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TW blood warning :)
Quantico VA, BAU Headquarters
"It's good to be back." Serena sighed contentedly, and leaned back in her chair.
"It's good to have you back." Reid replied.
"Any interesting cases while I was gone?" Serena asked.
"Yeah, this one guy who thought the more he killed the better his luck in the casino."
"Mhm, and Reid went into a poker tournament, almost lost Rossi's money!" Prentiss yelled from across the bullpen.
"Hey, that's not true. I would have won!" Reid argued.
"Oh, I know you would have." Serena said chuckling, and dove into the mountain of case files on her desk.
"Right, I'll tell the team." JJ said, and left Hotch's office with a grim look on her face. Rossi was first to notice.
"JJ, are you alright?" The older man asked.
"It's...it's a really bad one." JJ replied. She turned to the bullpen area. "We've got a case." She announced, and walked into the conference room. Rossi sighed and joined her.
When everyone had filed in, the tv was still at the default blue home screen.
"Um, JJ? Crime scene photos?" Morgan said hesitantly.
"Huh? Oh, right. Well I wasn't sure if, if um, you guys wanted to see it. It's very uh-graphic."
"JJ. It's okay." Hotch assurred her, and passed out the case files.
The media liaison took a deep breath and clicked the remote. Four images popped up. For a second, you couldn't really tell what they were due to all the blood. The bodies were impossible to identify. Their faces were scratched and marked. The crime scene's walls were dripping with blood.
"OH!" They all jumped and turned towards the voice. It was Garcia. Her theme was bright magenta today, and she was covering her glasses.
"Wh-what is that?!" She yelled.
JJ gave Morgan an "I told you so" look and turned the screen off. "It's gone, Garcia."
The technical analyst slowly lowered her hand. "I will definitely have to watch some happy kitten videos after this." She said.
"Well, despite all the blood, it looks just like a double homicide." Morgan shrugged, looking at the case file. "What makes this a BAU case?"
"The unsub left something behind." Hotch said.
"This is only the beginning to many. There is much to be done. We usually do not promote violence, but this is essential towards the greater cause." Reid read aloud.
"Miami P.D. is worried they may have way more of these scenes on their hands." JJ said.
"Well, I would too." Prentiss replied, sighing.
"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said, and the team left the room, leaving Garcia alone and shaking.
"I." She muttered. "Did. Not. Sign. Up. For. This. As. Part. Of. The. Job."
On the jet
"Alright, let's start with victimology." Hotch ordered.
"The husband, Mark Roberts, was a white collar worker for a company called Schroeder Corporations. Says they're some sort of financing company." Serena read on the file. "I think we should check that out."
"Take Reid with you." Hotch said. "What about the wife?"
"Jolene Roberts. She played the violin in the South Florida Symphony Orchestra." Rossi replied.
"I don't know, but I don't think this is about Jolene." JJ said thoughtfully.
"This is definitely a rage kill. Means the unsub knew the Roberts. If it isn't about Jolene, then it's probably about Mark."
"Uh, sir?" Garcia's face popped up on the screen.
"Yes, Garcia?"
"Miami P.D. just notified me. They can't find Abigail Roberts, the Roberts' daughter."
"Damn…" Morgan said.
"Why are we only hearing about this now?" Rossi demanded.
"They thought she was at a friend's house. Turns out she wasn't there." Garcia responded.
"A bloody double homicide, and now a kidnapping. Great." Prentiss said.
"When we land, Chen and Reid, go to Schroeder Corp. Morgan and Rossi, check the crime scene. Garcia, look more into Roberts' lives. JJ, Prentiss, and I will go set up with Miami P.D." Hotch ordered.
Outside Schroeder Corp., Miami Florida
"Why is Florida so hot?" Serena complained as she and Reid stepped out of their SUV.
"Because of it's position on-"
"Rhetorical question, Reid."
The pair walked into the tall gray building, feeling the wave of the cool air conditioning. Serena approached the front desk.
"I need access to Mark Roberts' desk and papers." She said to the receptionist.
"Sorry, ma'am, but we keep all the information of our employees-" He suddenly stopped.
Serena had shown her badge. "Mark Roberts was murdered last night." She reported. The receptionist looked scared all of a sudden.
"Y-yes, of course. Um, 4th floor. The desk nearest to the elevator." He said.
"Anything locked?"
"Uh-no, no I don't think so." The man murmured, and returned to his work. Serena and Reid exchanged glances.
"Weird guy." Serena remarked, and stepped into the elevator.
"Totally."
They were joined by a man in a suit on the second floor. He paused and looked at the guns by the agents' waists before getting in.
"FBI." Reid said.
"Ah." The man said, and got on. "So, are you here to check Mark Roberts' desk?" He asked.
"Yes, we are. How'd you know?" Serena replied.
"News travels fast around here at Schroeder." The man said. "You do have the key, don't you?"
"Key for what?" Reid asked.
"Well, I knew Mark. He is- er, was, a very secretive man. Many of his drawers are locked. Surely the receptionist told you that?"
"We asked. He said he didn't think there was." Serena replied.
"Well, then I suppose he didn't know Mark well. Here." The man gave a silver key to Reid.
"Thank you, sir."
"Please, call me Bill. I just want you to catch who did this. Here, call me if you need anything." And he gave Serena his business card. The pair got out on the fourth floor and said goodbye to the man.
"That was kind of him." Serena said, looking at the card. Reid silently agreed.
Crime scene: 20910 Evergreen Lane, Miami FL
"Uungh." Morgan and Rossi watched as a detective threw up on the sidewalk in front of the house.
"Yikes." Rossi said, and greeted the chief of police, Earl Darmon.
"Yeah, it's a bit gross. Honestly, I don't exactly want to go back in there."
"Wish us luck then." Morgan replied, as he and Rossi opened the front door.
"Damn."
The scene was even worse in real life. The walls that were supposed to be baby blue, were now dripping in red. The bedroom bathroom's door was wide open, and the floor was covered in red smears.
"Classic overkill." Rossi said, inspecting the blood soaked mattress.
"So, I'm the unsub. I sneak in the house through the back window. Creep upstairs, and I go for the biggest threat. Mark Roberts. He was sleeping here." Morgan pointed at the bed. "I stab him, and his yells wake Jolene."
"She crawls out of bed, and heads towards the bathroom." Rossi replies.
"Because I'm blocking the entrance." Morgan went to stand by the door.
"But the door is far away from the bed. To stab someone you have to be up close. Maybe this unsub was big in size?"
"Perhaps. But typically any man with a knife is intimidating enough for someone to back up." Morgan said.
"True…so she backs up into the bathroom and tries to lock him out. But he's fast, so he kills her here." Rossi moves towards the bathroom door.
"You know Rossi, usually big unsubs are slow. They're strong, but slow. Jolene was an avid runner. Besides, the police arrived here in a few minutes due to neighbors." Morgan responded.
"So, what, we're dealing with a killing duo?" Rossi asked.
"The note said 'We usually do not promote violence.' Doesn't that sound like a group, to you?"
"So, a pack." Rossi remarked.
"Yeah. Definitely." Morgan said, looking around at the walls.
"And, by the looks of the note left behind, those sons of bithces are going to kill again."
Author's note: AHHHH SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITINGGGG
Well, it's finally December! Hope there's snow this year. Also, I know JJ was a profiler in season 7 (when this thing takes place) but to be honest I didn't like it when she was a profiler, so I kept her as media liaison. Sorry if that upsets anyone :/
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