AN: here's chapter 5! The real chapter 5. In the storyline. I might not be able to post for a teensey little bit, hopefully I will before monday, but if it's after monday I'll probably have several chapters done. My brain made this a casefic, but seeing as this is still my first fanfic, I still need people to tell me when I'm off character sometimes. Oh, and everyone, I LOOOOVVEEE your reviews! They make me feel loved! Happy Black Friday, everyone, and please enjoy! :D -PPP
Penelope and Derek walked into the bullpen together, knowing JJ was looking for Derek and unwilling to say their daily goodbyes just yet. Garcia looked around. Once she was confident that no one was watching them, she whispered into her lover's ear. "As soon as you get home tonight, I'm going to play a little game with you, my dear. Get ready for a crazy night, baby." She stood up, knowing his gaze was following her, and walked to her office. She groaned, looking at the rather impressive stack of files on her desk.
Garcia looked the file over once more, cursing it in her mind. She stood up carefully and walked into the bullpen. She went into the conference room and set up the file on the computer monitor, then walked out and gathered the team. "Lisia Lee, age 23. Born in Lewiston, Idaho. Went back home to visit her parents, ended up dead on their doorstep. Literally. Father, Leonard Lee, went out to get the paper and found her. Last anyone heard from her was when she called her parents to tell them she was in Idaho. She joins a list of 9 other victims. No one made the connection because the cases span 10 years and seven states. 2 of the previous victims were from Idaho, including the one just before Lisia."
"So maybe the first Idahoan was the one that fit the delusion." Hotch said, thoughtful.
"Well, they were all really similar victims, too. He has a type. Brunette, young, in college, beautiful, and all from towns of less than 40,000 people. Hey, Garcia, can you pull up pictures and names?" Reid asked, frowning with thought. Garcia did as he asked. Reid looked up, frowning at the pattern. "The names." He said.
"He's right," Prentiss said, looking at the board, "The names. They're alliterations with the names of the cities the girls were born and killed in. How did they die?" she asked Garcia.
"See, that's the skeevey part, kitten. They were dismembered. While still alive. And then dumped on their parents doorsteps. Each part. They bled to death."
"Do we know how he's finding or getting to them?" JJ asked.
"Not a clue. The most recent victim, Lisia Lee, was super safety- conscious. No Facebook page, no one except her mother had a copy of her house key, she had a German shepherd that she took with her everywhere who was found in the parent's backyard, and she kept mace in her purse. Her belongings were found on the side of I-90. We also have no way of knowing how he's following the victims. Some rode busses home, others flew. Carmen Kenzington took her father's private boat to their beachside home. No one could have followed her." Garcia said. "This guy… he used to wait a year. Between killings he always waited a year. But he killed Lisia less than two weeks after he killed Devona DeMarco. He's speeding up. We need to catch him, and soon." She said. She looked sad, and she was. Saying goodbye to her darlings was hard enough. Now she had to say goodbye to Derek, too. But still, she fearlessly said her goodbye's, sending her darlings into the world. She would see them again soon. With a "Secret" kiss from Garcia, Derek boarded the plane. It hurt him, but he knew he would be back soon.