Helllooo! Her is chapter nine! A little more drama anyone? Well, sure!
"Tell me everything."
Aaron barged in to the briefing room where he met a worried and somewhat flustered Penelope Garcia.
"Well, Reid mapped out the geographical profile and found that the string of victims so far has created a PI, and we still don't know what that means, Rossi and Morgan looked at the bodies and I think I have found a pattern within the victims-"
"And don't forget the two new victims"
Reid had walked through the door and announced this. He then grabbed a marker off of the table and scurried to his map. He began running his fingers nimbly over the paper and then proceeded to dray two more straight lines. He stepped back a minute to observe the new picture, as did Garcia and Hotch.
"PF?"
"Who are the two new victims?"
Reid looked at Hotch and answered.
"They're two boys again, which we expected, their names are Jason Riley and Edward Ashton."
"Alright, Reid, do you think that we can begin a profile?"
"Maybe…"
"Garcia you said that you found a pattern between the victims?"
"Well, I mean I don't know… Maybe."
"What is it?" Reid prodded.
"Well each time there is two victims, right? Well each time there is also one victim who is popular, but then the other victim is polar opposite- unpopular, bullied, alone. I think that if you look at the new victims you will see the same thing."
Reid cradled his chin in thought and furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're right. That means that maybe he is trying to display a message, something that has overwhelmed him since he was young."
"The pressure to be popular?"
"Exactly, and if he is this angry at his past, then I don't think he is going to stop anytime soon."
…
Back at Emily Prentiss' apartment, Emily was still feeling all shaky inside form being in Aaron's arms. The smell of him still lingered on her skin and she wouldn't want it any other way. She made her way into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Suddenly she began to felt a little bit woozy and she rocked back and forth on her feet a little. Emily gripped the side of the counter to steady herself. When it all seemed normal again, she placed a hand on her forehead, noticing that she was a little warmer than usual. She brought her hand down to her side again and began walking toward her bedroom.
"I'm fine, everything is fine."
…
The entire team, with the absence of Emily Prentiss was now gathered around the briefing table, and they began to start talking about the profile.
"All of his victims are white, so odds are he is too."
"And he most likely had a not- so – incredible childhood."
"But wait guys," Morgan began, "when me and Rossi checked out the victims, the guy said that there were more stab wounds on the girls, and more remorse on the girls. So what is this unsub is a girl?"
"How would a girl pull off killing a male teenage athlete?"
"Maybe she has a really good way of getting them to comply."
"But how? I mean it makes sense if it was a girl, and if she does have a really good way of making people come to her, then once we find it, it will be easier to find her."
"So are we changing the profile to female?"
"Let's just keep our options open."
…
Emily lay on her bed, wrapping herself in her blankets. She suddenly was very cold, and still a slight bit dizzy. She put it off as not eating enough, but her body did not want to get up and get food from the kitchen. Every small movement made her abdomen rack in pain as if showing protest. She pulled her arms in tighter to her body, curling up into a small ball. She thought about Hotch and how he was gone for a few hours now, and when he was going to come back soon to hold her again.
What am I saying? Hotch can't come and just be with you when there is an important case! He needs to be out solving this and putting murderers away, not be with you! Now you are just being selfish, people are dying for God's sakes and all you want is the man that can help them to be snuggled up next to you instead.
Prentiss thought the acid- like words and was practically yelling at herself insider her head. She whimpered slightly as her abdomen cringed in pain and she hated how pathetic she sounded. When had she become so needy? Probably when she had been hit with a Taser. Yeah, that could do it.
She began to relive that awful moment that she felt the electricity course though her body on that soggy, fould-smelling ground, and the sickening words that Frances spat in her face as he shocked her seeped into her ears-
"He's not going to help you… he doesn't love you! Do you know why? Tell me agent Prentiss, do you know why?"
Emily sucked in a sharp breath as she began to shiver, and soon that shiver turned into a full convulsion. She felt a wave of nausea and struggled to pull herself to the bathroom, the course carpet rubbing against her hands and the floor seemed to tilt. She reached it in time so she could release the contents of her stomach into the cold oval bowl. She coughed a few times and then sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. Her head pounded and she could still hear those vicious words.
"Because you don't deserve love! You don't deserve to be loved! And you never will!"
Ooh, I'm so mean! I always torture my favorite characters though, so, sorry Emily =/ Thanks for reading and review if you want to. And I know you want to =)
