This chapter has more Reid (not a whole lot, but you can at least see what's going on in his super massive, sexy noggin!) I also included some Morgan/Garcia banter! Penelope is so fun to write! I love Garcia; she's the heart of the team!

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"No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear." -Edmund Burke


The team was sitting around a table in the Evansville Police Department building in a room very similar to their own conference room in Quantico. They'd already made introductions with the local department. The lead detective on the case was a stern gray-haired woman named Sandra Baxton. Her department was overwhelmed; they'd never dealt with so many missing persons cases at one time. It was just recently when they'd made the connection that a missing woman from Illinois and another from Kentucky could be related to their cases.

One thing the Evansville police knew was that these women had not left on their own accord; no one would willingly drop their lives the way in which they had. One woman left behind her child, these cases were definitely connected.

"So where do we start?" Detective Baxton asked Gideon.

"Victimology. Why did our unsub choose the women he did? What is their significance to him?" he stated.

"We have reason to believe our unsub sees these women as someone from his own life; the women look similar, they're all brunette, and they're all under five foot four inches tall." added Reid.

"This is true, it is very common for offenders to choose people who favor the looks of someone important to them." said Hotch.

"This is all very good, let's put what we know about the victims up on the board." said Gideon.

Miguel read the first victim's file aloud: "Ana Thomas was abducted in the Evansville Wal-Mart parking lot six weeks ago. She's a twenty-year-old cosmetologist. She was reported missing by her fiancé Damon Piers when she didn't come home after running her usual errands. She is the mother of a two-year-old son named Carson."

Brandie wrote some of the important details about Ana on the board. "Well we know she just didn't up and leave, her car was left at the Wal-Mart, plus she has a family at home."

Jared read the next file: "Jenna Roberts, twenty-five, an elementary school teacher, went missing about two weeks after Ana Thomas. She lives in New Haven, Illinois. She was reported missing when she failed to show up for work two days in a row. She lives alone, so no one really knows when exactly disappeared, but neighbors said they saw her leave on a jog, but never saw her return."

"New Haven is a little over half an hour from here," supplied Detective Baxton, "but it's likely she was taken by the same man because she looks so similar to the other missings."

"Could be a strategy to throw us off." said Hotch. He continued, "So based on the first two victims, what can we already conclude?"

"The victims seem unconnected, they most likely didn't know each other or the unsub beforehand." said Morgan.

"It seems our unsub chose his hostages at random, seeing women who look like the object of his fixation and he kidnaps them if he can do so easily." added Ben.

"I agree, he targets women with the right look who he has easy access to, he doesn't plan ahead or stalk the women beforehand. All right next victim." said Gideon.

"We're back in Evanston again with Hope Williams, a seventeen-year-old whose parents reported her missing roughly ten days after Jenna. Her car was found in the public library's parking lot." Ben read aloud.

"Seventeen?" said Morgan incredulously.

"Yeah, but look at this picture, she looks older than that." replied Ben.

"I'll add a timeline to this board, showing the number of days between abductions." said Brandie.

Derek read the next file "Amanda Parker is a twenty-three-year-old personal trainer from Henderson, Kentucky. Her roommate Tara Simon reported her missing when she didn't come home after going grocery shopping. Tara investigated on her own and she found Amanda's car in the grocery store parking lot with groceries lying haphazardly next to it, and saw that one of the side mirrors was smashed and had blood and hair on it."

"Again our unsub went out of state to abduct another woman." stated Hotch.

"When did she disappear?" asked Brandie.

"Sorry, um, nine days ago." reported Morgan.

Reid read the last file with a shaky voice; he was not a comfortable speaking in front of a crowd. "The last victim, Sophia Martin was abducted at work last night. She was the only worker inside the convenience store she is a cashier at. She's nineteen and has lived in Evanston her entire life. She is a student at the University of Southern Indiana and lives with her father most of the time. On nights she doesn't work she stays with her mother, step-father, and younger sister at their house in Boonville. She was valedictorian in high school and…"

"Ok Reid, we just wanted the basics." Morgan cut him off.

"Oh, sorry." said Reid, defeated.

'Wow, she is really pretty! And she's smart too. I wish I could get a girl like that.' thought Reid. 'Wait what am I doing? This girl was kidnapped by an unsub who we were called in to catch. This is totally inappropriate!'

"We watched the store's surveillance video of this earlier." Reid mentioned as an afterthought.

"Hey, we should call Garcia to see if she's made much headway analyzing the video." said Morgan.

"Good idea!" said Brandie as she sat back down at the table.

"Hello my sexy chocolate god, what can I do you for?" quipped Penelope over the phone.

"Careful Baby girl, you're on speakerphone!" replied Morgan with a smirk on his face.

"Hola, amigos!" said the perky blonde addressing the whole team, "Wutcha need?"

Hotch asked, "Were you able to figure out our unsub's height and approximate weight?"

"Yes sir! I used the Digital Perspective Analysis Rendering program I helped create to figure out his height and approximate weight. And you better believe I did more than that in the time you gave me!" she laughed, then continued, "Mr. Meanie is six foot two, two-hundred-and-fifty pounds. And judging by the fact that you can't see any hair poking out from underneath that really ugly and super creepy ski mask, I'd say he's either bald or has really short hair. Sounds scary right?"

"Great, now search through previous offenders in the area who have a similar description." said Gideon.

"I already did that my friends, you usually ask me to do that. You've gotta work on not being so predictable!" answered Garcia in a teasingly.

"Well did you find anyone?" asked Ben.

"Several, but I've narrowed it down. I think I may have already found your unsub!" said Garcia excitedly.

"Wow Baby girl, are you sure you aren't a profiler?" asked Morgan.

"My tag says I'm a technical analyst but I like to refer to myself as a technical goddess!" she replied.

"That you are, Penelope, that you are. So tell us about this potential unsub, what makes you think you've got him?" said Derek.

"Well his name is Charlie Marshall, thirty-four years of age. He's six foot two, bald, and he's pretty hefty. He definitely looks like the guy on the surveillance video. Marshall is unemployed and his last job ended about two months ago, about two weeks before the first girl went missing. Now here's the kicker… wait for it! Bam! You know that whole 'being a previous offender' thing, well there's a woman named Carrie Armstrong who claims he was stalking her and that he even assaulted her. She filed a restraining order against him a few years back and eventually had to leave the area because it got so bad. She lives in Indianapolis now. Carrie looks a whole lot like the missing girls. So does this sound like your creep or what?"

"Very likely, we need to check him out right away." said Gideon.

"So do I win a prize?" asked Garcia playfully.

"We'll see. Good job. Keep digging!" said Hotch.

"You did amazing Mama! Call back if you find anything else." said Morgan.

"Will do, I've already forwarded you everything that I know right now." said Garcia.

"Bye, Baby girl."

"Toodle-loo, My Sweet!"

ILoveCriminalMinds!ILoveCriminalMinds!ILoveCriminalMinds!ILoveCriminalMinds!

Sophia was sitting on a threadbare mattress in a barren room with no windows and a locked door. Her head was pounding. The door opened. The man who had kidnapped her walked in, he was no longer wearing the ski mask.

"What do you want from me?" she asked quietly.

"Carrie will you dance with me?"

She tried to back away from him. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her to her feet. This fast motion made her head swim. Sophia spit in her captor's face.

He shook her, "If you won't dance with me, I won't feed you."

She thought he would have tried to kill her, or at least rape her. 'He wants to dance with me? What's with this guy?' She was still terrified of him though, he was about a foot taller than her, and he probably weighed at least twice as much as she did.

"I SAID DANCE WITH ME CARRIE!" he yelled.

"MY NAME ISN'T CARRIE YOU TWISTED FREAK!" she yelled back.

He hit her, she fell to the floor.

"Alright!" she said through the sobs.

He held her close and made her dance with him as he mumbled the lyrics of REO Speedwagon's "Keep on Lovin' You".


"Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane." -H. P. Lovecraft


I just love that scene in Psychodrama where Hotch wants Garcia to figure out the unsub's height and he doesn't know what the program is called!

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