The Big Game [Part 1]- 2:14
Harita's POV
"This is a club, not a library!" Emily yelled as she snacthed my book out of my hands, and replaced it with a drink.
"You know clubs aren't my thing. What is this anyway, I don't drink alcohol?" I asked.
"You need to cheer up. It's sprite." Emily handed the other glasses filled with alcohol to Haley and Hotch. We all raised our glasses and clinked them.
"Cheers!" I took a sip of my fizzy Sprite, refreshed by it's cooling flavor. I was sitting at a table with Hotch, Haley, Emily, and Penelope. She was staring at Morgan, dancing with every other lady in the bar. JJ was playing darts with some men, and Reid was geeking out about some Sci-Fi show with random people. Unfortunately for me, I was dragged out of bed just to be here. Saline couldn't come, cause she was with some other celebrities in LA, or something like that. I mean, it is Super Bowl weekend.
"How are they treating you at the BAU, Emily?" Haley asked.
"She means, am I being nice to you?" Hotch corrected.
"Actually, everyone has been incredibly nice." Emily replied.
"Look at him move. It's like a cat." Pennelope sighed.
"More like a dog!" Emily shouts, making us all laugh. Pennelope turned around and glared at Em.
"He did not ask them to dance. They asked him."
"Ok, ok, he's a cat." Emily gave in. I scoffed.
"An alley cat."
"Come on, Haley, let's go show them how it's done." Hotch led Haley to the dance floor, showing off their moves. Emily and I laughed at Morgan stumbling after seeing Haley and Hotch near him and his 'pack'.
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"You know, it never fails. Just as I'm getting my groove thing going, bam. We're back at the BAU." Morgan complained, as I quickly covered my eyes after seeing Morgan do a little move.
"I'm too young to have my eyes scorched out!" I peeped, covering my eyes with both hands. Emily laughed and patted my back, handing me a cup of coffee.
"You know, statistically a case doesn't come in with any more frequency if you're at a party or a gathering and if you aren't. It's a trick of the mind. We merely remember the ones that came in that way more." Reid stated.
"Besides, is it really that hard for you to get your groove 'thang' going again?" Emily sassed.
"Only when he's sleeping." Gideon answered as he walked in.
"Where were you tonight?" Hotch asked, disappointed that Gideon didn't show up to the bar.
"I told you, I went to the Smithsonian." Gideon replied.
"You missed a good time."
"I had a good time."
"Well, that's definitely over." JJ projected a picture of a family on the TV. "Georgia. The Kyles, Dennis and Lacy were murdered an hour ago in their suburban Atlanta home."
"An hour ago?" I asked, shocked at how fast that was reported.
"Police were on scene unusually fast." JJ said.
"You wanna know what else is fast? Morgan." I smirked, but then Morgan slapped me. "Hey!"
"How come they came so quickly?" Hotch questioned.
"One of the unsubs called them and told them that the other was about to murder the victims." JJ recited.
"You're kidding." Morgan mumbled.
"From inside the house. According to the dispatcher, the first male sounded terrified and begged them to get there before the other, who they both identified as Raphael, was about to kill the sinners that lived there." JJ explained.
"Sinners?" Emily asked.
"The 911 Center is going to send Garcia a copy of the tape."
"How fast did it take for the police to arrive?" I asked.
"4 minutes, 26 seconds. During which time, Raphael managed to do this." JJ projected pictures of the crime scene on the board. The victims were spilling blood all over the place, staining the white carpet.
"In 4 1/2 minutes?!" Emily exclaimed.
"Mr. Kyle is a dot com millionaire. His company is one of the largest employers in the community. There's gonna be media coverage. Also, when they arrived, the police found this displayed prominently on the bed." A picture of a book, with highlighted text was shown.
"Revelations chapter 6, verse 8." Hotch informed.
"They're killing sinners. These guys are on a mission." Morgan profiled.
"And mission-based killers will not stop killing." Spencer added.
"'And I looked in behold a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was death. And hell followed with him.'" Hotch read.
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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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"Condemned murderer Perry Smith said of his victims, 'the Clutter family, I didn't have anything against them, and they never did anything wrong to me, the way other people have all my life. Maybe they're just the ones who have to pay for it.'"- SSA Jason Gideon
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"This is a bad one, isn't it?" Emly asked, as we were flying to Georgia. I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers. I had a feeling something would go wrong.
"Unsubs with a cause are never good." Morgan explained.
"Pets, I just got the 911 call from the Georgia State Police. Just have a listen" Garcia said over the computer:
Dispatcher: 911, what's your emergency?
Unsub 1: I'm at 1527 Chestnut Drive.
Dispatcher: I know where you're calling from. What's the emergency?
Unsub 1: He thinks they're too greedy. They have too much.
Dispatcher: Too much what?
Unsub 1: Stuff, you know, possessions. Things they don't need. Hurry!
Dispatcher: You're calling because these people have too much stuff?
Unsub 1: No, I'm calling because Raphael-
Unsub 2: That's enough. I know why he's calling, because Raphael is going to kill the sinners that live here.
Dispatcher: I'm sorry, did you say someone is killing somebody?
"Well, unsub one definitely sounds frightened. Maybe he's doing this against his will." Emily suggested.
"I doubt it. He whispered." Gideon debunked.
"He could have called out to save them instead of calling 911." Hotch projected.
"Not if he had a gun to his head." Morgan pointed out.
"If he had a gun to his head, why would he have dialed 911?" Gidoen asked.
"The second unsub said Raphael was going to kill someone. Is there a third?" JJ asked.
"Referring to oneself in the third person is not uncommon for an unsub. Ted Bundy gave thoroughly detailed accounts of his murders, but he never actually admitted to doing it. He would just say, 'the killer'." Spencer informed.
"Ok, so I'm gonna go ahead and search the name Raphael through the Georgia Criminal Databases as well as our own." Garica announced.
"Thanks, Garcia." Hotch replied.
"Ever so welcome, my liege."
"We have a killing team on a mission in rural Georgia. We know what that means."
"They're not gonna stop until the mission's complete." Morgan finished.
"We need to hit the ground running. JJ, We need an inside picture of the victims. Victimology can be critically important in a mission-based spree." Hotch ordered.
"Already on it."
"Prentiss and Harita, go where the bodies are. Examine the wounds. They managed to kill 2 victims in 4 1/2 minutes." Emily and I nodded. "We need to know how. I'm gonna set up at the Atlanta field office and go over case files from the state. It would be highly unusual for a first kill to be this efficient."
"Reid, you and Morgan, come with me to the crime scene." Gideon said.
"We land in less than an hour. Everybody try to get some rest." Hotch dismissed everyone, and they all went back to their original seats. I pulled my blanket closer to my chin and cuddled into Emily's side, lying my head on her shoulder.
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"They're all long, deep gashes. Each victim has virtually the same wounds, both throats cut, a vertical gash up one arm from wrist to elbow, and a vertical gash down one leg from crotch to upper thigh." The ME explained.
"Major arteries." Emily pointed out.
"It's damned efficient."
"How much knowledge of anatomy would someone need to do this?" I queeried.
"Anyone with a basic understanding of the body knows where these arteries are." The ME answered.
"And do you have any idea which one of these wounds was delivered first?" Em asked.
"Um, there was active blood flow from each of the wounds, so they're probably all delivered at about the same time. With any of these wounds, the victim would bleed out quickly, almost like an animal at slaughter. No. Exactly like an animal at slaughter. A deer or a lamb or a cow, something like that. You cut the throat first, then sometimes open up other major arteries to assist in draining the carcass."
"So, maybe a hunter?" I suggested, as Emily wrote this down.
"Or a farmer. Pretty much anyone in rural Georgia."
"Oh."
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Cameras. Aren't they the best thing. Especially if they were planted in the victim's house, capturing the murder of them, and then the video gets leaked on the internet, with hundreds of millions of views and downloads. That and Coco Puffs, which was what I was eating at the time we were watching the videos. You can't blame me, it was 4 in the morning, and I was craving Coco Puffs.
"That sounds like unsub number one." Emily observed.
"And he referred to being Raphael?" Hotch questioned.
"Or god." Gideon suggested.
"It's not God. It's someone sitting right there next to him telling this guy what to say." Morgan debunked. I played the video.
"'As lord god spoke in leviticus'- "
"That's a new voice." I pointed out.
"A third unsub?" Emily questioned.
"Could just be recorded from a religious program or sermon." Morgan stated. These images were shot from the exact spot on the dresser where that computer sat."
"So, if this video came from that computer's camera, then what? Did the unsubs bring it with them?" Hotch queeried.
"As far as we can tell, this computer belonged to the Kyles. Garcia can do a better analysis, but it has their banking statements, vacation photos." Reid said, after inspecting the computers.
"One comes into the room and immediately goes after Mr. Kyle. What, did the other unsub turn the camera on?" Hotch asked.
"We might be asking the wrong questions. This video, this message, it's important. Clearly they want the world to see this. They need it. But they didn't bring a camera with them." Gideon concluded. Suddenly, Spencer stood up, and looked around, in shock.
"Agent Franks? Does this building have wireless internet?" Spencer whispered.
"Yeah. Why?"
"That camera's on right now." Spencer said, pointing to the laptop in front of him. "The computer connected itself to the internet. It's streaming a video feed somewhere."
"Can we trace this stream to the destination?" Hotch asked.
"Keep it open, Garcia might be able-" There was a beeping coming from the computer. We all looked at the screen to see the words 'The armies of Satan shall not prevail' flash, and then the computer turned off.
"So they're controlling it remotely?" I questioned.
"Is that even possible?" Emily asked.
"Yeah, you can totally access someone's computer remotely. It's actually done a lot today. When a mortal calls for tech support, instead of giving you instructions, the tech can work on your computer from wherever she is." Garica answered over the phone, which Morgan dialed not too long ago.
"And they maintain the access even after the work is done?" Hotch implored.
"They're not supposed to, but I suppose you could install a trojan horse during a service."
"Something left in the computer to be turned on later. Same way that websites get pop-up ads onto your computer." Spencer described.
"Garcia, can you check the Kyles' phone records and see if they called for tech support in the last 6 months?" Hotch demanded.
"Alright-o. Oh, and if you get me the Kyles' laptop, I can search the drive for anything implanted there."
"As fast as we can."
"By the way, this video, it's gone crazy viral."
"What does that mean?" Gideon asked.
"That means it's the most downloaded video on the entire internet, worldwide. And judging by the responses embedded in the files, people seem to think it's pretty cool."
"Call us if you find anything on the Kyles' computer." Hotch ordered.
"Yep."
"Murder as entertainment." Gideon questioned.
"They probably don't even realize it's real. People see so many images online every day, they might assume it's marketing for a horror film or something." JJ explained.
"The unsubs are right about one thing, the world is pretty screwed up." Morgan mumbled.
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"So what have we got so far?" Hotch asked.
"Well, the killings are clinically efficient. They had the earmarks of a slaughter, as in an animal." I reported, writing the things Emily wrote down earlier on the whiteboard.
"Haven't been able to find anything in federal or state databases that suggest similar crimes. As far as I can tell, it's the first in a series." Hotch informed.
"At least one member of the team may believe he's killing in the name of god, suggesting a psychopathy that should display extreme levels of disorganization. Yet there are forensic countermeasures and somebody in control enough to do complicated computer work." Reid took a sip of his coffee. "One member of the team's organized, the other's extremely disorganized. But what's strange is that the one that we would consider as being most in control, the one that made the phone call, can't seem to stop the other one from killing. Usually the frenzied personality takes direction from the cooler head."
"All right, so let's look at that." Morgan suggested. "Unsub 1 called the police before the killing, but he didn't leave time for him to get there. Is the phone call just a guy working on a defense in case of capture? I mean, maybe he didn't want to stop the other, but he did whatever he had to do to cover himself."
"So... what do we have so far?" Gideon asked. No one answered. "Not enough."
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There was another call for a murder, so all of us went to the scene, except for Reid and JJ, who got a lead. Three months ago, there was a break in at a house, but by the time the police got there, the prowler escaped. JJ and Reid went to go and talk to the witness, Tobias Hankel.
"Detective." Hotch announced once we entered the house.
"Well, he called again. This time it was different. Only one of them spoke." The Detective said.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Pretty sure it was raphael. I wrote down what he said, and I got a recording being brought out here. Took almost 11 minutes to respond. We only had but the one unit close."
"Could the unsub know that?" Morgan questioned.
"Lack of police presence out here has gotten some local media attention recently. The 911 call wasn't the only thing that was different. This particular scene is weird in another way. The male victim, upstairs... throat cut."
"Why is that weird?" Emily asked.
"He doesn't live here. He's a local handyman."
"Who lives here?" Morgan questioned.
"The Douglases. I just talked to Mr. Douglas a little while ago. He's on his way back from a business meeting down state. And according to him, he wasn't having any handy work done on the house. And his wife was supposed to be home."
"But she's not?" Hotch queeried.
"She seems to be missing. But her car is here. Keys, wallet, purse. I got a description out on the field." Morgan, Emily, and I headed upstairs. Blood was everywhere on the bed. The three of us bent down to examine the male victim.
"Don't look now, but we're on candid camera." Morgan warned.
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"There's a laptop set up on the dresser upstairs." Emily announced to Hotch and Gideon, as we walked downstairs after finishing checking out the scene.
"With a pretty good view of the room." I added.
"Garcia's trying to trace the camera's feed back to its destination." Morgan informed.
"So let's work this out. What does the new behavior tell us?" Hotch asked as we headed outside.
"That there was only one unsub this time? Uh, Raphael? Alone?" Emily started.
"Unless he is not psychotic. Someone was here who could control himself, making sure no evidence was left behind. He wouldn't be capable of operating this efficiently." I explained.
"At the first crime, Unsub 1 called the police, right? This time it was Raphael. Why? It's like the phone call is necessary. It's part of the signature." Morgan concluded.
"Have we ever seen this in case history?" Hotch questioned.
"If you're asking about a mixture of extreme psychosis in a controlled individual? Then no." I answered.
"One of the most common indicators of extreme psychosis is solitude. They don't exactly play well with others." Morgan added.
"Was Garcia able to find anything on a Raphael in the records?" Gideon questioned.
"Not yet." Morgan responded.
"So why is he naming himself? Twice? Certainly not worried about us getting that name." Gideon mumbled. "In fact, he wants us to know it."
"An alias?" Emily queeried.
"Or Raphael doesn't actually exist."
"So we're not looking for a team?" I asked.
"Raphael's the name of one of the archangels."
"Meaning?"
"We may have one unsub, suffering from a delusion that he's actually an archangel. Maybe that first phone call was not 2 people, but one."
"What about the third voice?" Emily asked.
"That I don't know about yet." Gideon muttered.
"If Mrs. Douglas is Jezebel, there is an especially unpleasant death in her future." Hotch said, looking to the side.
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"Garcia's running voice analysis on the first 911 call to see if there are actually 2 voices. She's also going to peel the third voice off the videotape and see if that gets anything." Morgan notified us once we got inside the station.
"We should have a copy of that latest call brought over here within the hour." Agent Franks said.
"Thanks."
"Hotchner. Your tip from Quantico is on the phone." A detective announced. We walked over the phone and Hotch answered the call.
"Jeez, don't you people answer your cell phones anymore?" Garcia complained.
"We were driving back to Atlanta through the countryside. Spotty cell signal." Hotch excused.
"If you think that first video went viral fast, the second one's going through the stratosphere." Garcia informed.
"Second video?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's a new video from our psycho. I'm downloading it myself right now. Some of these upload sites get more than a million hits a day."
"Get it on the monitor here as soon as you can." Hotch ordered.
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As if the first video wasn't horrible enough, the second one was worse. Mrs. Douglases was chained, and you could hear dogs barking very loudly.
"Jezebel's death." Hotch mumbled.
"Wait, I'm confused. What do the dogs have to do with this? I'm not Christian, so the bible is a no-no for me." I asked.
"Jezebel got murdered due to getting bitten by dogs." Hotch answered. My jaw dropped.
"You can turn it off." Hotch ordered.
"Oh, wait. Those 3 dogs attacked someone a couple of months ago. I would have had them impounded, but the victim knew the owner. A neighbor. He didn't want to press charges." The detective announced.
"You sure?" Morgan asked.
"As God is my witness. 3 mangy mixes. I knew those dogs looked sick. I called animal control, I don't know if they ever followed up on it."
"You have the owner's name?" Hotch asked.
"Hankle." That name sounded familiar.
"Hankle?"
"Tobias Hankle." Shit.
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