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Chapter 9
Ianthe could not sleep. She was exhausted, but her brain would just not turn off. She was thinking of many things. Two things were most prevalent. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop thinking about Jethro. Had she been wrong about him? Or was it all a misunderstanding?
Either way, she needed to focus on this case. The DNA results did not find a hit in the database, and while it was good that they had a profile for comparison, they needed a suspect first. There had to be a link they were missing. How was the Unsub choosing his victims?
Ianthe started looking through all of the crime scene photos, trying to find something they had missed. The local police departments had taken countless pictures.
It took her a moment to realise what she was seeing, but once she did, she became excited. She quickly started shuffling through the pictures from the other crime scenes. There it was! The link they were missing. She was so excited, she barely remembered to put on her slippers. She rushed out of her room, and started knocking on the room two doors down.
Aaron Hotchner woke to the sound of hectic knocking. He grabbed his robe, and pulled it on over his boxers. Opening the door, he was taken aback at the appearance of Ianthe. She had her hair in a messy bun, and her face was scrubbed clean of makeup. She had a pair of square reading glasses perched on her nose. The thing that grabbed his attention, was what she was wearing. Ianthe was wearing a pair of short, silk shorts, and a matching silk camisole top. The cream colored silk was clinging to her heavy breasts, and her nipples were hard. Aaron swallowed, taking in the sight of her.
"Ianthe? What's going on?" He said, voice higher than normal.
She smiled brilliantly. "I couldn't sleep. So I decided to go over the crime scene photos again. I found the link we were missing!" She exclaimed, waving a group of six pictures around.
He grinned at her excitement. "That's great! Come in, and show me what you've got." Aaron said, opening his door wider.
Ianthe finally noticed his state of undress. Then the reality of her own hit her awareness. It was too late to be embarrassed now, she thought with a mental shrug. She followed him into his room, and sat down at the small table. Spreading the pictures out, she motioned him closer.
"I noticed this picture of psychiatric medication on the nightstand of the last victim. We had initially talked about a possible Neo-Nazi connection. The Nazi's didn't just eliminate Jews and homosexuals. They systematically killed or sterilized thousands of mentally ill, or handicapped persons of all ages. I then checked the pics of the other crime scenes. Every one of the victims were on anti-psycotic medication." She said, pointing at each picture.
Hotch leaned over her shoulder, looking at each snap. He could smell the apple scent of her shampoo, but he didn't let himself be distracted. Sure enough, there were six pictures of various psychiatric medications, one for each crime scene.
"First, I thought that the Unsub may work as a pharmacist. But they are all from different places. However, they are all from the same Doctor. Heinz Krupp, who is based in Seattle." Ianthe said, raising an eyebrow.
"Excellent work!" Hotch said, impressed. "Why don't we get dressed, and I'll assemble the team." He said.
Ianthe blushed lightly, but nodded. "I'm sorry for just barging in." She said sheepishly.
"That's alright, I'm used to it." Hotch said, giving her a crooked smile.
Ianthe's blush deepened, and she quickly excused herself to get dressed.
'Hmmm.' Hotch thought. 'Is it possible she is attracted to me too?' Nevermind. Now was not the time. Hotch called the others, and dressed swiftly.
An hour later, the team was sucking down coffee like it was water. They were all sat around a conference table. Hotch started laying out what Ianthe had uncovered, and they started to make a plan. They believed it was the Doctor himself who was the unsub, but they needed to tread carefully.
"Maybe we should approach him as the Doctor of the latest victim only. Lull him into a false sense of security." Spencer said. The explanation of the link between victims had hit him hard. This monster believed people like his Mother should be put down like a rabid dog. It was hard for him to fathom.
"Whatever we do, we need to get a DNA sample. We also need to investigate every employee that works in that office. We need to be sure before we rush to judgement." Rossi said.
"Agreed. Let's get to work." Hotch said.
A couple of hours later, Hotch and Rossi approached the office of Dr. Krupp. Spencer and Prentiss were investigating the other employees of the office, while Ianthe was running through the blood evidence. Morgan was interviewing the latest victim's family, asking about his mental health issues, and what his relationship was like with his Doctor.
Rossi walked into the sleek office. Glass and metal dominated the space, making it cold and uninviting. "My name is Agent Rossi, and this is Agent Hotchner. We need to speak to Dr. Krupp." He told the receptionist.
"Just a moment please." She said, picking up the phone on her desk. After a whispered conversation, she hung up. "The Doctor will be right with you."
A few minutes later, the Doctor exited his office. He was a tall, powerfully built man, with blond hair, and warm brown eyes. "Can I help you gentlemen?" He asked, after looking them both over.
"Doctor Krupp? My name is Agent Hotchner, from the FBI. One of your patients, Douglas Miller, was found murdered two days ago. We were wondering if you could come to the local FBI office, and answer a few questions about Mr Miller, and the company he kept." Hotch said, watching the Doctors' reactions.
"Yes. Such a tragedy. I heard about it on the news. I will of course help where I can, however you will need a warrant if you want me to breach confidentiallity." He said, voice slightly monotone.
"Of course, Doctor. We are obtaining one as we speak. Would you like us to give you a ride downtown?" Rossi said.
"Certainly. Veronica, cancel all my appointments for today." Krupp said, following the Agents out.
They arrived at the offices about 20 minutes later, after some small talk in the car. Settling in, the door opened, admitting Ianthe. She had taken off her lab coat, and was wearing slacks and a button up shirt. "Agent Rossi, Agent Hotchner, would you care for a drink?" She asked, playing her role perfectly.
"Coffee, thank you." Hotch said dismissively, playing the part of an arrogant Agent.
"Thank you, darling. I'll take a coffee as well." Rossi said, playing the typical sexist Agent role. He even gave her an obvious once over, to sell it.
"Would you care for a beverage, Sir?" Ianthe asked the Doctor.
He looked her up and down, and with a condescending smirk, asked for a coffee. Ianthe returned a few minutes later, with two ceramic mugs for the Agents, and a styrofoam cup for Krupp. She served them, then quickly left the room.
"If all of your Secretaries look like that, maybe I am in the wrong profession." Krupp said, leering slightly.
Hotch and Rossi laughed outwardly, while inwardly cringing. They each relaxed slightly, when Krupp started drinking from the cup.
About thirty minutes of talk about Doug Miller followed, then Ianthe entered the room with the coffee pot. "Can I top you gentlemen off?" She asked, filling up the Agent's coffee mugs. As she went for Krupp's cup, she 'accidentally' knocked it over, spilling the last sip on the table. "Oh! I am so sorry Sir! Here, let me get you a fresh cup." She said, then left the room swiftly, taking the cup with her. She bagged it immediately, and then took Krupp a new cup of coffee.
Ianthe rushed to the lab, and put on her protective gear. Taking the cup in her gloved hands, she swabbed the rim of the cup methodically. Cutting the tip off of the swab, she placed it in test tube that contained a chemical solution. She then placed the tube into the analizing machine, and said a small prayer.
Upstairs, Hotch and Rossi finished their interview, and had a patrol car take Krupp back to his office. They had told him they would be in touch when they had the warrant. The various prongs of the investigation continued, and six hours later, the DNA results were back.
Heinz Krupp's genetic profile matched the skin cells found at the site of Doug Miller's murder. They had found their Unsub.