Here we go, chapter three!! Hope everyone is enjoying it so far... and just a special thank you for all who reviewed and alerted this story! I really love all your feedback!
The teams in Florida, my favorite state!! Please dont mind my tenses, sometimes I goes back to past tense on accident, and when I proofread, sometimes I miss one and don't fix it. Also any other mistakes are mine b/c I dont have a beta.
And as far as the case itself goes, don't look too much into it, I'm sure theres plenty of loop holes. Seeing as the case is not my main focus, I'm not stressing over an amazing case file in this story.
Disclaimer: Same as always... I own nothing.
Anyways... Happy reading!
They land at MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa at 2pm sharp. It is hot and humid as the team files out of the small plane. Talking amongst themselves, they gather their "go bags" and descend down the small set of stairs to the black tarmac. Two black government-issued SUVs await the group in the shade of one of the hangars.
Resituating her bag over her shoulder, Emily feels a familiar hand come to rest on the small of her back. Finding Aaron walking on her right, his arm reaching behind her, she smiles at him.
"JJ and Reid, you're with me. We need to set up camp at the local police department. Find out exactly what they've got so far. Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, head over to Rebecca Stone's residence. Search everything, we don't know much about this guy," Hotch gives the orders as he opens the driver's door to the first car and climbs in.
"Shotgun!" calls Emily and starts for the passenger side of the second car.
"Hey, what the hell does that mean?" Rossi looks at Morgan.
"Well, it comes from the American fascination with the Old West, when the person sitting next to the coach driver carried a shotgun to fend off robbers or Indians," Reid offers from the back seat of the first SUV. "It means…"
Morgan cuts him off as he assists Reid in shutting his car door.
"It means I'm driving and you get the back seat old man," Morgan puts simply, grinning widely.
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Rebecca Stone's one-level apartment is a mess. The couch is torn apart, drawers in every room open or dumped upside down on the floor. Broken glass from a vase covered the kitchen floor, a single rose laying haphazardly in a small puddle under an overturned chair.
"Well this is most likely the scene of the abduction," Emily suggests.
"Unless he ransacked the place first then picked her up somewhere else, or vice versa," Morgan says, considering all possibilities.
"Unlikely," counters Rossi holding up a broken cell phone. "He smashed it. Why?"
The other two remain silent, rummaging around for anything that might have been missed.
Emily notes the lack of any electronics in the apartment. "So much for our theory of two unsubs. So he robs the place, then comes back and abducts the victims? I just don't get it."
She wanders into the bedroom. It seems relatively untouched. The bed is made, for which she is grateful for. The bedside table drawer is open, as is the top drawer of the oak dresser, but the rest of the room remains intact.
The house is quiet. She can hear the quiet murmur of voices from the other rooms of the house and then a cell phone rings somewhere off in the distance. She turns to leave the bedroom when she hears it.
A muffled crash, not loud but… definitely a crash.
The closet. Off to her left, it is closed, but she is sure she heard something hit the door. She turns slowly and starts toward the closet. Silently approaching the door, she puts her hand on her glock, just in case. She unclips her gun and raises it steadily as she reaches for the handle.
The brass knob is cold as she turns it, and in one swift motion swings open the door.
"Ahhh…"
Hmmm, a cliffy!! This is me trying my hand at suspense (and some humor earlier on)... I hope I don't let you all down haha
Reid's explanation of "shotgun" was found on ... so credit goes to whoever wrote it... and I hope Rossi wouldn't take offense to being called "old man" heehee
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