'Jack
Is A Skewed Believer ...'
By Absolut.
Disclaimer: Profiler and all characters belongs to NBC, Sanders/Moses Productions, Cynthia Saunders, Stephen Kronish ... Not to me. No copyright infringement intended.
Note: I wrote this one some time ago. I initially published it on an SBR site (Enni's one), but figured out I would upload my archives here. So, if you read and want to review, you're very much.
Part I : The first crime
If there was one thing that John really hated, it was to be woken up by the phone in the middle of the night. It was 3:00 am now, and he was driving through the streets of Atlanta, to the address Bailey had given him. The only positive aspect was that Angel had lived with Sam for so long, that she found it natural to see her man leave her bed to go to a crime scene.
Bailey did not give him much details on the phone. He had called from his car. He and Sam were probably already there. John had not heard Sam come back to the safe house. She had had dinner with Bailey, and they had certainly spend the rest of the evening at his place. John could now admit he had been a little in love with Sam at the start. But now that he was with Angel, he was no more jealous of the relationship his two colleagues had developed lately. As a matter of facts, he was rather happy for them.
John arrived at the scene. It was impossible to miss it : three police cars were parked in front of the building, with their flashing lights on. He stopped the engine and stepped out of his car. He went to what seemed to be the officer in charge and showed him his FBI badge.
" Your colleagues are already up there." the man said. "Third floor, apartment number 304, on your left". John went through the imposing entrance and climbed up the stairs. The landing was pretty crowded. Police officers were busy stopping the neighbors who had come out of their flat and were trying to catch the sight. John identified himself and they let him enter the place.
Bailey was in the hall. John immediately saw from his face something was wrong. The head of the VCTF held out his hand to him and before John could catch it, he said : "It's Jack.". At that second, John knew he should not expect to go back to sleep this night. "Where is Sam ?" he asked. "Inspecting the place. This way ...". John followed his boss to what was left of the victim's body.
The show was pretty dirty, even for a man who had worked ten years in the Atlanta police department. From what they could see, the girl was about twenty years old. She was covered with blood. Her face had been stabbed three or four times, and her right breast had been cut off. Each of her ten fingers and ten toes had been cut off too and arranged in a circle at the other end of the room.
" Who was she ?" John asked.
" Carol Johnson." Bailey answered. "That's what is written on her student card. We don't know much about her yet.
- And what makes you think it's Jack ?
- He made sure we know it."
Bailey took the black light neon on one chair and pointed it to the wall over the bed. Jack had painted a giant broken heart there, and in the middle of it where only three letters : SBR ...
The message was clear enough for John to understand it this time. Apparently, Jack had found out about Sam and Bailey and wanted the VCTF to know it. It was a warning much more than a message. Each time Sam had got closer to anybody in the past, Jack had always found a way to get rid of his rival. And now he would go after Bailey.
Sam and Grace were bent over the body and did not say anything. Bailey put the neon back on the chair and went on searching the place for clues. John thought his boss was rather calm for someone having just received a death sentence. He went to the linen cupboard and started moving the piles of pullovers and underwear.
It was 07:00 am when they finally released the place to the local police. The four agents had done their job conscientiously, without talking much. Nobody could have guessed from their conversations that this case was not exactly an ordinary one. Yet, the atmosphere was heavy. Grace and John were avoiding staring at Sam and Bailey. And even Sam never directly addressed to her companion. They were all acting as if the message on the wall was not there, but they all had it in mind.
" OK guys, " Bailey said when they were out of the building, " Everybody in the command center in one hour. Just enough time for breakfast, for those of you who are still hungry after such a scene." They nodded and parted. Sam and Bailey settled in Bailey's private car. John's assumption that they had spent the night together was right.
To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.
Absolut.
By Absolut.
Disclaimer: Profiler and all characters belongs to NBC, Sanders/Moses Productions, Cynthia Saunders, Stephen Kronish ... Not to me. No copyright infringement intended.
Note: I wrote this one some time ago. I initially published it on an SBR site (Enni's one), but figured out I would upload my archives here. So, if you read and want to review, you're very much.
Part I : The first crime
If there was one thing that John really hated, it was to be woken up by the phone in the middle of the night. It was 3:00 am now, and he was driving through the streets of Atlanta, to the address Bailey had given him. The only positive aspect was that Angel had lived with Sam for so long, that she found it natural to see her man leave her bed to go to a crime scene.
Bailey did not give him much details on the phone. He had called from his car. He and Sam were probably already there. John had not heard Sam come back to the safe house. She had had dinner with Bailey, and they had certainly spend the rest of the evening at his place. John could now admit he had been a little in love with Sam at the start. But now that he was with Angel, he was no more jealous of the relationship his two colleagues had developed lately. As a matter of facts, he was rather happy for them.
John arrived at the scene. It was impossible to miss it : three police cars were parked in front of the building, with their flashing lights on. He stopped the engine and stepped out of his car. He went to what seemed to be the officer in charge and showed him his FBI badge.
" Your colleagues are already up there." the man said. "Third floor, apartment number 304, on your left". John went through the imposing entrance and climbed up the stairs. The landing was pretty crowded. Police officers were busy stopping the neighbors who had come out of their flat and were trying to catch the sight. John identified himself and they let him enter the place.
Bailey was in the hall. John immediately saw from his face something was wrong. The head of the VCTF held out his hand to him and before John could catch it, he said : "It's Jack.". At that second, John knew he should not expect to go back to sleep this night. "Where is Sam ?" he asked. "Inspecting the place. This way ...". John followed his boss to what was left of the victim's body.
The show was pretty dirty, even for a man who had worked ten years in the Atlanta police department. From what they could see, the girl was about twenty years old. She was covered with blood. Her face had been stabbed three or four times, and her right breast had been cut off. Each of her ten fingers and ten toes had been cut off too and arranged in a circle at the other end of the room.
" Who was she ?" John asked.
" Carol Johnson." Bailey answered. "That's what is written on her student card. We don't know much about her yet.
- And what makes you think it's Jack ?
- He made sure we know it."
Bailey took the black light neon on one chair and pointed it to the wall over the bed. Jack had painted a giant broken heart there, and in the middle of it where only three letters : SBR ...
The message was clear enough for John to understand it this time. Apparently, Jack had found out about Sam and Bailey and wanted the VCTF to know it. It was a warning much more than a message. Each time Sam had got closer to anybody in the past, Jack had always found a way to get rid of his rival. And now he would go after Bailey.
Sam and Grace were bent over the body and did not say anything. Bailey put the neon back on the chair and went on searching the place for clues. John thought his boss was rather calm for someone having just received a death sentence. He went to the linen cupboard and started moving the piles of pullovers and underwear.
It was 07:00 am when they finally released the place to the local police. The four agents had done their job conscientiously, without talking much. Nobody could have guessed from their conversations that this case was not exactly an ordinary one. Yet, the atmosphere was heavy. Grace and John were avoiding staring at Sam and Bailey. And even Sam never directly addressed to her companion. They were all acting as if the message on the wall was not there, but they all had it in mind.
" OK guys, " Bailey said when they were out of the building, " Everybody in the command center in one hour. Just enough time for breakfast, for those of you who are still hungry after such a scene." They nodded and parted. Sam and Bailey settled in Bailey's private car. John's assumption that they had spent the night together was right.
To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.
Absolut.
