The Namesake Murder Club - You Are My Sunshine

by 10th Muse

Follows after Valentine's Day. This will be a new multi-chapter story. There is an UnSub out there preying on the weak, targeting specifically on people whose names are named after song titles. The only clue the BAU team has is the UnSub calls it The Namesake Murder Club. It's exclusive. Song title will change and posted as it goes along until this case/UnSub is caught.

2. Ch 2 - Lola

.I do not own Criminal Minds or the main characters.

.I do not own the song 'Lola' sung by the Kinks written by Ray Davis.

.Enjoy!

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Criminal Minds

Lola

.The Namesake Murder Club.

Part 2

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I met her in a club down in North Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola
C-O-L-A cola

Emily and Hotch arrived at the Oklahoma PD.

"Only two?" The Sheriff stared at them.

"My team is stretched out, working on multiple cases." Hotch felt he didn't need to explain more about this particular UnSub at the moment.

"Well, two is better than none." The Sheriff replied in a nonchalant way. "I'll take you guys down to the morgue."

Hotch and Emily nodded as they followed him. "Can you tell us about this case while we walk?" Emily tried to defuse the situation; she saw the Sheriff had not taken to the slight, he felt the FBI should sent more agents than the two of them.

They had been notified by Garcia that this case was not the first, it was their third one, that was why the Sheriff had decided to call upon them.

John Parham gave her a cursory glanced before he nodded, "As I had told your people, this is our third case, and we thought we had this bagged but we were just as stumped." He spoke with a southern accent. "Homicide case is not unusual around here nor is it typical. I run this county as peaceful as I can." He shook his head as he pressed the button in the elevator.

"No one is saying you're doing otherwise, Sheriff Parham. All we're here is to lend a hand." Hotch assured him.

The other man nodded, feeling slightly appeased. "Well, like I said, this case here is a stumper."

"Why is that?" Emily watched him. "Was the vic. shot?"

"Nah, er, the vic was strangled."

"Strangled?" Emily frowned. "Why do you seem hesitant, Sheriff?"

As they had reached the basement level, he held his hand, "I'll show you, this way."

He introduced them to the coroner, "Show the agents the victim, doc." He nodded to her.

She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

The coroner removed the white sheet and Hotch exchanged looks with Emily, "I thought the victim was a female?"

"Victim was a transgender." Sheriff Parham joined in. "He was strangled because apparently his date found out about his real identity and was not please with him/her so he strangled him in a fit of anger and embarrassment. And he cut off his male parts, did a pretty ugly job...kinda like a Lorena Bobbitt situation but in reverse."

Emily and the coroner stared at him but they held their voices; the infamous was nothing like the current situation at all; Emily and the coroner exchanged looks that translated to how this sheriff became who he was today and they shook their heads quietly.

Hotch felt embarrassed for the sheriff but he too, stayed quiet as he let him continued his rant about transgenders getting what was due.

"The date, were you able to ID'ed him?" Hotch asked the sheriff when, thankfully he was through his soapbox.

He nodded, "Oh yeah...got him locked up upstairs in the holding cell."

Hotch and Emily exchanged excited looks; this was the break they needed!

"We need to talk to him." Hotch insisted as they left the morgue.

"Be my guests, he refused to talk since he killed that freak." He pointed to the morgue. "He'd been muttering some kind of chanting, can't figure out what the heck he's saying." He shrugged. "And he refused a counselor, so it's good for us, we can talk to him." He grinned.

Hotch gave him a hesitant look, "Yeah...let us talk to him first."

The sheriff nodded as he led them to the interrogation room, "He's in there, help yourselves, agents." He held the doors opened.

"Thank you, Sheriff. I'll let you know what we have after the questionings."

The sheriff gave a casual wave, "Yeah, no problem, glad to help. And ya'll be helping us folks in this county if you get him off our streets, don't need this kinda of murderers hereabouts."

Hotch and Emily nodded as they walked in.

Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

They heard him singing, not chanting.

Hotch introduced himself and Emily to him but he did not respond.

He kept on singing.

"Hotch...listen to what he's singing...it's the chorus to the song, Lola." Emily lightly touched his sleeve. "Mr. Evans, your date, is her name Lola?" She asked him.

He suddenly looked up at her and nodded, "Lola...L.O.L.A...Lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, Lola" he began to sing as he laughed. He held his hands which bore some traces of dried blood.

He muttered, "She said, she said, shit her fucking voice sounded, well at first like a woman, on the phone when we first talked, on the phone she sounds pretty on the phone," he was talking continuously. Emily decided impulsively to record him on her phone, just in case they might miss something, Hotch nodded in approval. They continued to listen to him talking nonstop.

"Lola, she was such a teaser when we met at the Harmony." He looked up the two agents. "You know about the Harmony? It's a bar where couples meet, a nice place. I told my friends at work I met Lola a couple of weeks before and she was so nice, I mean I never met her face-to-face, just online, and that she posted her picture on my Face Book, and I...I...fell instantly in love with her." he ran his hand over his hair shakily. "She was damn gorgeous, don't you think?" He began searching his pockets and found them empty and looked pleadingly at them, "Oh...the police, they took my cell phone, if you ask them for it, I'll show you Lola, lo,lo,lo,lo,Lola!" He laughingly singed her name. "Such a beautiful name, and I always liked that song...it's by the Kinks, you know?" the two agents didn't respond but it didn't deter him as he continued, "Anyways, I showed Lola's picture to my friends and family and I told them I'm going to marry her soon, we'd already made plans." He smiled dreamily. "I was gonna buy a ring at Zales, she liked Zales, she said." He then frowned, "But my parents told me that I'm rushing things too fast, I haven't met her yet, and they haven't met her. Can you believe them? I'm thirty-five, I'm old enough to decide if I'm seriously in love and ready to marry my Lola, and she knows I'm serious about her."

Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walk like a woman and talk like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

"Mr. Evans, what happened when you meet Lola?" Emily asked him.

He looked at her in anguish, "I, she's so damn beautiful, just like the picture." He nodded. "She is my dream, I'm so ready to marry her today."

"And then what happened?" This was from Hotch.

He held out his blood-dried hands, "I killed her. I killed her...him. She was not her. Lola was not Lola, she fucking lied to me." He began to cry. "He started to tell me he is a tranny and he's in the process of changing over, and that he needed the money to complete the...the sex organs...whatever..." he waved his hands. "He knew I had money, he's been scoping the internet, and shopping for some damn fucking sugar pops, and I happen to live nearby. How fortunate for Jonathan Coombs."

"Who?"

"That's his real name, Jonathan Coombs, he told me before I killed him. He told me he needed about eighty grand for starters to get the sex change. I told him I'm not gonna let him have it. I told him to get the fuck away from me forever. But he showed me the pictures of us kissing and threatened to post it to my family and my friends, and especially to my clients."

Well, we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said, "Little boy won't you come home with me?"

Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

"Your clients? What do you do, Mr. Evans?"

"I'm the assistant District Attorney for State, didn't Sheriff Parham tell you?" He revealed and added with a sigh, "Yeah, I know I'm screwed at that point, so I decided to cut his dick off." He laughed bitterly, "Now he won't need the money for transplant. I did a favor for him."

Hotch nodded; he used to be one himself, he understood Evans's position very well.

"Hey, if I'm going down to hell, I might as well screw the devil any ways I can get." He grinned without remorse. "Now, tell me what my chances are, Agents?"

They had no answers for him.

"Do you know of this website The Namesake Murder Club?" Emily asked him.

Evans looked startled a bit, "...I, Lola..." he shook his head before he corrected, "Coombs told me about it, says this Club was something profound; the founder of the site had encouraged him to become Lola, Coombs had always been a cross dresser, he found the name Lola fitted him and always referred to himself as Lola. Jonathan Coombs was no more, he said. The Club told her to never refer to herself as him anymore, and to do whatever it takes to remake herself as Lola. She even has a recorded message from the founder she played repeatedly, encouraging her to be herself. At first, when I met her, I didn't know what that meant." He turned away from the Emily and Hotch. "Not until she showed me her parts that I knew what she wanted but then, I was not ready for it, for her, for my Lola, lo, lo, lo, lo, Lola..."

He began to sing again as he faced the wall.

I pushed her away, I walked to the door
I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees
I looked at her, and she at me

Hotch and Emily left the interrogation room and headed to where the Sheriff was waiting.

"You folks find anything interesting?"

Hotch shook his head, "Not much, Sheriff. The victim, may we look at her possessions?"

The Sheriff gave Hotch an odd look but he nodded, "Of course, Agent Hotchner. A moment please."

Ten minutes later, he came back holding a large manilla envelope, "Here ya go, oh by the way, the vic's name is Jonathan Coombs."

Hotch nodded, "Yes, that is confirmed by the suspect."

"Oh yeah...the assistant DA."

"You might have let us know who we're talking to before we went in, Sheriff." Emily pointed.

He shrugged, "I didn't want you folks to give him any special treatment or have any preconceived ideas."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He's the asst. DA, you folks might help each other."

Hotch looked angry, "Sheriff, the BAU works for everybody, not for ourselves. Remember that."

Before the sheriff could reply, Emily spoke up, "Hotch, here's the recording and Lola's playlist on the cell phone."

"Hey...how did you get into the cell phone, we can't figure the pass code." The sheriff looked stunned.

Emily gave him a tight smile, "Sorry Sheriff, this is a federal case, we're taking it with us."

"Hey, you can't do that!"

"Yes, we can." Hotch nodded. "We've been investigating concurrent murders and this is one of them, so all evidences belong to the federal authorities. Please transport the prisoner to the federal prison. Thank you Sheriff Parham for your help." Without any acknowledgment, he and Emily immediately left the PD, leaving the sheriff wide mouthed.

As they hopped into their SUV, Emily turned to Hotch, "That was very masterfully played, former District Attorney Hotchner."

He raised an eyebrow, "It's not funny, Emily. We're still nowhere with the UnSub."

She cast her eyes down onto her lap, playing with the cellphone in the evidence bag, "Sorry, Hotch. I just ..."

Suddenly the song came on, Lola lo lo lo lo Lola lo lo lo lo Lola

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola

Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world
Except for Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

She quickly turned the music off, "I am so sorry."

But a voice came on, it was the same male voice and he was repeating the same message he had uttered on the previous death; Lucy Diamonds.

"Frankly," Emily muttered sullenly, "I am getting pretty fed up of this douche bag and his condescending ways."

Hotch watched her, "I think we both need a short break." He took a deep breath. "We need food. How about dinner?"

She snapped her head up at him, "Huh? Did you say food? Dinner?"

He grinned, "Yes, Prentiss. We've not had anything to eat since we got on the jet in Virginia, I can't have my star agent starving." He teased her.

She beamed, "Oh...if only Morgan could hear you calling me that."

He shook his head, "Don't. I'll never hear the end of it from him."

She chuckled, "I won't tell him you said that."

"Thanks, so...what do you think of it? Dinner."

She nodded, "Sure, you know me, when it comes to food, I'm always game."

He nodded as he started up the vehicle, "We'll check into the hotel and call Garcia, set her up with the cell phone, and then we'll catch up on the rest during dinner."

"Sounds like a solid plan. Dinner with the boss." She pumped her hands up and down cheerfully. "Always in my bucket list."

"Don't push it, Prentiss." He shook his head as they arrived at the hotel.

"Yes sir. Never sir." She grinned.

"Sass."

Well I left home just a week before
And I've never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man"

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola...

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To be continued...

. A/N- oh don't worry, after the dinner with the twosome, the case will be ramping up! Hang on, stay tight...in the mean time, who will be next?

Thanks for reading this story, I appreciate it!