"So we're saying its a group now?" Emily said, to Rossi and Hotch, as they drove to the convenience store where Claudia Lewis had last been seen, or, at least, where her car had been found after she'd gone missing. "I put it to Hotch that I didn't think it was a group, because of the apparent accelerated timeline."

"I don't think there was an accelerated timeline," Rossi responded, "There was no sign of sexual assault, so that's not the reason they were keeping the bodies. I don't know what they wanted them for, or what they wanted the limbs for, but I don't think they got rid of the bodies because they had too. I simply think they stopped being useful, or necessary. The torso that had been completely dismembered, for example, although she wasn't the last to die, her beheading was the final wound inflicted on any of the bodies."

"So you think it's about the body parts?" Hotch asked him. Rossi, in the back of the vehicle, was nodding. Emily closed her eyes; anything to do with body part fetishes and she was ready to sign out of the conversation, although she knew she couldn't, of course. The only thing that disgusted her more was cannibalism. Or maybe necrophilia. It struck her, on occasions like this, just how disgusting some of their cases were, just how disturbed some of their unsubs were. Some of them didn't even have any kind of diagnosis for their behaviour. Some of them simply killed because they enjoyed it. They should come up with a diagnosis for that, Emily thought, for someone who simply enjoyed killing. Psychopath didn't quite cut it anymore.

"Was Claudia acting strangely, at all? The night that she disappeared?" JJ asked, gently. The victim's boyfriend, Jason Finch, sat on the sofa opposite her and Spence. He was sitting with his legs apart, his elbows on his knees; his expression was a soft, if pained, one. He wasn't displaying any paranoid or guilty behavior. Garcia had informed them on the drive over that he had already been interviewed by the police, so she attributed his knuckle cracking to the nervousness of being put in a situation that reminded him of that one. His eyes were ringed with red; he hadn't long been informed of Claudia's death and, although she had been missing for some time, he was obviously shocked by the news.

Jason was shaking his head. "No. Not at all. We were having a good time. It's nice to get away from it all, you know? From university. I didn't want to go back..after she went missing. I wanted to stay here, incase she turned up one day. So I've been staying with my mom."

"Were you and Claudia staying with your mother?" Spencer asked. Another shake of his head.

"No, we rented a lodge down near the park."

"That's an expensive weekend away, for two students." Spencer noted. He was only making an observation, JJ knew, but to Jason, that came out almost like an accusation.

"We were going dutch. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I have money." That much was obvious. The house they were in was clean. Not only in the sense that there was no dust, no dirt, no clutter anywhere, but in the sense that the house was obviously one of luxury. Everything was very pale, very white, very expensive looking. Jason's mother wanted anybody who came into this house to know she had money. From the way Jason was dressed, all in labels, he was the same way.

"Did Claudia have anybody she didn't like, or anybody who didn't like her? Anybody who made her nervous?" JJ reverted back to questions about their victim. Jason dropped his head into his hands, thinking hard about the question. When he looked back at them, he was shaking his head.

"No, no!" He said, almost frustrated. "She was an amazing girl. There was nothing anybody wouldn't like about her. Everybody liked her. She liked everybody, too. She was nice like that." The frustration had died out of his voice by the end. He had stumbled to a muted stop, his voice growing quieter by the word. JJ could see that he was getting upset again, and she felt for him.

"I'm sorry," She said, in a soft voice, reaching out to put her hand on the boys knee. "I know this must be difficult for you. I can't imagine what you're going through and I'm sorry that we have to ask you to relive all of this pain...but it's the only way we're going to be able to catch the person who did this to her. You understand?"

"Yeah. Yes." He said, composing himself. He took in a deep, rattling breath. "Look, I'm sorry but I don't think I have any more information that could help you. I told the police everything, they have my statement." He was done talking to them; there was a certain point at which the conversation simply couldn't be picked back up, and Jason had reached it. JJ gave him a small smile and stood up. Spencer followed.

"Thank you for your time," He said,, shaking the hand that Jason offered, "Once again, we're sorry for your loss. We'll inform you once the case is closed."

Jason thanked them and saw them to the door. Walking to the car, JJ turned to Spence.

"Do you think he's on our suspect list?"

The man shrugged, looking back at the large house. Too large, most would say, for a woman alone. "I don't know. He seemed genuinely traumatised by her abduction and death. But, at the same time, he's our only suspect at the minute, since he was the last known person to have seen her." They couldn't just go by that, though, Spencer knew. Especially as it probably wasn't factual; Claudia had probably seen people at the convenience store. "I think we'll know more when the others get back with that CCTV footage."

"Wasn't this given to the police, when Claudia was reported missing?" Emily asked the security guard who was looking for the video file from that night.

"They didn't ask for it." He told them. Emily and Hotch exchanged a glance. That didn't sound right. They were going to have to mention it to the Detective running the case; asking for the CCTV footage of the last place a victim was seen was Case Solving 101. Common sense. "Here it is."

"Skip it to the evening. Around seven." Rossi told him. That was the time she had gone out, or so Finch had told JJ and Reid. Sure enough, once the video was skipped ahead to that time, a car pulled into the carpark of the store. Out climbed a woman.

"Okay, so that's Claudia. She goes into the store fine, which is this footage," Emily pointed to the screen besides her, on which played a video of Claudia coming into the store, buying cigarettes and a bottle of wine, and then exiting the store. There was nothing strange to report about that part of the night; there wasn't even anybody else on the store floor and Claudia had used the self checkout machine.

"Wait, wait, wait." They watched the black and white image on the screen as a second car pulled into the almost empty carpark, a large, blue van. It pulled up beside Claudia's car, on the drivers side. "She has to go to that side to get into her car." They watched the screen as Claudia came out. She, too, was obviously startled by the vans choice of parking space, since the entire rest of the car park was empty. She hesitated, pulled something out of her pocket and then kept walking towards her car. They watched when, as Claudia reached her drivers side door, the door of the van was thrown open and two men climbed out. Claudia held up the thing she had pulled out of her pocket. They saw that it was pepper spray when one of the men stumbled backwards, clawing at his face.

"Oh, my god." Emily put her hand to her mouth as she watched as the second man wrestled the can of spray out of Claudia's hand, turning it on the girl herself. She mimicked the actions of the first man, and the second man violently smacked the girl across the face. It wasn't a hit, it was a punch and, from the way Claudia's body crumpled to the ground, it wasn't a soft one, either.

"You didn't give this to the police station?" Hotch demanded, angrily. The security guard was white as a sheet, obviously affected by what he had just witnessed. He swallowed thickly, then shook his head, hanging it in shame. Hotch didn't have any words, or at least, none that were professional. He turned and stormed from the room. Emily followed, while Rossi told the security guard to make copies of the video for them to take back to the station.

"Hey," Emily called out to Hotch, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a stop. "Hey, are you alright?"

He wasn't. She could see that he wasn't. He was angry. Shaking his head, he took back his hand and raked it through his hair. "They didn't give the tapes...they didn't ask for them. What the hell kind of an operation are they running here, where they don't ask for the tapes?"

Emily was shaking her head. "No, Aaron, it's more than that. I know you and I know it's more than just the tapes. You never lose it like that! What's wrong?"

He ran his hands over his face, then wen't still, looking at her. His breathing was the only sound, ragged and quick. She frowned at him, concerned, and when he spoke, it was measured and quiet. "The dark hair, pale skin, brown eyes. She looks like you, Emily. I can't stand that she looks like you."

Emily had noticed that too, but it wasn't the first time that had happened. It was unnerving, sure, but it came with the job. "We've all had victims that looked like us in the past, Hotch. It comes with the territory. And it's not like I'm their type because victimology is all over the place with race, gender, all the rest of it. You need to calm down."

He was nodding like he understood her, but she didn't think he was really listening. This stemmed from more than just this case, she knew. It came from not living with her anymore, not being able to keep her safe 24/7. It was a control thing, as much as it was a love thing.

A/N: Glad you guys still seem to be enjoying this! As for the songs;

1. Love Will Remember: Selena Gomez

2. She's come Undone: Guess Who

3. Here We Go Again: Demi Lovato (There are a lot of artists who use this title, though.)

4. Turbulence: Steve Aoki

5. Ring Off: Bae-yonce, of course!

6. If I Never See Your Face again: Maroon 5!

And, of course, the title is Tay Swizzle, which most people seemed to get! Anyway, here's chapter 7 for you all, loves!

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