Chapter #2:
Reid and JJ walked up to Clara Summer's apartment door; they had called ahead of time but no one had answered. It must have been a horrifying ordeal that she went through, JJ thought with a shudder.
Reid knocked on the door. 10 seconds later, a man in his twenties answered the door, "FBI, I'm Agent Jareau, this is Dr. Reid. We're-"
"Did you catch the bas-man who did this to my sister? Oh, um, come in, agents." The man responded, gesturing for them to enter the apartment. "I'm Martin Summer, Clara's younger brother, Clara moved in with me after, well, you know already. So did you catch the guy?" he continued, enthusiastically.
Reid answered, "No, um, actually we didn't, but we were wondering if we could, perhaps, speak to your sister. Ask her a few questions about what happened; it could really help us with-"
"You want to ask Clara about what happened?" Martin Summer began angrily. "She had to move in with me because she was so scared afterwards, that's what happened. The work she had been so passionate about before became meaningless; she stays up in her room all day, she cries herself to sleep every night, only to wake up screaming. She hardly eats, she's a disaster. That's what happened, she doesn't have to tell you about it so you can pick her brain and make her relive it all over again! Get out!"
JJ and Reid had already gotten up, and they began to leave when suddenly Reid turned to victim's brother and asked, "If I could ask: what was she working on that she had been so passionate about?"
"She was a researcher, a special scientist or something; she was on a team that was working on understanding what causes autism. They were making breakthroughs, I think. God, every time I talked to her about it, she was so excited-now, huh." Marin responded more calmly, but obviously shaken up.
"I see-we'll be leaving now, goodbye, sir." JJ said quickly dragging Reid out the door.
As soon as they were down the hall, Reid spoke hastily, "I know that woman."
"You know her!?" JJ responded, shocked.
"Well, I know of her, she's a very predominant person in her research of autism. She was often in science journal discussing her breakthroughs: a genius really, I hope she is able to return to work soon…" Reid answered, excited, yet his voice fading. He suddenly thought of Maeve, she had been so intelligent in every area-she went through so much, and waited for me to save her. But I failed, and I lost someone I-I-I loved, and she lost her life…
JJ spoke interrupting Reid's depressed thoughts, "Hm, I just hope we can get to talk to her."
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Rossi and Blake looked into Diane and her parents' eyes, the pain emanating. "It was very dark there, almost pitch-black," Diane said, trying to control her crying, "it went on for well, two weeks, but it felt much longer. I really don't know what kind of things he did to me, because when he came, he-he-he-he-I can't tell you much more." Diane stopped.
"If you need to take a break, we can." Blake told her, compassionately.
"Thank you." She answered quickly, as she ran out of the room.
"The man left her out at a hospital," Her father said, as calmly as he could. "The doctors patched her up; she goes to therapy every week. She plans on joining a support group soon."
"Look at her scars!" Diane's mother cried. "She was about to finish her get a job as a doctor, but now, she can't look at wounds without…"
"She moved back in with us." Her father said quickly, "And we're happy to have her for as long as she needs."
"I quit my job to take care of her." Mrs. Shawna continued, pressing the importance of their daughter in their life.
"You must love her very much." Blake responded.
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"Hello, I'm Dt. Bond," the man introduced himself.
"Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Morgan, we spoke on the phone. What else can you tell us?" Hotch inquired.
"Well, when we contacted the third victim, Allie Chamber's family, we found out she committed suicide two weeks ago, if that's important to your profile or whatever you guys do." The detective said to Hotch.
"Actually it might be; can the family come here so we can interview them?"
"Yeah, they're on their way. Oh, Agent Hotchner, I know you wanted to get right to the crime scene, I'll have my partner take you there right away."
"Thank you; please lead Agent Morgan to interview Missy, as well."
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Hotch looked around the graveyard where Mia Kane's body had been found, he examined the crime scene photos. Where she had been left showed that the unsub was taunting the police, and the way her body had been placed showed his lack of remorse.
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Rossi and Blake went to the ME, who was finished examining the body of the last victim, "So what was the cause of death?" Blake inquired.
"Bleeding out, it seems." The medical examiner answered, flinching slightly.
"Did you run the DNA on her?" Rossi questioned.
"Yeah, nothing; but here's what I can tell you, she was tortured, with just about everything you can think of. Whips, knives, she was shot, regular tools, volts of electricity-it's pretty bad."
"Does it look like he meant to kill her?" Blake asked suddenly, on a hunch.
"Oh, yes. He knew what he was doing; he certainly intended to kill her."
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"My sister couldn't handle it, it wasn't her fault! Her life was ruined, her boyfriend broke up with her, and she lost her job as a teacher. It was too much." The third victim, Allie Chamber's sister said defensively.
"What she went through must have been terrible." JJ responded, surprised by the aggression in her voice.
"It was!" She responded, huffing.
"Hm, are your parents coming for this interview, Miss?" JJ asked simply.
"I haven't talked to them since Allie died, they didn't take care of her; they weren't sympathetic or anything. I helped her though, I guess it wasn't enough, after all, though because she still took those sleeping pills…" she answered, beginning to cry.
"I'm sure you did everything you could."
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Morgan walked in to see the autistic girl in shorts, a tee-shirt, and sandals, with her hair very in a messy braid. Missy was writing in a notebook franticly, murmuring loudly with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, Missy," Morgan began, "watchya got there in that notebook?"
"This." She responded looking up, a frightened look on her face still present.
Morgan looked inside the notebook; in it were carelessly written math equations. The problems looked very difficult. He smiled at Missy, "Hey, these look hard, do you like math."
"Yeah, do you?" She responded softly, looking away from him.
Morgan smirked, remembering all the times he complained about the subject at her age, "I know someone who's amazing at it."
Again she turned to him, and spoke quietly, "Really?"
"Yeah, I'll call him." He said, opening his cell phone, and pressing '2' for speed-dial. "Hey, Reid."