Hey sorry bout the long time between updates guys, I've been sick for at least 3 weeks, and I'm also working on 5 other unposted stories, one of which is an add-on for this story, which will be posted about the same time as chapter 3 or 4 of this story. It can be read separately, but a part of this story will make more sense by reading it, so yeah. And it's already about the size of one of my normal chaps and I've only just finished introducing it. But anyway, on with the story.
The BAU team had trouble profiling this guy, with the differences in Modus Operandi, or MO, Victimology, and Geographic profiling proving a problem. All they knew is he researched serial killers and wouldn't stop unless caught. Until the next victim, anyway.
Carla Sanchez was 34 and had 2 kids. She was killed 5 blocks away from the BAU, and shot in the head, execution style. There was nothing to connect this victim to the 'Copycat killer', as the media had dubbed him. Then an envelope was found under the body addressed to:
Dr. Spencer Reid
Behavioural Analysis Unit, FBI
Quantico, Virginia
And then on the back: The guy you, your team, and Agent Gibbs' Team is looking for. This one's for you.
Once Reid had been given the envelope, everyone had been notified and had assembled in the briefing room.
Morgan opened the envelope after Reid had chickened out and started garbling nonsense too fast for anyone to understand.
He read out:
Whomever is here to hear this note,
I am the Copycat Killer. I am a male in his mid 30's to late 40's, I live in Quantico. I have a menial job, and I have trouble holding a job. This is not my first offence. I was abused by both parents from a very young age and was exposed to death early, growing up on a beef farm (AN: don't know if that's the right thing). I drive an American-made Sedan.
And Dr. Reid, you have met me before. You know who I am.
Yours murderously,
well, Me
Both teams were shocked, bt not at much as Reid was. To be told that he knew who was killing people was an experience he had never known or read about. Only 6 out of 1000 killers knew someone personally on the police force, in charge of capturing them, and even then, only 0.7 contact the police saying that they knew the police.
"kid, you alright?" "Spence, talk to us." No one could break him out of his trance until someone slapped him on the back of the head.
"Did you know that on average 2 weeks of your life are spent waiting for the traffic lights to turn green?"
Hey guys, I know, it's been ages, but I've been sick for 5 weeks , moved house and I'm also writing 5 stories as I stated at the top, two of which are multi-chaps, the others one-shots. But anyway... PLEASE review on your way out! I've only had one review! So please, if you want me to update quicker, review, if nobody reviews, then I'm not motivated to write again for a while. Oh yeah, The profiley bit I'm not too sure if its the right thing. But anyway... REVIEW!
Elena xxy
PS. If you review you get a sneak peek of next chap, and I will have the sneak peek part done, I'm about to start it.
