Garcia's POV
It's been a tiring couple of days, even for those of us who aren't out in the field, and I can feel my eyes starting to strain with the effort of continuous reading from a screen. Unlike the team in the field, I have multiple cases as the technical analyst, and I only get so much time to myself. At the moment, I've given up on my current searches for a quick-five-minute break, and the chance to rub my eyes clear of the gathering moisture. Beside me, Reid seems to be deeply engrossed in the pictures of Tammy's paintings. Something in them seems to have him transfixed, so I leave him be to concentrate fully. I get up quietly so as not to startle him, and make my way over to the break room to get a much needed cup of coffee. While I'm there, I pick one up for Reid too, making sure to dump half the contents of the sugar shaker into his.
Entering my tech cave once more, I set the coffee down in front of Reid and wheel over to my workstation, ready to start my lengthy searches once more. A shrill beeping emanates from the phone by my computer, alerting me to the fact that my services are needed. Reaching over to the phone, I put it on loudspeaker before answering,
"You're on with the Oracle of all knowing, and boy genius, what can we do for you?"
"Garcia, it's Prentiss, I need you to run a search for me," replies Emily.
"Gotcha chickadee, what do you need?"
"I need the teaching schedule for Professor Jack White, he definitely teaches at MIAD and UW-Milwaukee, but we also need to know if he teaches at any other universities – or extracurricular activities. Also, a copy of the curriculum for all of the arts programs would be helpful. Really, anything that could indicate his involvement other than teaching the girls that we know of so far," requests Emily.
"No problem Em, consider it done," I reply.
"Oh, and we'll probably fax you Sam Keele's work when we get to the good professor."
"Alright, well Reid's here and ready to roll."
"Bye Garcia," she finishes.
"Bye Princess, get this done, okay?"
"Yes ma'am," she teases.
The phone hangs up, and I return to my searches, with the addition of one more – the Professor's credentials and courses, as well as his personal schedule. While thinking about that, it occurs to me that as a Professor, he might actually frequent some of the same bars and hang-outs as his students, which means he could potentially know the Unsub. With that thought, I make a mental note to check his financial history too, since it's completely plausible that he goes to the same bar that Tammy and Sam frequented.
JJ's POV
Preparing a press briefing for this case is harder than I'd expected, since not much information was readily available about the victims, and most of the details of the case are quite sensitive. Finally though, I think I've got the statement finished, and I'm prepared for the onslaught of questions I'm likely to be faced with. I've got the facts about the case that I'm allowed to release to the press – on Hotch's orders – and I've got the facts that are in no way allowed to reach the press, the sensitive details that could be detrimental to the case. Getting up from behind my desk, I smooth the non-existent wrinkles in my suit, flatten my hair and generally groom myself before giving the briefing.
Stepping outside into the sunlight, I tug the lapels of my blazer around my shoulders and step up onto the podium. Before me sit representatives from each major news station in Milwaukee, looking at me expectantly. Swallowing once, I open my mouth, and begin what has now become routine – speaking to an audience who only want to know the details that will make the best story. Ignoring my own disgust at the press took a while to get used to, especially when I was new to this, but as liaison, it is my job to ignore the despicable nature of some of these news stations, since most of the time they provide a great platform for sharing information and getting the word out as necessary.
When I have finished the briefing that I have so carefully prepared, I take questions from the press, making sure to select those I know are not just trying to get a good story – since I have become unfortunately familiar with the sharks in Milwaukee.
"Yes, you from channel six," I say, pointing towards the reporter.
"Can you comment on the 'type' so to speak that the killer seems to be following?"
"At this particular moment, it seems uncertain as to whether or not he has any preferences in terms of eye and hair colour, however he seems to strike mainly Caucasian women, between the ages of twenty and twenty five, with average or medium frames. I would like to stress however, that women should still remain vigilant, even if they think that they do not fit his 'type', since we do not have enough information as yet to rule out any one characteristic. Next question –"
"Does the FBI think that there may be more victims on the way?"
"I am unable to share that information at this point, however, I would like to once again remind all women to be careful, and not to go anywhere alone at this point, since it seems that he targets young women who tend to be alone. Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the press for your time, that's all for today."
With the initial briefing over, I walk steadily back into the police station, already gearing up my thoughts for when I'll undoubtedly have to deliver the profile to the waiting public. I'm hoping that by that point, we will also have some idea of who the Unsub may be, or even a sketch. Despite what I know about serial killers, I'm also really hoping that by the time the second briefing comes around, I won't have to mention another victim.
Hotch's POV
With JJ's briefing out of the way, the only thing left is to finish building up the profile, something Morgan's been helping me with all morning. Prentiss called back with the Literature pieces that Samantha produced, but said that so far, the Professor was nowhere to be found, and that his students had all been told that he had to take some personal time. Either his personal time coincided really unfortunately with this case, or we've finally got a solid lead apart from the bar, Ray's. Speaking of which, I think it's high time that Morgan and I checked that place out, at least to get a break from the aching paperwork and discussions about the mental stability and motives of our Unsub.
Well, that's all for this chapter :) Thanks for reading, and thanks to 123a456e for reviewing the last chapter. While I'm giving thanks, I'd also like to thank everybody who has favourited, reviewed and put the story on alert – it means a great deal! See you next chapter :)