North Mammon- 2:7
Harita's POV
"This is Brooke Chambers. Her father, Peter, a widower, left her home alone for the weekend. Polly Homefeldt and Kelly Seymour were sleeping over Saturday night. At 9:35 PM during the town's pep rally for the high school football team, both Kelly and Polly called home." JJ explained, as she played the clip. We were all gathered at the round table, earlier, JJ said that this was an important case.
"It's me. I know this is last minute, but please don't be angry. Brooke, Kelly and I are going to take off on a road trip for a few days, sort of our last adventure before graduation. We'll be back friday night. Love you. Bye." Polly said.
"Kelly Seymour left this message on her parents' machine 44 seconds later."
"It's me. I know this is last minute, but please don't be angry. Brooke, Polly, and I are going to take off on a road trip for a few days, sort of our last adventure before graduation. We'll be back friday night. Love you, bye." Kelly said.
"Exactly the same. Word for word." Spencer observed.
"Both calls were made from Brooke's cell, which has since been turned off." JJ responded.
"And there's been no activity on their cell phones or atm cards since Saturday." Penelope added.
"It does sound like they were reading from a script." Hotch stated.
"And obviously, since the phone's turned off, I can't use it to locate the girls, but I have an open trap on the number in case it gets turned back on." Garcia announced.
"Okay, guys, guys, not for nothing. I remember my senior year in high school. Isn't it possible these girls just took off on a road trip?" Morgan questioned, clearly not taking this seriously.
"No." JJ sternly said. "Absolutely not. Polly accepted an athletic scholarship to Penn State. I was a high school athlete, just like these girls. I was these girls. They don't smoke, they don't do drugs, they don't drink during the season, and they do not jeopardize a full-ride scholarship by cutting school and missing practice."
"JJ is right. Unlike disgusting boys, us girls actually do work and stick to it. We work hard to get what we want." I added.
"Okay. I hear you. It has been 5 days. There's a chance these girls... there's a chance we may not find them." Morgan said quietly.
"I don't think so." Gideon debunked.
"Why not?" I asked.
"The phone messages. If they were reading from a script, they said, 'I'll see you next Friday', not two days, not two weeks, Friday. Why be that specific?" Spencer explained.
"My guess is we have until Friday to find them." Gideon concluded.
"One day, 19 hours, and 6 minutes." I added.
"So, are we taking this case?" JJ questioned. Hotch and Gideon nodded.
"Wheels up in 30 minutes." Hotch dismissed.
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*CUE INTRO*
(For one of the 'pictures' in the intro, imagine Harita fidgeting with a pen, looking at a map with her left eyebrow raised.)
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"Legendary Basketball Coach John Wooden said, 'It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it.'"- Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau
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"Hi, I'm Sergeant Sykes, Tom, if you want." Sergeant Sykes introduced once we got out of the car.
"Derek Morgan. Agent Gideon, Dr. Reid, Dr. Harita." I shook Sergeant Sykes's hand and nodded.
"Hope we haven't brought you folks out here for nothing." Sergeant Sykes prayed.
"You don't believe the girls are missing?" I asked.
"It's not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know?" Gideon chuckled.
"You'd be surprised to know how many times we hear that." We were outside Brooke's house, where the girls were supposed to be.
"Still, I've been through the house myself and nothing looks out of place at all." Sergeant Sykes claimed.
"Have you gotten a chance to talk to Chambers, the father?" Reid asked.
"Haven't located him yet." Sergeant Sykes professed.
"Is that unusual?"
"Chambers is a lawyer. He's always out of town on business."
"November 3rd. That's tomorrow." Gideon read from a sign that said, 'Go Devils, Win State Champs- Nov. 3rd.'
"State championship football game. North Mammon is finally back in it." Sergeant Sykes proudly said.
"Show us inside." Morgan ordered.
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"Looks like you were right, Sergeant. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. If someone did attack these girls, they chose to comply pretty fast." I observed, after we looked around the house.
"If?" Sergeant Sykes asked.
"There were only two ways to immediately get compliance without the use of force, that's either the threat of force or previously established trust." Spencer explained.
"Whoever it was, it took a lot of planning. Detailed information about the girls. When Brooke's father was gone, when the other parents were out." Morgan stated.
"How do you mean?" Sergeant Sykes questioned.
"He knew they'd have to leave messages. With that script, they couldn't have talked to the parents directly." I emphasized.
"Close family friend or a stalker." Spencer added.
"The folks here look after each other. There's no way an outsider stalked these girls without being noticed." Sergeant Sykes defended.
"We have to assume the people who abducted these girls were members of the community. Would have needed a spot to watch her from. There. Gideon pointed to the empty spot across the road, under a tree.
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We walked across the street, to the spot. It was a nice, breezy, Autumn day. Not too cold, but not too hot. The wind blew my hair, which was tied back into a ponytail, complimenting my red short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and bright red low-cut Converse.
"You can see all the windows from here." Morgan pointed out.
"Someone's spent a lot of time here." Gideon pointed to the ground, where a bunch of cigarettes were littered.
"Damn." Sergeant Sykes muttered.
"Has it rained since Saturday night?" Spencer asked.
"No." Sergeant Sykes shook his head. Spencer left to tell Garcia.
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Sergeant Sykes later got a call that they found Brooke's car empty in a random parking lot.
"It's covered in dust. It must've been here for quite a while." Spencer inspected.
"So much for the spontaneous road trip." Morgan mumbled.
"Hey guys, it's from the football team." I held up a baseball cap. "It says K. E. on the brim."
"Could be Kip Engler." Sergeant Sykes suggested.
"Who?" I asked.
"Ah, he's the quarterback. He and Brooke were an item." Sergeant Sykes responded. I gagged.
"Ugh, young love. Always so complicated and disgusting." I muttered.
"Says the one with a mysterious girlfriend." Morgan snapped back.
"Do you think he had something to do with this?" Sergeant Sykes asked.
"Was he at the pep rally saturday night?" Gideon asked.
"Yeah, he was the star of it."
"Then no. But I think we know the kind of person we're looking for."
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"Brooke, Kelly and Polly have been missing for 5 days. Usually in cases like this we wouldn't expect to find them alive." Hotch started. We were back at the station, giving the profile.
"However, in this case, we don't believe that to be true. The person responsible spent considerable time and energy planning the abduction." Morgan adjoined.
"He did not do all this work to simply kill the girls once he had them. Otherwise, he would've done it at the Chamber's house. He certainly seemed to know he had the time." I profiled.
"And he had Kelly and Polly reference Friday in the messages they left for their parents." Spencer added.
"We think the unsub has something planned for the night of your championship game." Morgan stated.
"We are certain the unsub is someone from this community." Gideon confirmed.
"How do you know that?" A voice asked. I turned around and saw that it was Mr. Chambers.
"Because, Mr. Chambers, he didn't have your daughter leave you a phone message or a note, did he?"
"Not that I know of."
"Because he knew you'd be out of town for a while. Just like he knew the dump site for the car would eventually be found. Everything points to him giving himself time."
"Time for what?" Mr. Chambers questioned.
"We don't know yet, sir."
"Well, what's been done about it?"
"Sir, I'm with the FBI. We're going to need some information." JJ said.
"Wait a minute. If someone from this town's taken my Brooke, I wanna know what's being done about it."
"Yes, I know, sir. If you'd just come with me. I will explain everything. All right?" JJ insisted, as Mr. Chambers nodded. "Thank you." JJ and him left for another room.
"Predatory abductors like this unsub are intelligent, patient and cautious. They like to watch everything: the victims, the families, the police. He's surely watching us now and may even attempt to inject himself into our investigation." Spencer warned.
"We also know that predatory abductors prepare a nest, prior to the abduction. A remote cabin, an underground bunker, a secret secure place that only he has access to. Designed to confine and conceal his prey once his hunting is done." Gideon said.
"Should we be looking for this nest?" An officer asked.
"Thing is, you'd never find it." I replied.
"For his nest, predatory abductor John Jemelske built a sophisticated dungeon complex under a suburban syracuse home, where he documented every detail of the torture he carried out upon the victims he kept there for 3 years. The man who kidnapped these girls has a relationship or a job that permitted him to get close enough to watch them. We must focus on those people who had access." Reid recalled.
"A family member, a teacher, a next door neighbor, it sounds cliché but often it is the person you least suspect." Hotch profiled. Reid's phone rang, and he stepped off to take it.
"One more thing to remember. We're looking for someone who was not at the pep rally. Ask the community, I'm sure somebody videotaped it." Gideon finished. "You can go through the tapes, start eliminating townspeople."
"I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Chambers just took off." JJ said, once she entered the room.
"Where did he go?" Gideon asked.
"I don't know."
"That was Garcia. She just ran the cigarette butts through CODIS and got a name: Donald Haas." Spencer announced.
"Don Haas is the girls soccer coach." Sergeant Sykes stated.
"Was Coach Haas at the pep rally? Gideon asked.
"I don't remember seeing him there, no."
"Where would Coach Haas be right now?"
"At the soccer field."
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We brought back Coach Haas and Mr. Chambers, after finding them wrestling each other. Hotch went to interview Mr. Chambers, and Gideon went to interview Coach Haas. Morgan and Sergeant Sykes went to a motel, where they someone supposedly found Polly, Brooke, and Kelly's clothes discarded in the garbage bin.
"Chambers represented Haas in a minor sex offense case six years ago, had the record expunged." Hotch announced, after interrogating Mr. Chambers.
"What kind of sex offense?" Sergeant Sykes asked.
"An underage prostitute."
"Sounds like the right kind of crime?"
"Could be."
"Well, Haas swears he didn't put the cigarette butts there." Gideon added.
"Does it strike anyone else as grossly inconsistent that an unsub this sophisticated and methodical would leave an obvious pile of his DNA at the crime scene?" Spencer stated.
"I gotta agree with Spencer. He does have a point." I said as JJ entered the room.
"Don Haas was at the pep rally. I saw him in two different video tapes."
"I guess I must've missed him." Sergeant Sykes muttered.
"All three of the victims' soccer jerseys were found behind the motel Peter Chambers has been staying at for the last week." Morgan announced. Hotch left the room to go back and talk to Chambers.
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3rd POV
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"These men are innocent." Gideon concluded. Hotch, Gidoen, JJ, and Sergeant Sykes were all gathered in a room. Hotch told the others that Chambers has met this so-called 'friend' once a month at the motel, which he got cleared for.
"You're sure?" Sergeant Sykes asked.
"Unsub planted evidence to implicate them. Forensic countermeasures." Hotch replied.
"So, we've got no suspects, no reliable evidence, we've got nothing." Sergeant Sykes clarified.
"We have the behavior. The fact of the countermeasures." Gideon corrected.
"He tried to implicate Haas and Chambers. That would mean Haas and Chambers had significance to him, right?" JJ looked at Hotch, who nodded.
"Who he's implicated may be as important as who he's abducted." Hotch added.
"He's been watching them all for a long time. Seething." GIdoen muttered.
"We need to bring the parents and the people he implicated in. They, along with the girls, are his targets, and it may be the key to finding him before it's too late." Hotch ordered.
"He's ahead of us. Has been all along. I got a bad feeling about this one." Gideon said to Hotch, once everyone left the room.
"Me, too."
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Harita's POV
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"This unsub, or unknown subject, is someone you know. He's someone from your past, and he's someone who thinks that you have wronged him. We'd like for you to think about who might fit that description." Hotch said to the parents.
"Don't you think if we knew who we did this or why we would've told you?" Mr. Seymour, Kelly's dad asked.
"Please, let him talk, Gill." Brooke's mom pleaded.
"Oh, I'm going to take advice from somebody on mental medication?" Gill argued.
"What?" Brooke's mom gasped.
"Everyone knows, Judy." Gill's wife said.
"Could we just stay focused, please?" I said, trying to get the adults back on track. "The person who took your daughters, he framed Peter Chambers and Don Haas for a reason. This is an attack on you."
"I have made mistakes in my life, but why take it out on Brooke?" Mr. Chambers asked.
"You know, it's one thing for Brooke to pay for your mistakes, but if my daughter has to pay for them, too." Mr. Seymour muttered.
"Mr. Seymour, that's not helping." Gideon muttered.
"That's not fair, Gill." Mr. Haas said.
"Fair? You shut the hell up, you're nothing but a pervert. You will never get near the children of this town again." Mr. Seymour started to yell, but Morgan cut him off.
"We need to keep this as civil as possible."
"Gill, are you even listening? It wasn't Don. He had nothing to do with it." Mr. Chambers argued.
"You knew he was a deviant, you didn't tell us. You let him coach our girls." Mr. Seymour snapped back.
"His arrest was a misunderstanding, okay?"
"We talked to the hotel manager, Peter. We know about you. Maybe this is god's punishment." Mrs. Seymour said. I groaned. I hate when someone brings up religion to try and 'straighten' someone's sexuality.
"Oh, punishment. Okay. At least I didn't spend the week my daughter was missing focusing on my son and the damn football game!" Mr. Chambers yelled.
"No, we know what you spent the week doing."
"I blame myself for ever letting Kelly be friends with Brooke and Polly to begin with. Low breeding always shows through." Mrs. Seymour muttered, clearly targeting Mrs. Chambers. Okay, now I'm hating the Seymours even more.
"Low breeding?" Mrs. Chambers questioned.
"They're bad seeds. They always have been."
"Don't talk about my daughter like that, all right?" Mrs. Chambers exclaimed.
"That's enough!" JJ yelled. "What is the matter with you people? This is exactly what he wants. He is attacking all of you. He is turning all of you against each other, and you're just letting him do it. Your daughters are best friends, and you all have known each other most of your lives as friends. Don't let this man beat you this way."
"What do you want us to do?" Mr. Seymour asked.
"Listen to these agents, all right? They came here to help. Let them do that." JJ ordered.
"We're going to split you up, go over your histories, and see if there's a name from your past in common. Probably won't be a casual acquaintance. He knows your secrets. Don't just think people you've knowingly wronged. Maybe something you're not even aware of, or you may have forgotten-" Gideon got cut off by an officer.
"Agent Gideon. It's Penelope Garcia from Quantico. She says it's urgent."
"Put her on speaker." Gideon ordered. "Go ahead Garcia."
"Brooke Chamber's phone just switched back on." Garcia announced.
"Tell me you got a trace." Morgan pleaded.
"And a location. Downtown North Mammon, within 100 meters of the intersection of main and first."
"That's right outside." We ran outside and tried to find where the girls were. Gideon turned and pointed to the side of the road.
"Morgan, Harita. Keep the parents back, there are only two of them." Hotch ordered as we nodded. We went back to the parents, and tried to get them back inside the station, but they persisted, so we had to push them back in, as much as I enjoyed, it had to be done.
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Hotch, Morgan, and JJ went to talk to Polly, while Gidoen, Reid, and I went to talk to Brooke.
"Whatever happened, you're a very brave woman. Not many people can face what you did and make it out the other side." Gideon said.
"It wasn't Polly's fault. She didn't do anything." Brooke muttered. "We were so hungry, so thirsty, so cold." Polly started crying. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed it back. "He wanted us to do it."
"You killed her." Gideon said.
"I didn't have any choice. They had already decided to... but it wasn't Polly's fault. It was him. He said we had to choose."
"Who was he, Brooke? Who made you choose?" I asked.
"I never saw him." Brooke admitted.
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"That's Marcus Younger." Sergeant Sykes said. Morgan handed him a photo of the old football team, asking him who that guy was that Polly identified as the kidnapper.
"Polly just ID'd him."
"He was the star of our team. Blew his knee out in the first quarter of the championship. Lost his full-ride scholarship to Notre Dame."
"Do you know where he lives?" I asked. Sergeant Sykes nodded.
"Come on." Gideon ordered.
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"Clear!" There was nothing in the house. No one.
"Guys. There's a storm cellar outside." Morgan announced, as we headed towards there. The cops opened it up, and Morgan went in first, followed by me, Gideon, and the rest of the cops. There was a small door to the side. I looked over at Morgan, who nodded. I kicked the door, and pointed my gun at the figure all the way in the back. He was sitting down, knees against his chest.
"Don't move!" I yelled at him, as I crawled in. Morgan shouted to Gideon that we got him.
"Marcus Younger? FBI." I announced, Morgan was right behind me. Kelly Seymour was laying dead, right in front of him, blood seeping from her head onto the concrete ground.
"I never touched her." Marcus defended.
"Put your hands where I can see them." Morgan grumbled, but Marcus complied.
"I never hurt them."
"Get up, Marcus." I ordered. Gideon and Sergeant Sykes came in. Gideon crouched down near Kelly to see if there was a pulse, but there obviously wasn't one.
"I never even came into the room, Jeff. They did this. Brooke and Polly. All I did was show them who they really are, what they were truly capable of. People pretending to be decent. When it came down to it, they, uh... they reacted just the way I knew they would. They turned on each other. Just like when I got hurt. You all couldn't wait to run over me, to take my position, to take my life.. and to forget all about me." Marcus confused.
"Marcus, I'm not going to ask you again. Get up." Morgan ordered. Marcus did as told, and Morgan handcuffed as aggressively as he could, as he should.
"You don't know what it's like, Jeff. You all have lives, and I just cleaned up after you. Now, you have to clean up after me."
"You get him out of here." Gidoen ordered Morgan, who nodded and shoved Marcus out of the cellar.
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"'The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is given to transcend himself is to create or destroy, to love or to hate,' Erich Fromm said."- Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau
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We were back on the jet, and I gotta say, Morgan fashion was on fleek.
"Morgs, your legs look great in those jeans." I said to him as he sat down on the chair in front of me.
"You should see me without them." Morgan flirted. Me being the stupid person I am, didn't get what he meant.
"Why would you take off your legs?" I asked. Morgan sighed and shook his head.
"You idiot, I meant my pants."
"Ohh! Eww no. Your legs are probabaly hairy as fuck. I'm good thank you."
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