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Chapter 4 – Crime Scenes Are Ugly Places

Hotch and Detective Adams had arrived at the third crime scene, the piano concert hall at Seattle University. Walking from the car Detective Adams showed Hotch the way to the hall. They were met by two security officers who were telling people to stay away from the area. Their student's death had occurred just the week before so it was still fairly recent. Taking a pair of gloves from the box provided both men opened the doors and entered the hall. Standing in the centre of the stage was a large, black, grand piano. Hotch walked up the stairs to see its keys, stained with dry red blood from Elene Ross's body. Looking further around the area he tried to see anything that could have helped them. "Did forensics come through here?" Hotch asked, his voice echoing off the walls to the Detective who was inspecting the seats around the perimeter. "Yeah they did but the place was clean. Plus since there were thousands of students in here the day before she was dumped their DNA was all over the scene."

"What about the Piano, anything there?" Hotch asked.

"Nothing," Detective Adams replied looking to a pen that had been left between two chairs. "Students were practising on it before she died, any of those hundreds of fingerprints could be from students, staff, there were too many samples for them to try and single out anything." Hotch looked further around the stage when he saw small blood droplets leading towards the back door. Carefully following the trail he arrived at the back. Then he saw a small white box attached to it. "Detective!" Hotch called. The Detective ran down the tiered stairs and walked onto the wooden stage. "What is it?" He asked.

"It looks like he came through the back door." Hotch explained. "How is this door opened?"

"I don't know," Detective Adams replied when one of the security personnel opened the front door.

"Is everything okay in here?" He asked loud enough for them to hear.

"Come down here for a minute!" Hotch called and the officer arrived beside him. "How do these doors work?"

"Cardkey," the officer replied removing his staff ID card and placing it on the white box until a green light appeared and it opened. "How many students and staff does this university have?" Hotch inquired. "We have about 200 staff, 4,000 students1; in comparison to others we are very small."

"Do they all have access to all the rooms inside the university?"

"Well yes, students are prohibited inside the staff rooms but that's about it. We are a twenty four hour university. Students come past everyday to go to computer laboratories or to practice inside the concert hall."

"Okay, thank you," Hotch replied. "Here's my card, call if there is anything else out of the usual."

"I sure will," the guard replied taking the card as Detective Adams and Hotch walked back up the stairs toward the main doors. Each removed their gloves before putting them into a nearby bin. "Agent Hotchner," Detective Adams began to gain the agents attention.

"Yes," Aaron replied, wondering what this man wanted from him. Hadn't he been trying hard enough already? "Why ask so few questions?"

"The crime scene wasn't very helpful because it's been a while before we were called in. If we can find out how they get into the building then we can find out how they dump the bodies and my team can help to fill in the necessary blanks. The fewer questions we ask the less people assume." Hotch finished. "The press will find out about our visit to the university and the less those guards know the less they can release to the public."

Jennifer Jereau should have been used to doing this. Facing the cameras, watching what she said, having microphones pushed into her face. She was used to delivering the news that she had to in order to keep her team and the investigation safe. Problem was it never felt any better when she did. Stepping into the media swarm JJ readied herself to be bombarded with questions and they came. One after the other, each one trying to hit her across the face and make her try to fault and say something she wasn't supposed to. "My name is Jennifer Jereau; I am the media liaison for the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. We received news of three women who had been killed and have been working on the case to find who did this. At the moment we are working on a profile and gathering our evidence, once we have what we a proper need profile will be given to the local authorities and they will choose the correct course of action for us to follow."

"Agent, is it true that the girls have been killed over two weeks, the first week having one die and then the second week having another two?"

"It is true that three women have been killed over a two week period yes, however their timing and the link between the deaths is yet to be found."

"Agent Jereau," the reporters were constantly calling her name now. Instead of answering the questions she replied, "No further questions," and walked as swiftly as possible back into the building.

Upstairs Emily looked down to her profile. So far it wasn't much. Then again she didn't have much to work with. It was still Monday and she couldn't believe how quickly the hours had seemed to fly by. Reid was still looking at the map on the board trying to calculate where the killer may choose to strike next but it was difficult. This unsub was like no one they had ever profiled before. He left no evidence, killed in multiple high-security locations with seemingly random targets. What was the link? Emily's phone rang to wake her from her thought filled day dream. "What have you got Garcia?" Emily asked putting it on speaker phone so Reid could listen in. "Okay well with regards to the girls educations they all attended different high schools but they were all very busy young ladies. The Warners lived in a high-class estate and sent their daughter to work at the local hospital for night shift and attend uni during the day. As well as help the local community with projects."

"That's a lot to take on at once," Emily replied. Reid wondering what the problem would be, but then remembered that they weren't talking about a young boy genius. "Brooke Stevens, was studying both a Business and Accounting double degree and at the same time was working and undertaking other extracurricular activities like looking after the local football team and fixing computers part time. She was living with her parents but it seems that things may have been on the rocks since her mother and father divorced earlier this year because her father claimed that his wife was making his daughter do too much at once," Emily's eye brows rose higher into her brow.

"What about the last victim?"

"Elene Ross, music student, not only was studying music at university but also was teaching the guitar and drums to students during the week and during her break period. Plus she was also working part time at her local music store to help them sell instruments before she composed sheet music and covers through the internet to help pay for her university debts and rent at the campus."

"Okay what about phone records or transaction history?"

"Everything checked out, each girl only went where they normally did. With their schedule this busy there wouldn't be any time to stray from the path really."

"Okay thanks Garcia. You'll be getting a few more calls before the days out."

"Gosh this is the longest day ever," Garcia groaned. "Don't forget to sleep you too; it's starting to get late."

"We'll be fine and actually every day has the same amount of time so even though it feels like it's been a low day it really has been running at its regular pace." Reid explained as Emily looked to the phone and shook her head slightly. "Emily, how do you deal with that?"

"You don't," Emily replied. "Talk soon P.G, over and out."

"Over and out." Garcia replied before stamping the end of call button on her phone with a purple pen equipped with a pink feather and strawberry scented eraser.

Morgan, Hotch and Detective Adams all returned to the office but Agent Rossi was still missing. "Hey how did it go?" Emily asked, standing from her seat.

"We learned a few things but it's too much for us all to take for now. I've booked us a hotel down the road for us all to stay in. I couldn't get a room for each of us so we have three rooms to the five of us."

"What about Rossi?" Asked Reid who seemed to be the only one to voice the absence of the agent to the rest of the group?

"Dave is at the Seattle Pacific University in the north and it will take a while for him to get back. He offered to stay in a hotel up there and will meet us back here at the station in the morning to talk through our evidence and help with Emily's profile." The group all agreed. "We'll be staying at the Renaissance Seattle Hotel near the State Library. Meet you there in ten minutes." Hotch finished before walking out the door and collecting his belongings.

"JJ, share a room with me?" Emily asked as JJ smiled and nodded her head. It had to be better than being in the same room as one of the guys. Girls had to stick together. "Oh no," Morgan replied, "I am not sleeping in a room with Reid."

"What is it with you and Spence?" JJ asked leaning against the door as Morgan stood to his feet.

"Nothing against you kid but you recite facts in your sleep," he replied. "I hear enough about them during the day let alone at night."

"Okay then Reid can share with Hotch," Emily finished and the room went silent. "Well that solved it. Time to go, Reid you coming?" Emily asked.

"Yeah," Reid replied as Emily stood from her chair, took her jacket with her and walked with JJ out of their small room, into the main office and out to the elevators. All three stood inside as Reid pushed the bottom floor button and the metal doors closed.

AN: Two final things.

Firstly, I had to do a lot of research about the universities so some of the details will be off. Google could only do so much for me

Secondly, I know the story seems to be moving slowly but in the show they don't run out guns blazing in the first ten minutes, it's usually a slow build up. The action is coming though I promise you and the team will get closer to finding the unsub. Thanks for sticking with me. Next chapter will be up soon.