Chapter 10

AN: I would like more reviews, it helps me with my writing. By the way I made a typo in an earlier chapter referring to Queen's hacker friend as Aaron, it supposed to he Eric.

"Can I have it?" Hotch asked gesturing to Reid's hand.

"Uh... sure," Reid replied as he handed it to Hotch. He'd already read the number, he didn't need it anymore. He didn't think he'd actually use it, but it was there just in case.

"We're going to take new cases until the event. And we're going to call Ambassador Queen to ask what exactly we're doing because Strauss has no idea," Hotch said. Hotch took out his phone and dialed the number. They heard it ringing and waited.

"Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you Adelite, Fridays are sleep in days!" Emory screamed.

"This is SSA Hotchner and my entire team," Hotch replied. Morgan grinned at her statement and Rossi gave a low chuckle.

"Oh... Its too early for this. Could you call my office instead?" Emory asked as she rubbed her eyes. She was still lying in bed snuggled under blankets.

"Its nine and we have questions," JJ plainly stated with an amused look.,

"Well, I'll have you know even if I can last an entire week with an hour of sleep I am still capable of sleeping an entire 24 hours in a row. Wait... how do you have my number?" Queen asked as she tensed up and sat up.

"Your sister gave it to us now I was wondering if we could meet to discuss the event and the case." Reid questioned.

"Can't, I have a full schedule. This is probably the only sleep I'm getting until the ball. But, don't worry I will tell you everything. Ladies pick a pretty sophisticated dress. Men wear a regal suit. The limo will pick you up at each of your houses at eight.

"We still starting a case?" Morgan asked.

Hotch sighed, "Catch up on your paperwork, for now."

Hotch walked away. As much as he wanted to stop this unsub, or unsubs, in this case, he knew Queen was a firework ready to explode, if only to light up the sky once more. He had seen the way she strived for perfection and, but seemed to bloom when she let herself go, when she let herself forget. The fact she had agreed to talk still puzzled him. But, he knew how she must have felt. If her team had truly been killed, it was safe to assume they would have killed her, or used her family as leverage. As narcissistic as she acted she was just trying to reassure herself she was safe.

Hotch went to his office and pulled the file out. Their profile was very generic since the unsubs had been evolving and devolving constantly. The only link between the victims were they were all in groups and all talented. One group had been an a winning choir group, another was a gymnastics squad, a creative writing club, and an artist troupe. All were cornered in an alley and beat to death except for one person in each group, who was never found. It was assumed that they were a group since one person could not have had that much control over large groups. It was speculated that their signature could be the missing person. Psychologically speaking, they were thought to be rejected as children. The ones who grew up in the sidelines and never accomplished anything so that they would bring pain to those who had accomplished something. Or maybe they were forgotten prodigies. There had been a possibility these men worked for someone else, maybe a collector. But, that theory was diminished by the amount of personal rage inflicted on the victims.

Hotch shook his head and sighed. During the case he felt they were so close to catching them. When they did manage to capture one man, he said nothing. Maybe, Queen could shed light on the case.

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