Chapter 7

Hi everyone ! Thanks for the reviews, I hope you'll like this chapter, but I have to warn you: CHARACTER DEATH in this chapter! And of course violence and blood. Don't say you weren't warned.

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Ashley Seaver and Jordan Todd were driving to meet Bill Wavely's closest friend: his associate in business. The team was interviewing colleagues and friends since four days, after meeting all the families. The man's name was Victor Winters, and he lived in a beautiful but isolated house with his wife. They wanted to know if he knew something important, but they highly doubted he would give any good information. However, they had nothing to loose by trying. The investigation was getting them nowhere, and it was better to ask question than sitting on their thumbs. The police had discovered three other corpses on the dumpsites in very bad states. The numbers of victims were sixty two now.

The two FBI agents eventually reached their destination. They exited the car once it was parked, and knocked at the door. The housemaid answered, after a brief presentation they began questioning them.

"Was anyone threatening him?"

"No, I don't think so…Well, there were people who didn't like him, but it's normal in business."

"Can you give us names?"

The list of name gave no hints. They hoped they could have seen a name coming frequently through the interviews but for now, nothing. It was getting really frustrating. After half an hour of questions, they decided it was time to leave. It was late already, and they still had one last person to visits.

They passed through the door and Jordan was surprised to see the officer Morgan just before her. She smiled slightly, surprised but happy to see him. She was about to ask him if something was wrong, she didn't have the time to see the other man behind him. She just had the time to see a baseball bat in Morgan's hand, her eyes widened and before she could take her gun or warn her colleague, she was plunged into darkness.

One thing that Agent Seaver still not controlled well was the situation of sudden danger. Any agent was always taken aback when their life was threatened suddenly but it was like she could never get used to it. That's why, when she suddenly saw the officer Morgan hitting her colleague hard with a baseball bat, she didn't react immediately, in fact it took her two seconds to realise what was happening. It was those seconds that would be fatal to her.

She brought her hand to her gun, ready to aim it at their aggressor, when she felt an atrocious pain in her shoulder, which made her arm sore, weak and unresponsive. In fact her arm was half ripped away from her body; it was hanging in a quite grotesque way from her shoulder blade, already a limp. She felt clearly the blood spreading out and splashing on her face, but didn't really even pay attention to it. Pain overwhelmed her completely, she couldn't think properly; she couldn't even emit a scream when the force of the blow made her knees surrender. She fell on them, and she just had the time to raise her head to see an axe coming toward her skull. She saw the face of her aggressor, and in a flash everything became clear, she knew who the unsubs were, but she would never be able to share this truth.

In a few seconds only, the agent Seaver was dead.

A lot of red liquid stormed out of her head, staining both Morgan and Spencer, some drops of blood landed on Reid's lips, he licked them clean, he knew it was far from prudent, who knew what kind of disease she could have? But he couldn't help it, he liked the metallic taste of blood. Leaving her corpse here, Spencer Reid headed in the house, while Morgan lifted Jordan to put her in the car's trunk. It didn't take much time; he was strong enough to carry the petite and unconscious woman easily and quickly to their car.

Once he locked her in the car's boot, he went to join Reid, hearing screams that certainly belonged to Mr Winters. He imagined with a sick grin the reaction of this asshole when he had seen Spencer approaching, covered in blood, and the axe in his hands.

A hysterical woman came out of the house and ran toward him. He was dressed in his police uniform, and this stupid bitch certainly thought for that he was going to help her. Wrong.

Meanwhile, Spencer had finished the husband. The man had squealed like a pig when he had entered the house. Those rich idiots…Not used enough to danger, that was for sure. He had been really too easy. Two blows and the man was dead, a third because he couldn't hold it back. Spencer could never get tired of the blood spreading out of his victims and he was so excited when murdering, he simply had to massacre this pig a little more. The doctor truly looked like a butcher with all the blood on him. He heard a tiny whimper coming from the next room. He entered it, it was the kitchen. There he saw a blond woman on the floor, hiding in the corner, with a maid uniform.

The excitement he had felt while massacring the agent and the man vanished partly. He felt immediate compassion for the woman, and if he could have spared her, he would have. But it was impossible, she had seen his face. His arrow-like brain made him remember The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux's novel, when the phantom told Christine that now she had seen his face she was condemned to be his prisoner. It was quite the same for this maid, but his heart clenched a little as the woman rose from the floor, certainly prepared to run, while handing out her hand in an attempt to calm him down. She was tallish, with blond messy hair, like his mother.

"Please…Please…Don't…"

"You look like my mother."

She was stunned by those words, and she barely had the time to see the axe making a perfect movement toward her chest, piercing through it and reaching her heart. Blood streamed out, landing on Spencer's clothes and skin, joining the stains that belonged to Ashley and Mr Winters. She died quickly, which was Reid's intention. He gave her a sorry look and put the axe on the floor. He had gloves, as usual. Her body had fallen in a quite disgraceful position against the wall, and her eyes were wide open. Reid took her in his arm and laid her in a proper position in the centre of the kitchen. He put her hands just under her breasts, joined together like a dead for their funeral, he arranged her hair and clothes a little and closed her eyes. It didn't take more than two minutes, and all in all, she was still dead, but Reid felt he owed her this mark of respect.

"Sorry."

He heard footsteps and knew it was Morgan. The man entered the kitchen and looked at the maid with the same compassion.

"She saw your face?"

"Yes."

Reid got up from the floor, and they went outside. There Spencer saw Mrs Winters broken corpse on the floor, not far from the blond agent's one. He turned to Morgan.

"You put the other woman in the car?"

"Yes. Don't worry, she is still breathing normally."

Reid nodded and smiled lightly to his friend. He went to Seaver's corpse, and took a good hold of his axe.

"My wife and my friend could have gone to jail!"

He raised the axe and in a graceful movement, it landed on Seaver's neck, cutting it perfectly. Morgan joined him, and they passed their rage on the dead agent, and then on the wife. They didn't reduce them in human pulp; they couldn't take all their time because they were outside a car could pass after all. Beside, Spencer didn't want to damage the agent's head too much; her team had to recognize her. They quickly left and headed home directly, with an unconscious Jordan in the back of the car.

Everything happened according to their plan. They had killed all the witnesses and captured their prey. They had chosen this day because Derek had been allowed some rest, and worked only during the morning. They had followed Jordan almost all the day, prudent not to be noticed, but still continuing. Cops were granted very little rest during an investigation like this, and Derek and Spencer knew they couldn't waste this occasion. They had been relieved to see she was with the younger blond woman. She was less experienced, the others would have proven themselves harder to kill. But the young woman was obviously less experienced.

"How much time will pass before they discover them?"

Derek took a few seconds to think about Spencer's question.

"I don't know. Few hours I think."

Reid nodded, then smirked and let out a little giggle.

"I wish I could see their faces!"

Morgan laughed too; it was true he would have been delighted too, to see the so glorious BAU discover one of their agents dead and the other missing. He had left Jordan's phone and badge for them to find.

"Same for me pretty Boy, same for me."

Hotchner was getting quite frustrated right now. First, those ten days interviewing the families had been quite useless; those four days with the friends or colleagues hadn't been really helpful either. They had précised the victim's profile, and true, it wasn't bad but they needed more, a common place where all the victims would have gone or a recurring name in their lives, but they still had no serious lead. Second, Todd and Seaver had obviously decided not to answer their phones.

He sighed heavily, after the third call. Were they still talking to some victims? It was late, they were discussing, finding ideas and they needed the team complete. Rossi, JJ, Gideon and Lynch (from his lab in Quantico) were already there working. It wasn't the time to be late! Gideon looked at him and felt his exasperated demeanour.

"What's wrong?"

"Todd and Seaver won't answer their phones."

"Do you think something might have happened to them?"

Hotch's mouth opened slightly at Gideon's suspicion. Damn! He didn't think that they could be in difficulty. The rest of the team was silent now, wondering too what their colleague were doing. JJ took out her phone, and called Jordan, while Rossi was trying Seaver's phone. None of them answered, and this time, they began to worry.

"Who were the people they had to visit?"

They composed every numbers of people that their colleagues had to interview, and almost all of them said that two FBI agents came to talk with them, and left after. The only one who told them that no one came was the Matt Hansen, a divorced man. The Winters simply didn't answer their phones. Hansen and the Winters were the last ones they had to see. Hotch addressed to the Chief Sanders.

"Chief, can you send someone to the Winter's house? I and my team are going to see Hansen, maybe he lied."

The more he thought about it, the more it was worrying him, and he could see in his team's eyes that the feeling was shared. Two cops were sent to the Winters's homes, while the team went as quickly as possible to Hansen's house. Maybe the guy was one of their UnSub, and maybe he did something to their agents. The drive was mostly silent, they continued to try to call them, but in vain, and they knew something was really wrong.

Rossi was watching the road with a lot of precaution, trying to see if something bad happened on it. What if they hadn't met their Unsubs, but instead had an accident or something like that? It wasn't impossible at all. Maybe something else stupid happened, maybe their phone ran out of power. But it would be a little surprising if their phone went dead at the same time. Not impossible, but surprising. David truly prayed it was something simple like this and that they would find them safe and sane, that they would tell them whatever stupid reasons stopped them from answering their calls. But a part of him was whispering that he was really too optimistic, and only fooling himself.

JJ was beside him, nervous, unable to stay relaxed on her seat. She was ready to jump out of the car at any moment. She was eying her phone with a growing angst and frustration. Why the hell wouldn't they call? Like Rossi she hoped, it was only something stupid that was making them unable to answer the phone.

Gideon was recalling unwillingly the time with Tobias Hankel. The horrible angst he felt when they understood that they sent JJ and Todd right to a killer, thinking he was only a witness. He remembered how alert he was while inspecting the house and then, after they found JJ, a part of him had relaxed, thinking that Jordan would follow soon. However, they found the tracks into the field and understood almost immediately what happened. And then, even if he had acted calm and collected, saying that Jordan would be able to survive, he had been scared for her. The worst was when Jordan had an attack after being beaten, just all because he had told Lynch to interfere with Tobias's activities on the net. He hoped this kind of situation wasn't happening again.

He felt Hotch tensing beside him as they were before Hansen's house. Rossi and JJ were there at the same time and the four were holding their guns already. They announced themselves, and Hansen answered just in time not to see his door being forced by Hotchner. At the sight of them with guns, the middle aged man froze and his eyes widened.

"FBI? What the hell is going on?"

"Two of our agents went here to interrogate you, they never returned to the police station."

Hotch pronounced those words while entering the house, his gun at his side, but still held firmly, followed by his teammates while Hansen answered at a quick pace.

"What? What the hell, I received a phone call about FBI agents and I told them I didn't see any coming here."

"What's wrong?"

They saw a woman younger than Hansen, probably his girlfriend or at least a one night stand. She was pretty, with long red hair. JJ went to her.

"Miss, we are the FBI, were you here this afternoon and the evening?"

"Well, yes I was. Matt and I decided to spend some time here alone."

"Did someone come?"

"No, no one."

Hotch's instinct told him that they weren't lying, however, he still needed a proof of that. He turned back to the man, with a cold glare.

"Sir, we would need to inspect this house."

Hansen first opened his mouth in a gasp, and then rose up his arms in an exasperated gesture.

"Well go on, I have nothing to hide. Just do that quickly and leave."

He went to his girlfriend's side and crossed his arms. His demeanour showed he was really surprised and outraged, but certainly saying the truth when saying he had nothing to hide. At that moment, Hotch received a call, and the whole team turned to him, hoping it was one of their colleagues. Hotch picked his phone in haste.

"Hotchner?"

"Agent Hotchner, it's chief Sanders, I…I have bad news."

Hotch's stomach constricted but he didn't show the sudden feeling.

"What's wrong?"

"My men called me from the Winter's house, the killers did it again, and…I fear that…The couple is dead and the maid too, and there is a fourth corpse. I think it's one of your agents."

Hotch fell silent for a second and let out a shaky breath. His face turned pale, and the team was completely immobile. Even the couple in here was silent and somehow frightened, understanding that something really bad was happening. Hotch put a hand on his mouth and found his voice back after this second.

"Are you sure?"

"Well her face isn't too damaged, I am sure it's her. We found her badge on her, it's the agent Seaver. We have another badge too, it belongs to the agent Todd, but we haven't found her yet."

Hotch hung up without answering anything else. It was obvious he was beyond upset. Gideon was the first who dared to ask:

"What's up?"

The answer came brutally, he didn't even think about it.

"Ashley is dead."

The whole team fidgeted, unable to overcome the first wave of shock, then JJ put a hand on her mouth and felt a wave of nausea. The red head, even if she didn't know who was dead, put a hesitant hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Rossi was the first to come out of this shock, feeling instead a rage that only demanded to be unchained.

"Where are they?"

"At the Winters's house."

They all exited the house, leaving behind a stunned couple, to get to The Winters's place. They had to be sure, they couldn't stay here. The whole drive was silent, it felt both like an eternity and a blur, strangely.

Where they reached the place, they left the cars with fear and worry. They didn't need to get far. Right before the house, lay the corpse and the head still recognizable of Ashley Seaver.

Hope you enjoyed! I don't hate Seaver, really, but I wanted someone in the team to die and it befall on her.

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