Chapter 11- Worlds Collide
"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch without doing anything."- Albert Einstein
Hatch's POV
I watched as a 5ft 4in girl tackled Spencer. I looked over and saw Gwen standing beside a silver haired man, and they were laughing. Morgan was gaping, Garcia was giggling, and a brown haired man was walking up beside the silver haired man, he was accompanied by two women. One had brown hair, the other was clearly goth, and she was holding a black lace paracell. Another man walked up next to the goth, he had a leash in his hand. On the other end of the leash was a huge German Shepherd. It looked like, at one point the dog was part of a K-9 unit.
"Who is the boy that Celeste has attacked?" The guy with the dog asked.
"Her brother," Gwen replied. "BAU, meet the Major Case Response Team of NCIS. This is DiNozzo, Gibbs, McGee, Abby the Forensic Specialist, Ziva David, and the one on top of Spencer is Celestina Reid. MCRT, this is Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, and me, Guinevere White. Also the dog is Jethro, named after Gibbs, and named by Abby."
I knelt down, and the dog came up to me, and started to sniff my hand. After a bit of sniffing, he licked my hand, and nosed my hand to encourage me to pet him. I scratched behind his ears, and he started trying to lick my face.
"I have never seen Jethro trust anyone but Abby that fast," Gibbs stated. I stood up, and wiped my hands on my jeans. I also held out my hand for Gibbs to shake. He grasped my hand, and we shook.
"I'm Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU," I introduced myself.
"Jethro Gibbs," the leader of the NCIS team replied.
"So you are the brother of Gwen's that works with the FBI," Celeste stated, while standing up. I reached over to lend a hand to help Reid stand up. He took my hand and it lingered for a few seconds, then released my hand, and he let Jethro the dog smell his hand. Jethro seemed to like Spencer, and Spencer gave him a couple of pats on the head.
"Yes, I'm her brother in all but blood," I stated. Gwen smiled at me, and swung one of her arms around me, the other she linked through Celeste's arm.
"We have the sparring station to get to, and don't worry, Spencer, Jethro is well trained," Gwen stated, and we all walked over to the area that had stacks of mats. The sparring area was beginning to draw a crowd. I could see Anderson with a clipboard, was he taking names and making a bracket?
"Alright, if you want to try your hand at sparring, sign up with me," Anderson shouted. A line started to form, and not only did Morgan join in, but Celeste and Gibbs did as well.
"You should give it a try, Hotch," Spencer told me, so reluctantly, I signed up.
"Alright, for our first two spars, we have the FBI against NCIS, with Hotcher vs Gibbs, and Morgan vs Ziva David. The team leads first. Once those fights are over, Ziva and the Navy combat instructors will take over sparring with the hopefuls," Gwen shouted, in what I would assume to be her best drill instructor voice, or her Captain voice. I stepped up to one side of the mat, and Gibbs stepped up to the other. He came at me first, with a right hook. I blocked and stepped in to try to tackle. He moved out of my way, and landed a jab to my side. After that it all stopped, I punched him in the jaw, and he hit me in the side again, right on my scars from Foyet. I just continued to attack, so did Gibbs, after 5 minutes, Gwen pulled me back, and Celeste pulled Gibbs back.
"It is a draw," Celeste announced. "Next up, Morgan with the BAU, vs Probationary Agent Ziva David."
Both of them got on the mat, and they started circling each other, I watched from the medic tent that someone had set up.
"Lift up your shirt, Aaron," I heard Gwen's voice tell me. I did as she asked, and Gwen wrapped up my abdomen with some gauze and tape. I could feel Spencer's gaze on me. "You shouldn't have to change the bandages, unless you shower."
Next to me, Gibbs was trying to tell off a short man, saying that he was fine, but the short man was very persistent. "Hello, Ducky," Gwen greeted the man treating Gibbs.
"Ah, hello, Guinevere, it is so go to see you," The man greeted Gwen with a pat on the back.
"Good job, Aaron, and you as well Gibbs," Gwen told us, Gibbs smiled at her, and I grinned at my surrogate little sister.
I looked back at the fight, and saw a shocking sight, Morgan had a black eye, and David was clutching her side, and they were only two minutes into the fight. This fight was scheduled for five minutes.
"Hotchner, I have three bodies of female Navy Lieutenants on the slab at NCIS headquarters, we think it is the same person, would your team mind helping us out?" Gibbs asked me.
"We will come by tomorrow, and check out to make sure the killer is the same, and I hope you guys have the crime scenes preserved, cause we like to be able to visit the crime scenes ourselves and add to our profile, do you guys have a preliminary profile?" I asked him. He silently passed me a manilla folder that had all the victims pictures, and a handwritten profile. The profile read that it was likely a white male, 25-40, who owned a american made truck or SUV, or something that could transport a body. He is most likely not in the military, but with either a military or police background. Most likely he was either fired or dishonorably discharged for sexual misconduct. He killed the girls by severing their femoral artery, which was a weird place to sever, normally serial killers severed the carotid artery.
The time table for these murders were spread out over 3 months. So he had one hell of a cooling off period, so he had to have filmed these killings, so he can revisit and relive them.
"This profile is good, but it needs some work, who wrote it?" I asked Gibbs.
"Celeste wrote it last month before the final victim, and it is about three weeks after the third victim." Gibbs replied, and I nodded. It looked like my team found a case for this upcoming week.