I don't own Criminal Minds, just love it
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Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.
Robert Bolt
Chapter 7
Eve had been to the homes of parents with missing and murdered children before, delivered death messages, with a gentle voice and genuine sympathy, but this was totally different, with the team split up, she had taken Reid with her to talk with the parents of the missing girl, while Hotch and Prentiss turned her life upside down, starting with her bedroom, to try and glean some clue as to why she was chosen by this man, compare her life to the others...to Eve's and all Eve could think when she looked at these parents was that it was her fault, that she could have stopped this man if only have remembered more.
JJ was talking to the local press to try and hold the story. This man felt he was an artist, working in skin and bone and blood, drawing attention to him wasn't going to help anyone, least of all the girl he had.
Rossi was out talking with the shaken townspeople, trying to understand the demographs and feeling of the town from an outside perspective, not coloured by growing up in it, or nearly being killed in it.
Morgan was sitting in Eve's living room reading the book about the crimes, ten feet away from Garcia, who was wired for sound. The night before had promised to be awkward for both, but the call had led to no sleep for anyone, and now the group as a whole, everyone running on coffee and stress.
Early investigations had shown the girl was at least five hours late for her curfew when her parents had reported her missing, which by Eve's reckoning, had her stripped naked, hung up and he would have put her onto the ketamine saline mix drip, knocking her out enough for him to work.
This was a whole new level for the team, an hour by hour blow by blow account of what was happening to that girl, as it was happening, and it was screwing with all of their minds even more than normal.
"Should we really be here, I mean, should Eve be part of this? She was a mess before they left to talk to the parents, maybe Horch should, you know, try to talk her off the case until we catch this guy?" Garcia asked softly.
"Baby Girl, I don't think anything is gonna get her off this case, or make Reid let her go." Morgan nodded out of the window as the two of them got out of the SUV with Reid supporting the town deputy.
