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Amelia
"I can't believe it turned out to be the man on his way to work." Morgan, says.
"People are surprising." JJ tells him, grabbing her bag to go home.
"Alright everyone, go home. Get some rest. Be back in the morning." Hotch says to everyone
We all nod and grab our things.
-The next Morning-
Amelia
"Yeah mama, everything's great." I say,
pulling my homemade pizza out of the oven
before it burns while holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder.
Hey, I'm having pizza for dinner. The wonders of living parent free and young, wild and free bitches!
"Yeah, everyone's nice." I tell her, switching hands to cut my pizza with the pizza cutter.
"Mama, don't worry. I'm completely fine here in Quantico." I reassure her.
Just then, my phone beeps with a message from Hotch.
Hotch
CASE
"'Mama, I have to go we have a case." I tell her.
"I love and miss you too." I say sadly, then end the call.
I look down at my halfway cut up pizza and sigh.
"Guess it wasn't meant to be." I say to it.
I look around,
I really need to get a cat or something if I'm so lonely I'm talking to a pizza..
I discard the pizza quickly and pack my bag, then get dressed into appropriate bau attire. Aka Jeans, a t-shirt and converses.
Hey, I'm a genius. Special privileges people…
I grab my keys and bag and head out the door, locking it behind me with a soft click.
-At the round table in the BAU headquarters-
Amelia
I sit down in my usual seat, this time clutching my favorite iced coffee, with chocolate and whip cream added into it.
"Woah, it looks like someone loves her coffee just as much as Spence does." JJ jokes.
"That's right, laugh it up. But this,"
I lift my iced coffee up in toast.
"Is the only reason you're all still alive right now." I finish, taking a big sip.
JJ laughs and nods her head at me, picking up her black coffee with double espresso towards me.
"Touché." She says to me, also taking a sip.
"Women." Morgan rolls his eyes.
"Right kid?" He says to Spencer.
"Actually-" Spencer begins, clutching his own coffee.
"Oh no, here we go." Prentiss mutters, taking a drink of her own coffee.
"Over 50% of Americans over 18 years of age drink coffee every day. This represents over 150 million daily drinkers. 30 million American adults drink specialty coffee beverages daily; which include a mocha, latte, espresso, café mocha, cappuccino, frozen or iced coffee beverages." Spencer says, his hands flailing excitedly.
I smile behind my coffee cup.
"Wow!" Prentiss exclaims loudly,
causing me to look up.
Rossi walks in dressed to impress in a designer, pristine suit.
"Sorry to ruin your night." Hotch says to him, flipping through the case file.
"What- are you working on wife number four?" Morgan says smugly.
My eyes widen of their own accord.
Four?!
"I see you people waaay to much." Rossi says, holding his hands out, smiling as he takes his seat.
They all laugh.
"Let's get started." Hotch says, seriously.
We all look at JJ, waiting to be debriefed.
"All right. Anchorage field office is asking us to investigate a series of murders in Franklin, Alaska." JJ says, while holding the clicker in her hands.
"There's three people dead in less than a week." She finishes.
"For a town with a population of 1,476-" Me and Spencer both start.
The team looks at both of us.
"That's, uh- fairly significant." I finish, clearing my throat.
"Yeah." Spencer says, sipping his coffee.
"It's their first murder investigation on record." JJ says, deciding to ignore the whole awkward demeanor.
"Who are the victims?" Rossi asks her, sitting back in his chair.
"Uh- Jon Baker, a hunter." She says, bringing the screen to life as the photo identity of victim number one is revealed to us.
"Dedaimia Swanson, a school teacher." She clicks the clicker for the next photo.
"Brenda Bright, the first mate on a fishing boat." She tells us, as the last picture pops up.
"There's a new victim every two days." She finishes.
"Any connections?" Prentiss asks.
"Unfortunately, in a town this small, everyone's connected." JJ tells her, sadly.
"Different kill methods." Morgan states, looking down at the file.
"It says the first two victims were both shot with a rifle, but Brenda Bright was stabbed twice with an arrow?" He says questingly.
"Are we sure it's the same guy?" Rossi asks.
"All three victims were found in heavily trafficked areas." Hotch tells us.
"Which means the unsub wants them found sooner rather than later." He finishes, his eyebrows scrunching together.
"Jon Bakers body was left exposed to the elements, but the two women were buried under mounds of trash. Why?" Prentiss asks, raising her hands up in confusion.
"Could be a sign of remorse." Spencer answers.
I nod in agreement.
"Cover the bodies so that he doesn't have to face the reality of what he's done." I add.
Spencer looks at me, smirking slightly.
"Or he thinks that the women are trash and he's just placed them where he thinks they belong." Morgan states.
"Well, we can't be sure of anything yet." JJ says.
"Franklin is an isolated fishing community that's been hit really hard by the current economy. Add to that a series of unsolved murders and everyone's on edge." She finishes, hands on her hips.
"The local sheriffs out of his depth." Hotch tells us.
"And Alaska hasn't handled a serial investigation since-"
"Robert Hanson in the 80's." I finish for him.
"Right." Hotch says to me.
"We'll fly out tonight." He says, addressing all of us.
"Everybody can sleep on the plane. Garcia, I need you with us." He says to her.
"Sir?" Garcia asks him.
"I've tasked a satellite uplink and it's your job to keep us connected."
"Yes, sir." She says, glancing at Morgan as they both shrug at one another.
"This towns already on the brink, and if this pattern continues, we've only got another day until the next murder." Hotch says.
He looks at all of us.
"Let's finish this fast."
He gets up, grabbing his case file and we all follow suite.