A/N: Heyoo! Thank you for your patience. I have so much going on on my life that it's very hard to concentrate pretty much on anything. Like for example, I'm suffering from quote bad nightmares, and let's just say that there is so much rumors going around the town about me. Awful ones, so I've been trying to take care of those things while trying all I can not to break down.
I'm ranting once again, sorry about that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and like always, review would be reeaally nice. And thank you to everyone who has done it already. It mean so much!
Chapter 11.
"Hello, my pretties. I have a little news flash for you about the things I've found already. And before I start I have to say this guy wasn't very easy to dig up to. I mean, after getting one thing up, it blocks the other one. But this much I have got already." Garcia started as perky as she usually starts her phone calls. Well, it depends on who is she talking to. If she calls to Morgan, starts the phone call with some kind of flirt or other thing many people might consider inappropriate.
"Hey, Penelope. What do you got?" Dave asked as he contacted all the others to the same phone call.
"Well, Steven Sebastian Glynne, Detective from Seattle. Married with Arianna Glynne. They have a 15 years old daughter Rose. They have lived their whole life in Seattle and Steven and Arianna have been married for 12 years now. " Garcia told small typing sound coming from background.
"What else?" Asked Morgan who still was at Hotch's apartment with the young genius.
"He dropped out from law school on the middle of it and went to work. His mother died to cancer a couple of years ago and his father doesn't seem to be the healthiest person either." More typing was heard on the line as the analyst shut up for a couple of seconds.
" Any mentions of Hotch?" Rossi asked slamming the car's door shut as they had arrived to the crime scene. The yellow 'do not cross' tapes surrounding the alley. There were people on the streets looking at the alley curious and questioning but none of them came closer, which was relief.
"No, not really. Only that they went the same school and that they lived on a same apartment during the high school before Hotch moved to live with Haley."
Dave let out a little frustrated sigh. "Keep digging Penelope. We need everything you can find. Good work so far." He almost disconnected the call but didn't as heard the technical analysts' voice still coming from the line.
"Wait a second my acting liege. " loud and fast typing was heard again. That speed didn't surprise any of them anymore. But as he had re-joined the team after his retirement, that speed was so fast. He remembers how he first time saw her typing so fast, his mouth formed almost perfect 'o'. "I just got some new information. Steven's wife and daughter. Neither of them showed up to work or school today. Do you think these are connected?"
"Pen, give me her number and I try to reach her, 'kay?" JJ said taking long steps towards the car which was on it's way to the crime scene, Prentiss walking right next to her.
"Done." She smirked quick and pressed the enter button, and in less than a second a text ' Contact send' showed up to the screen.
"Thank you." JJ said and disconnected the call.
"Thanks kitten. Keep digging. "Dave said also hanging up and putting the phone to the inner pocket of his jacket. Morgan and Reid did the same right after.
"Stay safe my loves." Garcia said to no one. One deep breath more and her fingers practically flew on the keyboard again.
"The body was found from there" The younger police man pointed towards the half full garbage cans, interrupting the agent's thoughts. Boxes, which used to be light brown cardboard, were now stained in blood. A lot of it. David walked towards them finding 4 plastic cones showing the places of the body, the place where the body was found and foot prints. Different kind of footprints. 3 kind but only two of them had been marked. Maybe the third was left by some police or something, but something told that it wasn't that.
"Any witnesses?" Rossi asked kneeling down to the blood stained boxes, to the place where the body was laid on. Two pairs of bloody footprints were also around that place, others clearly belonged to Hotch, but the other ones?
"No. But it seemed like they left that bar" Tucker pointed the dark building across the street. "around 1am Friday night or Saturday morning whatever you want to call it." He said, and he could have been more interested about the subject.
Tucker kept his hands on his pockets and looked around and it was possible to see how little he cared about the whole case. All other possible things were running in his head but this case. *What the hell is going on with these officers?* Rossi thought but kept his mouth shut.
"What time the body was found?" He slowly got up and took few steps towards the next yellow cone with number 4 on it. The place of the knife. But then something else got his attention just few meters away from him, right next to one garbage can. A gun, seemed to be Glock. 17, maybe 19.
"Well, the phone call came in 1.27 AM" Tucker said quickly glancing towards the senior agent who seemed to had found something. But he didn't follow. He just stared at him.
"Am I boring you?" asked Rossi as he knelt down to look at the gun. There was no question was it Hotch's. He took a glove from his pocket and picked the gun up, opening it and finding out that it had been fired 3 times.
Tucker ignored that agent's question. "What's that?" He pointed his look towards the gun.
"Hotch's gun." David mutterer deep drown in his thoughts. Steven was stabbed, not shot. Why the gun had been fired several times? Self-defense? But Hotch rarely missed a shot. The guy would probably be dead by now. What if Hotch didn't use the gun? If a bullet scratched his arm, that would explain the stiches. Or the wound at least. But what about the stiches? If he went to a hospital, there would be some kind of a record from it, right? And Garcia would have found it if there was any. Where did he get the stiches from? Did he do them by himself? I didn't know he could do that. So many questions rolled in his head and he only had to find the answers to them.
