The Bodyguard
Criminal minds fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal minds or it's characters but these story lines and Emma Frost are completely mine
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Chapter thirty-six:
"There has been another death, last night at 4 am" Hotch explained to the team as they looked to each other in the office room. He pulled out the pictures of the crime scene and the bagged painting, putting them on the table. Then he pulled out a bag with a note inside hand written but there were no finger prints.
"It was found on the painting?" Emma asked, looking to Hotch before slowly holding it up and looking at it. The letters were close to invisible.
"Anyone have a knife?" She asked, taking a lemon from the fruit basket on the table. A police officer handed her a sharp pointed blade for opening letters. Slicing on the top of the lemon, she slowly tipped it over onto the sticky note she pulled out. Letting the lemon juice sink in and dry, they watched as the ink began to appear.
"That's a high-school trick" Emma whispered, looking to the note and rolling her eyes, "Whoever the killer is, she is either a teenager or someone with an immature mindset… only a high-schooler would use this ink"
"How do you know that?" Spencer furrowed his brow as Emma sighed. Hotch didn't get it either.
"Trust me, this kind of invisible ink… it's cheep, you can get it at any hot-topic, and plus, it's written with a sketch pencil dipped in it, which is why the letters are there just enough so you can tell there's invisible ink. I did this more than a thousand times when I was in highschool but most kids learn better ways of doing this in college." Emma explained, looking to Spencer who furrowed his brow, "The Popular kids do this more than the nerds do, but anyone with an internet access can get this concept"
Spencer glowered at Emma would glowered back. Hotch watched as they both glared at each other then looked back to the pictures.
"what's it say?" Derek asked.
"I see you… I can tell who you are… I'm a profiler too"
"Well, serial killers are the best profilers" Emily added in, looking to them. This case seemed to be nothing but ruining them. Whoever this killer was, was a girl, a teenager, and had no reason that they could see to be killing these women.
"Emily, take Emma and go to the new site, Derek come with me to the local high-school art program... most likely the girl is apart of it" Hotch stated, the group nodding and splitting up again. Hotch thought it would be best that Spencer go with him and Derek and that way he couldn't be attacked in the police office again. This way it was he and Derek watching him, but when they got in the car there was a tension between the two.
Derek knew what he had done, what he enjoyed and lavished that night before. Spencer knew what he felt, and knew the exact enjoyment and lavishing, but Derek was upset by it. He knew it was wrong, He felt like he had betrayed Spencer. Oh, Derek Morgan didn't just feel like he betrayed Spencer, he had betrayed Spencer.
Spencer watched Derek fidget under his glare from time to time. How could he! HOW DARE HE! He touched Emma, not just touched but he… Spencer didn't have proof but if he waited, he knew that Derek would confess.
"We're here" Hotch stated, hitting the breaks. The men looked out to the highschool and their eyes burst open as they looked to the building before them.
"Are you sure a serial killer goes here?"
The building was 4 stories high and twice the size of any high-school, it looked like a college. The yard was long and green, full of blooming trees and bushes with flowers, a garden of roses and other such flowers that spelled out the initials of the high school. The doors were oak and had the initials engraved and painted over in a glittery silver paint.
"Wow…" Derek whistled before stepping out of the car.
"So where do you think the art center is?" Hotch asked before they saw a woman coming up to them in a pencil suit on. Her hair seemed to be yanked back into a bun and her face looked just as full as pain as they felt having her stare at them.
"You must be from the FBI, The police chief warned me you would swing by"
"We're sorry to bother you, but we need to check out your art classroom and list of students enrolled in it"
"And why should I do that?" She questions, sharp finger nails that seemed likely to cut open unruly students throats laid on her hips. Not really hips, the pencil skirt was killing her form but she was the principle so she probably didn't want a form.
"Because our killer leaves behind paintings of unbelievable talent behind… and she's a teenager"
"Let me see and I can pull out a list of some candidates" She grumbled. The team was stumped for a second before Derek turned to pull out the paintings they had. While he was digging through the SUV, Hotch looked to Spencer who was taking in the school with a furrowed brow. Spencer looked at the school than to the principle. If it looked like such a wonderous school, why did it seem like she hated her students.
"Here" Derek handed the paintings over.
Instantly they were rushing to keep up with the long stride woman. Once inside, Spencer broke off from the two and walked around the school. The inside was just as wondrous as the outside. There were about 6 show cases just in the first hall, about the marching band, any and all the other bands, the Color guard had their own show case.
"Excuse me, Why are you here?" Spencer jumped and went wide eyed at a girl looking up at him. She had red hair pulled up into a messy bun, big light blue eyes that glowed from underneath the bangs that swept across her forehead. Spencer found himself intrigued by her because around her neck was a black choker like object and attached to it was a small gold bell with designs etched into it. Like a cat collar.
Her shirt was black and her jeans were worn, but her collar looked as if she treated it with respect.
"I'm Spencer Reid, with the FBI-" She jumped his sentence with a giant grin and blurted out words.
"I know who you are, I asked why you're here" She giggled. He furrowed his brow, before pulling back. No one ever knew who he was before, he wasn't famous or well known. So how did she know?
"We're looking into an investigation" He answered, "Who are you?"
"Most people call me Ida… if you're on a murder investigation, why are you here at a high-school?" She asked, pulling her book-bag strap higher up onto her shoulder, "I mean the principle is a fire breathing dragon, but she's not going to murder anyone…yet…"
"She does seem harsh," Spencer chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. Then looking down to the red head, he tilted his head. Where had he seen her? There was this nagging feeling that he had seen her before. Not from anywhere else but there was something hinting to him that he had seen this girl before today.
"Well… I've got to get to class, being late is considered a death toll" She laughed, waving as the bell rung and she began to rush off. Spencer hadn't answered her question, but as he watched her run off he couldn't help but feel confused and that nagging in the back of his head wouldn't leave him be.
"Who's your friend?" Hotch asked, holding a list in his hand.
"No one…we should go look at the art place, ask the teacher" Spencer answered, looking to Hotch then Derek who was smiling and talking to an secretary. With a glower, he huffed and stormed after Hotch who called after Derek. Could the man not be happy with just one woman, he had Emma, she was all someone could need!
However, Emma and Emily were in another construction site, finding the same things except this time it wasn't as sneaky as the last time. The architect said he saw someone in black run out the back 10 minutes before he found the body. Said the person couldn't be taller than 5 foot 4, and they had what looked like red paint all over their shoes.
Wasn't paint!
"So close" Emma groaned, looking around at the room. There was less plastic this time, but it was still as clean as before.
"She's attacking faster… I think she's feeling the pressure" Emily added. Emma nodded as she put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"You said you were popular, now where you?" Emily teased as Emma rolled her eyes.
"In high-school I used to be that stereotypical stuck up popular girl who bullied others… I once made three boys cry in one setting, all three stuck in their lockers with nothing on and their boxers hanging to the ceiling" Emma groaned.
"Oh my… Emma, I didn't… Wow"
"Which is why I never talked about my history with Spence" She laughed before sighing, "He would have never forgiven me". Emma shook her head. No time to talk about her now, she had to get back to work. They had a serial killing teenage girl running around making paintings out of blood… they had all the work cut ahead of them and no where to go.
Author's notes: I want to thank Ida-J the most for giving me this Villain idea! Thank you SupernaturalfreakisSG-1fan20, native-kitten, heyya15965, Ida-J, AnnabelleLee13194, I_Philosoraptor, LoveforPenandDerek, 68luvcarter, redblackroses23 and hiei2828 for your reviews.
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