So, here's the second chapter! I hope, you still enjoy it!
Emily and Spencer drove to that former storage building. It took some time for them to get there.
"It should be here?"
"It's the correct address, just wait a moment."
Emily gave Spencer a puzzled look.
"We can't preclude, that one of the members is our unsub. It wouldn't be smart to introduce us as FBI agents, when we go in there."
"And I suggest, you have already an idea, genius?"
"You're right."
Spencer searched something in his messenger bag.
"Here it is."
"What's that?"
"Two press cards. J.J. gave them to me, she got them from someone, who owed her something.
"Do you think, that this will work out?"
"Why not? It's much better than to tell her we're from the FBI, it could be a warning for the unsub."
"I can't believe, that you're carrying press cards with you. And what will we tell them?"
"That we're thinking about an article about the local Parkour scene."
"Okay..."
When they entered the building, both were impressed and astonished. There were obstacles in different heights, inserted floors, which built several projections.
"That's really impressive. So...?"
"So what?"
"Do you wanna try?"
"What? I'm not so dumb to risk my life here, let's take a look where Tessa is."
They walked around for a while, till they asked a young woman.
"Excuse us, but we're searching Tessa Sandrine Molière."
"She's upstairs..., hey Tessa, someone's asking for you."
"No problem, I'll come down to you."
"We can ..."
"It's okay."
With a few bold jumps Tessa came up to Emily and Spencer.
"So, and for whom I did this little show?"
"Miss Tessa Sandrine Molière?"
"Yes, live in front of you and you?"
Her french accent made a little artwork out of her every word.
"Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid." Both showed their press cards.
"Press? Wow, what do you want?"
"We're thinking about an article about the local Parkour scene, and it seems that you're the best contact person we can get."
"I'm impressed and feel flattered. I think, it's better, when we go in my office, here it's a little bit too loud to talk."
"Okay, fine."
Emily and Spencer followed Tessa into her office on the second floor. She closed the door behind them.
"Okay, just tell me, who you really are. I know, you're not from the press. Your whole behavior speaks a different language."
"SSA Emily Prentiss and SSA Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI."
Tessa stared disbelieving at their badges.
"FBI? I suggest, you're here due to the shot traceurs."
"Yes, four of the victims were in your group."
"I think about it every day, trying to understand, why someone is hunting us. We're not hurting anyone. After the second murder I told them, that they should only train together, but it didn't help Cheryl and Steven."
"Did somebody threaten you in the last weeks or months or anyone of your group?"
"No, nothing, I can't explain that to myself. We're not doing something wrong."
"Were there any records due to damages of property against you or one your members?"
"No, you need to know, there are rules, which the members have to follow, what's possible and what not. And I can assure you that my members are following them. Parkour is like a game, a game with the barriers of your body to see how far you can go, how you can overcome an obstacle. I don't understand at all that someone could hate us so much."
"We're here to find out."
"Miss Molière, we need a list of all your members. We need to ask them if they saw something strange or unusual on their routes..."
"No problem, we'll do everything to help you. If there is anything that I can do for you, just let me know."
"For how long you're doing this?"
Tessa looked at Emily.
"What do you mean? The whole time, I'm a traceur or for how long I have this old storage building?"
"Both."
"I'm now 24 years old, I started with Parkour with 18 in France, two years later my mother and I moved to the United States after my father died. There was no reason for me to stay in Paris. I started to train here alone, till I met some people, who found it interesting and joined me, so this group was built."
"What does your mother think of this here?"
"That I'm a professional traceur? Dr. Reid, how would you react, when you send your dauther to much more than one expensive boarding schools and then something like this is the result."
"You want to tell, that she isn't enthusiastic."
"No, she would like to cast me out, if it wouldn't be so decayed for her image. She says, that she tolerates it, but I know the truth. When we meet, she criticizes me, she wanted me to follow in her footsteps, but it's my life."
"How fast can we get that list?"
"I can print it immediately."
"That would be very helpful. And I got one more question."
"Everything you want to know, Agent Prentiss."
"I don't know, if it's possible or if you have the time for it, but can you show me some methods or moves to...?"
Tessa grinned.
"You want to learn Parkour?"
"Yes, I thought, it could be helpful to chase a suspect."
"No problem. Just tell me, when you got time, than we'll train a little bit."
"Alright."
Spencer wasn't sure if he only imagined that, but it seemed, that Tessa took a very long and interested look on Emily, although Tessa was very attractive. She looked like a sportive version of Audrey Hepburn, very fragile, but well trained.
"Can you tell me, why the police didn't react for so long?"
"I'm afraid, that I can't, but it would have been better, if they called us earlier," Emily rejoined.
"We're searching for long distance serial killer, who has a very straight target."
"Okay, and what can you do to stop him?"
"We create a profile of him or her."
"Her? Do you think, it could be a woman?"
"It would be very unusual, 'cause in the history of the long distance serial killers, there had only been one woman. Brenda Ann Spencer, on the 29th of January in 1970 she shot two people and hurt nine people. She used a semi-automatic gun, caliber 22, that was a present from her father. Her motive was really simple, she told one of the police officers, that she doesn't like Mondays. This sentence inspired the band "The Boomtown Rats" to their song "I don't like Mondays"."
Tessa looked irritated at Spencer.
"Don't worry, he's something like a living library. And Spencer, I don't think, that Miss Molière wants to hear some statistics about serial killers with a gun."
"Just call me Tessa, and it's really interesting."
"For us it's an advice, that he only killed trauceurs. Tessa, do you know anything, that happened what could be so awful that it's responsible for such a hatred to shoot people? Maybe an accident, someone you threw out of your group?"
"Not at the moment, I'm sorry. I was thinking about those thinks for weeks, but nothing, we're the only group of traceurs here in New York City. The big hype at the moment is golf in the city. Here is the list for you."
"Thank you."
Emily handed Tessa her calling card.
"Before you go, why did you tell me at first, you're from the press?"
"Tessa, it is possible that our unsub is one of your members, so we chose a little lie to give him or her a feeling of safety."
"Oh, I understand. So, you'll call when you want a training lesson?"
"I'll do so, so please be careful, Tessa and tell all your members, that they should be careful too. If it's possible, don't train outside on the roofs."
"I'll tell them, do you remember the way back or should I?"
"No, it's okay, thank you."
Tessa sat thoughtfully at her desk, after Emily and Spencer left her, she never distrusted her members, and she didn't want to think that everyone around her could be a possible enemy.
Nearly 20 minutes later Emily and Spencer left a coffee shop.
"You bad ass, you bought the last apple caramel bar."
Emily was a bit pissed off.
"I'm sorry, do you want to have it?"
"No, it's okay. You can have it, if you like to see how a good friend is suffering."
Spencer smirked when he saw Emily's "little girl is sad and wants a cookie" look on her face.
"You won, I don't want it anymore."
"You're too easy to impress, Baby."
"So what do you think so far?"
"About what?"
"That Tessa could be one of our suspects, she knows all the routes, her members..."
"I don't think so, she seemed really shocked about that. But I have one terrible absurd idea."
"Just tell, you know, I'm the expert for absurd ideas."
"And for anything else on this planet."
"What is, when Tessa's mother is involved in that? Tessa said, that she doesn't like what her daughter is doing. She could have engaged a killer, who killed these eight traceurs."
"Why that? To get her daughter out of this scene?"
"Yes, Spencer, I know better than anyone on this planet, how far an over engaged mother would go..."
"That's really an absurd idea."
"I know, but it could be possible."
"We should join the others to see what they got so far."