Everyone agreed that multiple unsubs was the most logical explanation, and began to form the profile based on that hypothesis. Jessa spent the time thinking through her own theories. Knowing what she knew, she knew that the most likely possibility was a werewolf. She did call the roadhouse, and Bobby, but their answers were similar to Sam's: There was no one else near.

It was the next morning that they found the next body. In a park, torn to pieces, heart missing but this time the message read Kill me. When they got to the crime scene, they found someone else already looking it over.

"Excuse me." Hotch approached the woman. She was young, possibly younger than Jessa, with shoulder length black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her stance said military, or law enforcement, and she carried a gun at her hip. She was wearing tight leather pants and a black tank paired with dark aviators and Jessa could just see the knife poking out of her combat boots, giving her away. "This is a crime scene; you can't be here."

"Locals let me through." She answered him, barely looking away from the body.

"Who are you?" Hotch's tone was more forceful than it previously had been.

The mystery woman didn't speak, just handed him a business card.

"P.I?"

"That's what the card says."

"Why are you at my crime scene?"

"I figured this was Montgomery PD's crime scene. It is in their city." She looked up from the body for the first time, and took in the six Agents that stood before her. "But clearly the Feds are here now." Her tone was slightly mocking as she noted how official they all looked.

"You didn't answer my question, Miss Moriarty." He used the name on the card.

"I was hired."

"By who?"

"A family in Birmingham. One of their daughters was killed, like this, a couple months back, the other went missing. I've been following the bodies ever since."

"How many?" Jessa asked, earning a harsh glare from Hotch.

"Including this one, four. This is the first time he's killed twice in one month though."

"What do you mean?"

"Stand down, Winchester." Hotch cautioned, but the P.I ignored him and continued to address Jessa.

"Body in Birmingham two months back, body here last month, the one two days ago, and now today." She counted them on her fingers. "He's killed one a month since Birmingham, as far as I can tell none before that."

"Agent Morgan will escort you from the scene." Hotch told her, "If I see you back here I will arrest you. Are we clear?" His tone was icier than Jessa had ever heard from him.

"Crystal, Hoover." She mock grinned, then followed Morgan back behind the tape.

Jessa watched as she walked to an old pickup and drove off.

"What was that, Winchester?" Hotch whirled on her as soon as the P.I was gone, the others taking it as their cue to get to work.

"What was what? Hotch, she's working the same case we are. And now we know more!"

"The word of some P.I! It's nothing. We don't even know if it's the same killer."

"Then let me follow it up." She said simply, "Find out."

He considered it for a moment before sighing deeply. "Fine. But next time I give you an order I expect it to be followed." Then, he added through gritted teeth, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." She answered quietly, refusing to meet his eye.


As soon as Hotch allowed her to leave the crime scene she tried to track down the P.I. She first tried the cheapest motel in town, and threatened the bored young girl behind the counter until she gave up a room booked under Irene Adler.

Jessa knocked, and discovered the room to be empty, so she picked the lock and went in. She found pretty much what she expected from a Hunter's room: there were newspaper clippings and images tacked to the walls, and an old bag stuffed under the bed which Jessa assumed was full of clothes and weapons.

She spent a while searching for a file, and eventually found it hidden in a cupboard in the small kitchenette. She spread it out on the table as she went through it.

Jessa had to give the other Hunter credit, the file was detailed and organised. Eventually, after almost an hour, she heard the lock click as a key was inserted into it. Jessa didn't flinch when the door was pushed open, nor when she heard the click of a gun at her head.

"How did you get in here?" She asked, pressing the barrel of the pistol against Jessa's head.

Jessa had her back to the door so the P.I couldn't see her face, otherwise she would have recognised her from the crime scene. "All access pass." She tapped her finger on her credentials that were sitting next to her on the table.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessa watched the woman pick them up and read them. "You're the Fed from earlier." She stated, not lowering her gun.

"Does this mean you're going to take your gun from my head?"

Slowly, she lowered the weapon and Jessa stood to face her. "Agent Jessa Winchester." She held out her hand for the P.I to shake, but she just eyed her cautiously. "You got a name?"

"Alex." She handed Jessa a business card that read Alex Moriarty Investigative Services followed by a number.

"Sherlock Holmes? What's your real name?"

"Gibson." She answered distrustfully.

"What are you really doing here, Alex Gibson?"

"I told your lot before."

"No, you told them a lie. Which, by the way, wasn't a good idea. But don't worry, they bought it."

"Who are you really?"

Jessa ran her fingers through her hair, making sure that her charm bracelet was visible to the other Hunter. "Same as you." Alex's eyes grew wider when she realised what Jessa was saying, "So, I'm going to ask you again, and this time I expect the truth: What are you doing here, Alex?"

"I'm guessing this means you know what killed the chick in the park today, huh?"

"Good guess." Jessa gestured to the file, "And you've done some solid research. How long have you been Hunting?"

"Two years. I was a cop before that."

"So you think that this girl is our werewolf?" She picked up an image of a young blonde girl.

"Abigail Sweet, seventeen. Disappeared from her home in Birmingham in September after her little sister was killed. She was thirteen."

"You think that Abigail killed her sister, then took off?"

"She was turned in September, so Kaley was probably her first kill. I was in Birmingham investigating a series of murders, found the 'wolf, killed him, but not before he turned Abby."

"How do you know it isn't another werewolf killing here?"

"Call it intuition." Alex answered, scrolling through her phone and selecting a photo, "And this." The photo was a teenaged girl's room, but blood covered the walls and rug. Jessa studied the photo until she saw what Alex meant: not far from where she presumed the body was, sorry was scrawled in blood on the floorboards.

"There were messages at every crime scene." Jessa pointed out. "Sorry, help me, stop me, and now kill me. She clearly doesn't want to kill."

"Doesn't change the fact that she has, and will keep doing so. Got any gear?"

Jessa lifted the leg of her pants to reveal her knife strapped to her ankle, "Just my silver knife."

"Is that all?"

Jessa nodded, "I'm a Federal Agent. I can't bring a stack of illegal weapons everywhere."

"I haven't got much." She led Jessa to her old pickup and pulled a large tool box from the back. Alex twisted the dial on the padlock until it clicked open. Inside were various weapons—and she was right, there wasn't much.

"How many silver bullets do you have?"

"A couple clips. But I've only got the one gun

Her phone chimed, and she pulled it out to reveal a text from Hotch claiming that another body had been found. "I have to go. Call me if you get anything." Jessa pulled her own card out of her pocket and gave it to Alex.

"Likewise."

Climbing into the Government Issue SUV, she pulled out her phone and dialled Garcia.

"You've reached Penelope Garcia in the FBI's Office of Supreme Genius." The analyst answered.

"I need any information on a murder in Birmingham in September."

"My favourite kind." She sighed, "Gimme what you know."

"Kaley Sweet, fourteen, and the disappearance of her sister, Abigail Sweet, seventeen, the same day."

"Got it. I'll fax it through to the station."

"You're a goddess."

"Honey, tell me something I don't know."

Jessa hung up and headed to the address Hotch gave her.


The body wasn't far from the first, hidden away in the trees behind a public restroom. He was in worse shape than the other bodies, having his limbs ripped completely from his body.

"Clearly there's more rage in this one than the others." Gideon pointed out.

"But the change in victim type doesn't make any sense." Morgan agreed, "With unsubs this violent it's rare that they stray from their target types. I mean, the two vics were both in their late twenties with dark hair, he has a type, so why this victim?"

"What if one of the unsubs was a woman?" Jessa provided.

"What evidence do you have to support that theory?" Hotch asked her.

"I went back and spoke to the P.I. Fourteen-year-old Kaley Sweet was murdered in September in Birmingham, her older sister, Abby went missing the same night. What if the unsub killed Kaley, then kidnapped Abby, and she's the one leaving the messages?"

"There's also no message at this scene." Reid observed.

"Who's the vic?"

"According to his ID, Darrel Griffin." Morgan told her.

"Criminal record?"

"I'll call Garcia."

A few minutes later, he snapped his phone shut and returned to the group. "He's got quite the rap sheet. Just got out of prison for sexual assault."

"So, he tries to hurt Abby and gets killed for it." Jessa supplied as a theory, "Explains the extra rage."

"But it doesn't explain the footprints." A uniform walked up to them.

"Footprints?" Gideon asked him.

"Only one set. We've had the crime scene guys sweep the area a few times. There's definitely only one set."

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessa spied Alex standing at the crime scene tape, but unfortunately Hotch saw her too.

"What is she doing here?" He asked no one in particular.

"I'll deal with it." Jessa told him, walking over to the younger Hunter. "What are you doing here, Alex? I told you I'd call you if I had anything."

She shrugged, "I heard it on the police scanner. I didn't realise the feds were already on it."

"My boss wasn't joking when he said he'd arrest you if he saw you here."

"What do you know?"

"Pervert ripped apart. It seems he tried to attack Abby, there's no note here either."

"That's easy, she's not sorry that she killed him." Alex shot back quickly, "Why should she be?"

"You have to leave. I'll let you know what we get from the scene."

By the time she walked back to the group, Alex had disappeared.

"…Extremely rare. Less than one percent of the population suffers from it." She walked in on the tail end of a spiel from Reid.

"It makes sense. Multiple personalities." Hotch said, "One personality commits the crime, the other feels remorse."

"Also explains the messages." JJ said.

"Are we really thinking that a seventeen-year-old girl could have done this?" Morgan asked—ever the sceptic.

"The different personalities are their own person." Reid told them, "They can have their own age, sex, and/or race that differs from the person. So it is entirely possible that these murders were committed by a seventeen-year-old girl, especially if she's suffering from personal trauma—if we do believe that she killed her sister."

Jessa bit back her response about the extra strength of a werewolf, and paid attention to her phone that had just chimed.

It was a message from Alex: Full moon's tonight, Fed. Get your act together, last chance.


So I said Wednesday or Thursday, and I still have ninety minutes until it's Friday. I did try to post this yesterday, then again earlier today but honestly I have barely slept in the last week and i've also got my courses plus the stress of looking for a new job- I just really haven't been myself. But I am trying.

Anyway, hope you liked.

Xoxo