duty to protect him!"
Greg grabbed his side and stood up out of reach of Tom, "Man! You've lost it!" Greg looks at his watch then back to Tom, "My only duty is to my job. I'm going to take a shower and leave."
"While your flipping burgers keep an eye on the news and you'll see what you've been waiting for." Tom said with a laugh, half mocking the job his brother had recently acquired.
"If Norman didn't screw it up." Greg said under his breath.
Emily looked out the passenger window, blankly staring in the distance.
"So when are you going to quit playing this game Emily?"
Emily shot her head in the direction of the agent driving the SUV, "I'm not playing a game." Emily said defensively to Morgan.
"Well if you're not playing a game, something is up and from the look you just had on your face it's not good. I'm also guessing that whatever is up, has to do with Garcia and JJ since you all had a little meeting this morning."
Good going Emily, Garcia can be convincing enough when Morgan goes to see her, but you just fall apart. It's just sex, that's all. Emily looked out the front windshield and saw police vehicles coming into view, "Looks like we're here."
"Emily you can avoid this all you want too, but if whatever this is starts affecting your job, Hotch is going to pull you out of the field."
I just want to go home. I wish he would just shut up. I don't need this right now. How do you do this? Be an agent, with a deep breath Emily began, "From where I'm sitting, it looks like all your focused on is me and right now all I want to do is find out whose killing these women."
Keep it up Emily, the charade won't last for long. Morgan shook his head and parked the vehicle. Arguing with Emily was a grueling task and he no longer felt like going head to head. Emily had been right, they needed to try and catch who was killing these women. Still keeping an attentive eye on his female partner they trudged through the brush to a huge limestone boulder and just on the other side was the bodies.
"There definitely local." Emily said kneeling down at one of the victims.
"What makes you say that?" An officer interjected.
Morgan explained, "The dumpsite is secluded, only a local would know where this is. More than likely they were probably raised here."
"And they come back to re-visit them." Emily said, looking at the lipstick prints on the newest victims faces. "An un-sub of this nature isn't likely to drive great distances from his home. He wants to keep them close."
Morgan paused a moment to contemplate a few ideas and looked out into the woods. "It's unlikely this guy would want to risk being seen. He's probably gaining access by someway other than the trail."
Emily stands up and looks around. With her back to the original hiking trail she points into the woods and said, "What's in that direction?
One of the officers looked and said, "Not much, once you get past the woods it meets up with Mill Hollow Rd."
"That doesn't sound like a highly traveled road." Emily stated.
"It's not." The officer reiterated.
Morgan looks and says, "My guess is they come into the woods from an entry point on the other side. If the road isn't highly traveled they could dump the bodies during the day."
"Wouldn't they be seen?" The officer asked.
Emily then states, "Morgan stay here, I'm going to stand on the main trail." Emily makes it to the main trail and looks in the direction of the boulder, hiding the bodies, "I can see the boulder!" She yells to Morgan.
"I'm going to make some noise and move around, tell me if you hear anything!" Morgan shouted to Emily.
Emily waited, she heard nothing and never once did she see Morgan. Chills ran up her spine, things were becoming all too real. With a deep breath she started walking through the brush, back towards the boulder.
"Anything?" Morgan finally asked, surprised she was almost back at their location, when he stepped around to see her.
Emily kept walking towards him, "Not a thing. The brush is too thick and the distance is too great."
"Agents?" The officer called.
Morgan and Emily walked towards the bodies, "What is it?" Morgan asked.
"None of these women are wearing any undergarments, but look here?" The officer held up the end of one of the victim's skirts.
Morgan and Emily eyed each other curiously and looked up the woman's dress, "That's different." Emily said.
"Well it's safe to say he's doing more than just kissing them. One of our un-subs is a necrophiliac." Morgan implied.
"He's also a collector." Emily said, "Keeping their undergarments."
Morgan looked at the piece of cloth covering the woman's genital area. It was a neat rectangle shape, strategically placed, held on by duck tape. Morgan put on his glove and looked at another woman who also had a piece of cloth taped over her genital area. "I think it's the un-sub's way of keeping them clean. He's definitely obsessive compulsive."
Emily took her eyes out from under the woman's skirt and looked at the dead bodies, "That's not the only thing he's obsessive about."
Morgan looked up as the officer let down the victim's skirt. All the bodies had been placed in a line, equal distance apart and from the looks of decay, first victim started on the left, ending with the last victim on the right. "I'll call Hotch." Morgan said.
Emily pulled out her phone, "I'll call Garcia and get her to give us the co-ordinates to Mill Hollow Road."
Hotch approached the nurse's station and said, "Hi, I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner and we're looking for Dr. Owens."
"Just one moment please." The nurse said before walking off to find her. Minutes later the nurse came back with the doctor.
The doctor was a thin woman in her mid-thirties with, long curly hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail. She wasted no time speaking to the agents and holding out her hand for a shake, "It's good to see you. I was beginning to worry about the girls, how are they doing?"
Rossi and Hotch looked at one another in confusion then Rossi asked, "What girls?"
"JJ, Emily and Penelope." Dr. Owen's asked waiting for them to respond with genuine concern.
Hotch and Rossi again looked at one another, this time knowing what had happened. They didn't know what to say, both of them argued with themselves if they should interrogate the doctor or wait and ask the girls.
"I'm guessing you didn't know, and that I already said too much." The Doctor looked at the floor contemplating, which didn't go unnoticed.
"What is it?" Hotch asked.
"I thought sure you'd know. They were all adamant about telling you, Agent Hotchner."
Hotch hated to pry without the girls knowing, something about it seemed wrong, like he was violating them. There was one question that came to his mind that didn't seem so intrusive, "Dr. Owens you have worked all of these cases, was there anything out of the ordinary?"
Dr. Owens spoke with her hands as she talked, "I have worked hundreds of rape cases, as you know and nothing about the girls was out of the ordinary. All the wounds were relatively superficial and there was little bruising, there is no way to put this nicely but physically the rape didn't seem to be that aggressive, compared to some I've seen."
The agents were quiet and their anger was increasing.
Dr. Owens continued, "I know you come to ask about the girl's whose bodies were found this morning. Their rapes did match that of JJ, Emily, and Penelope, relatively unaggressive but there is one thing I'd like to point out, every single victim had a finger imprint bruises on the bicep area of their arm, as if they were held down while someone else raped them. Please agents, know I don't take this lightly and if there is anything else I can do to help you, you know where to find me.
The agents nodded their head and turned to leave. Hotch couldn't speak, his pace began to quicken and his teeth clinched.
Rossi was just as angry as Hotch but his intent and actions were not so fierce. His concern was with the girls and thinking how they must of felt and not being able to stop it. He thought of them as his own and nothing less. He tried to keep up as Hotch stormed out of the hospital watching him slam his fists against the doors.
Hotch made it outside next to the SUV and made a few small paces in frustration before kicking his foot against the driver's side door. Then jerking the door open he took a seat and slammed the door closed.
Rossi also entered the SUV, closing the door to a dead silence.
Hotch didn't stick the key in the ignition but just sat there.
Rossi had finally waited long enough, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. I just don't know." Hotch said, preparing to start the vehicle.
Reid and JJ were on their way to the station when JJ pulled up to a road check. Officers were checking licenses. JJ flashed her FBI badge but the young officer insisted on a license. JJ cooperatively reached for her wallet and realized it wasn't there. She had left it at home. JJ sighed and replied with, "I don't have it."
The young officer, being so bold said, "Then I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."
"What?" JJ asked.
"Step out of the vehicle ma'am."
JJ started to comply when another office walked over; he immediately saw her I.D. badge and sent JJ and Reid on their way.
JJ looked at Reid and asked, "Do you mind if I stop by the apartment to grab my wallet?"
"That's fine." Reid had noticed a slight change in JJ. She was acting strangely. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." JJ said.
Reid just nodded and looked out the window. He wasn't good with words when it came to emotions or someone feeling bad. He just chose to be quiet and contemplate the possibilities of what could be wrong.
Come on Reid, ask me another question. Please, I want to tell someone. I don't know how much longer I can stand this. JJ was so eager to tell someone what happened that at any moment she felt as if she was going to explode, but she wanted someone to press her, so she had a reason for Garcia if she had to explain.
In silence they pulled up to JJ's apartment complex. JJ left the engine running and said, "I'll be right back."
"Take your time." Reid said.
JJ solemnly walked the staircase to the second floor. She reached her apartment door and unlocked it. Walking in everything seemed normal and her wallet was right where she left it, on the kitchen table. Just as she was about to walk out she saw a glimpse of light beaming into the hallway, from her bedroom. Stopped in her tracks she distinctly remembers shutting it before she left that morning.
Slowly she pulled her gun out and walked slowly, along the edge of the wall to her room. When she reached the door way she stopped, breathed slowly then turned quickly around the corner, aiming her gun in all directions. When she realized no one was there her attention was drawn to her dresser mirror, spelled out in her lipstick was, I'm gonna get you, followed with a childlike smiley face.
JJ covered her mouth as the salty tears escaped her lids. Her knees felt weak and she sat down on her bed, when she did she stuck her hand in something thick and milky colored. Her instant reaction was vomiting all over the floor.
Norman had paid his due.
Emily and Morgan had made it back to the police station, at about the same time Hotch and Rossi did.
Before Morgan had a chance to explain what they found on Mill Hollow Road, one of the officers in the station yelled, "It looks like we have our next set of victims!"
Morgan was first at the officer's side, standing at the television screen, while Emily blatantly noticed the empathetic glances from Rossi and Hotch. She felt her face flush and inside she was screaming. Just walk casually to the screen; it could be anybody, besides JJ did talk to the press. Part of her hoped it was someone else and then immediately she felt ashamed for thinking so.
Lost in her thoughts, Emily was pulled out when she felt Rossi's hand on her back and he said, "Why don't we start on that geographic profile. JJ and Reid called and said they had to make a pit stop."
Emily didn't know what to say, Rossi and Hotch had to know. How did they find out?
After seeing Emily's face flush Hotch paused not knowing how to react. He didn't know how to handle the situation and when he did decide to react it was too late. The officer had turned the T.V. up and the words from the reporter's mouth rang through the station, "Three FBI agents fell victim to D.C.'s serial rapist. It is known that these agents work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia." There was a slight pause as the pictures of the victims were displayed on the screen. The reporter continued, "Agent Emily Prentiss, Media Liaison Jennifer Jureau, and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia were brutally raped last night, outside the Blue Coconut…"
Emily heard those words like a knife ripping through her heart. She couldn't look at anyone; her heart beat with intensity unsure of what to do. She found it hard to breath. Without a second to spare she fled the station in a hurried walk, desperately trying not to grab anyone's attention. Behind her she heard Morgan, chasing her down as he called her name then she heard Hotch stopping him. Emily kept going; she jumped in the SUV and drove straight to her apartment.
The ride was silent except for the occasional gasping breath, as she tried to keep herself from crying, she kept telling herself she was stronger than that. When her apartment came into view she couldn't wait to get inside, she wanted a shower, and longed to be under the steaming water washing away the dirty that consumed her.
She started up the stairwell to her second story apartment and as she ascended her pace began to quicken and her eyes began to blur as the tears threatened to fall. Her breathing was short and quick as she tried to hold it in but when she saw her door and the gold number followed by the letter B she couldn't hold it back any longer. Her fingers fumbled aimlessly trying desperately to unlock her door and get inside.
The door bolted open and she stepped inside locking the door behind her.
Emily wiped the tears as they continuously fell. One by one she took off her shoes and then began to undress as she made her way to the bathroom. Finally only in her bra and panties she ran into the bathroom and started the shower. She avoided looking in the mirror as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her body weakened and her knees hit the cold tile, "Why did this have to happen?" She said through her sobs. Emily could feel the bile creeping up her throat and she started to gag. Turning to face the toilet she caught the figure of a man standing in the bathroom doorway. She gasped, "No!"
"Now the real fun begins." Norman said with a haunting laugh.
HOpe you enjoyed! I'd love to know what you thought. If you have any ideas of who should be paired with who as love interests in light of the tragic events, I'd love to hear your opinion.