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Chapter 4
Hotel room
"This is getting out of control," Morgan says as he lies down on his hotel bed.
It was right after they had dropped Reid and Garcia when they had arrived at their hotel. The Prentiss, J.J, and Elle were sharing a room across the hall while Morgan, Kameron and Rossi share a room with Hotch and Gideon in the room next door. Both Hotch and Gideon had left for the police station again to go over the profile more with Kane.
"Killers who kill with many different ways are normally very disorganized but this guy is the complete opposite. He knows exactly what he's doing," Rossi says standing outside on the balcony, starring at the city below. He takes a sip out of his glass of water that he had been holding and sighs as he thinks of all the innocent lives lost because of this heartless killer.
"Like a sadistic jackass who likes messing with people," Kameron mutters, glaring at his laptop as he types sitting on the lone couch. Morgan laughs a bit, shaking his head at his fellow agent.
"You have no idea right you are man," Morgan says through his laugh. Kameron just shrugs as he continues to type madly. "Lets just hope that they wait a little longer before they strike again." Rossi raises his glass at this.
"Weird," mutters Kameron as he continues typing. Morgan stands up and moves towards the analyst along with Rossi. The three crowd around the small computer screen until Kameron gives the two agents a look making them back up a bit.
"Oh this guys going down," he says with a sadistic grin. Rossi and Morgan look at each other before turning back to Kam.
"What is it," Rossi says impatiently.
"I found where the original games were," He says.
In Reid and Garcia's apartment
The living room was lit with a mysterious dim light from a few candles. In the centre of the room was a small circular oak table. And on opposite sides of it were Reid and Garcia.
"You know Garcia, it's your move again," Reid smirks placing his elbows onto the table, putting his chin in his hands.
"You know," Garcia says in a light voice. "You're my bitch so you aren't in the position to demand anything." Reid's eyes narrow a bit as he turns his head to the side a little.
"Your never going to let that go are you," Reid says.
"Nope," She says popping the p with it.
"Just move," he complains crossing his arms in front of his chest. Garcia laughs ay her partners antics.
"Your such a child," she says making Reid pout. "But alright I'll move."
A few moments go by, only the sound of the clocks ticking echo through the room. Neither move, both just starring at the table in front of them. Then Garcia hums moving her hand towards the table. Picking up a small black object she places it on a different spot on the table.
"My moves over."
Police station
The team minus Kameron and Garcia and Reid wait in the meeting room for the computer analyst. It's not long after when him and Kane enters the room with a bunch of cords and his laptop. Kane sits down next to Elle as Kameron quickly setting it up to the projector he grabs the clicker off the table before turning to his comrades.
"It took me awhile but I finally found it," He states as he clicks the clicker. The picture of the screen was the email the UNSUB had sent them when they were at the BAU. "I looked over the note and put quote after quote through the database with the word chess. About eleven months ago in a small town not that far from here there was a similar disturbance." He clicks again showing a line of twelve faces. Each face had a picture of a chess piece under it. "These were the victims over eight week time period."
"Why weren't we informed about this?" J.J. asks as she looks at the screen.
"The police chief didn't think it was a serial killer because of the difference of victims and ways of killing," Kameron replies. "They only thought it was a coincidence that there was always a chess piece near by."
"So it was exactly the same as it is now," Prentiss states.
"Not really," Kameron smirks. "Unlike now they were more disorganized, leaving a mess at the scene. The kills were messy, hesitant even."
"They weren't kidding then when they said that this was the second annual game," Gideon says from his spot in the corner. "The first game was a sort of trial run."
"And since they evaded the police they decided to go against a hard opponent," Hotch finishes.
"I think I understand," Reid interrupts. "We can compare the police in the other town to a group of gang bangers. They are much easier targets then a group of skilled federal agents."
"Exactly," Kameron says. "We are only the next faze in their evolution as killers." The others go silent as they think of what would happen if this guy kept evolving. Morgan's gaze leaving the floor, looking up he sees Garcia staring at the past victims.
"What's up baby girl," He says to the blonde bar owner. She turns to Morgan with tears in her eyes.
"The last two in the line," She begins before a small tear falls down her cheek. "I recognize them." The others look at her in shock. Reid looks back and forth from the two faces before his face lights up.
"I know them as well," Reid says. "What was the name of the town?"
"It's called Glendale," Kameron answers.
"I thought as much," Reid says. "About a week after those killing had started me and Garcia had rented an apartment in an area just outside of that district. My mother was ill and her doctor said some nice clean air might help so we took her with us. There were no shops near by that ever had what we needed so we used to drive to Glendale. Those two were Marge and William Pipper, they owned a nice little bakery there."
"We came back after being there for a month because Reid's mom was looking worse not better," Garcia says whipping her eyes with her favourite red handkerchief. Kane's phone rings as Gideon bits his lip while in thought.
"That was the morgue," Kane says as he snaps his phone shut. "They just found out how our jazz player was killed."
"Well how was she?" Rossi asks.
"The poor girl was dry drowned," Kane replies.
"How could that have happened?" Prentiss asks from her spot next the Garcia.
"There are actually many ways to kill someone that way," Reid says with a shrug. "But the most famous way was a mental torture caused by pouring water on someone simulating the drowning effect but no water could enter the lungs."
"It makes sense," Elle says. "Because they think there drowning their throat closes making it so you couldn't breath."
"We need to catch this son of a bitch before it gets worse," Morgan states.
A warehouse later that night
Unknown POV
Where was I, looking around I could see nothing it was ever so dark.
"Hello Boy..." I heard a voice in the shadows say, I looked squinting trying to figure out who it was maybe they could help me!
"Please you have to help me, I've been kidnapped." I begged maybe I would get home I had so much work to do.
The figure stepped out of the shadows; I couldn't believe it was a girl! "If you want to live then you have to swallow this." She said holding up an umbrella. I look at the white umbrella and nod thinking that maybe I would live!
Tilting my head back a started to lower the umbrella into my mouth to the back of my throat, gagging I forced it down I had to do this to live! I finally had just the hilt of it sticking out of the end of my mouth and started to pull it out gagging but I accidentally hit the button on the side, making it open. I could feel it pressing against my throat, piercing my flesh.
Falling to the ground I grabbed the hilt with both hands as my eyes widen. It wouldn't come out. I could see my vision becoming bleary, I couldn't breath, Oh God don't let me die like this.
Regular POV
Garcia looks at the blonde rat faced boy as he falls trying to pull the umbrella from his throat, only to tear it more. Then he finally fell to the ground, his corpse limp with crimson blood slowly dripping from his mouth.
"Your move Reid." She says to the shadows she knew he would watch the little show.
TBC
(In case you didn't know it means To Be Continued…)
Maya: Note to self do not get Reid and Garcia mad
Mai: True twin… Where's Fynn
Maya: Trying to come up with a plan to and I quote 'Bring back the Power of Youth'
Mai: *laughs*
Kai: Does she ever learn
Maya/Mai: Nope
Fynn: *Running in* I got it I will make them watch Barney that is a youthful SHOW!
Mai: *Falls to Ground Laughing*
Maya: *Face faults*
Kai: *walks to Fynn* It's not youthful, not youthful at all
Fynn: It is and I'll prove it to you*runs off*
Maya: Please Review while I chase this idiot!