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Not Like This

Chapter Five: We Need to Talk

"That was Hotch." Rossi informed the team. "The doctor told him that the placenta was scrapped out of the victim's uterus. Every last bit of it..."

Jamie visibly cringed at the information.

"Well, placenta does carry special significance in many cultures. In ancient Egypt, it had its own hieroglyph and the Ibo tribe in Nigeria considered it to be the child's dead twin." Spencer mentioned, fully confident in his facts.

"You're the only person I know who would know that off the top of their head." Jamie commented.

"And it would be helpful if this unsub was an ancient Egyptian or an Ibo tribeswoman…" JJ threw out. The light snark threw Jamie off. Sure, she had known the woman for about a day and a half, but she didn't expect that from her.

Jamie gave JJ a mini grin, then watching as Rossi was studying Spencer. "I think we can all hear the high-pitched whine from your I.Q. all the way over here."

Jamie and JJ laughed, looking towards Spencer for an explanation. The guy was clearly in deep thought, probably going over the mountains of information he had crammed in his brain.

"What is it, Spencer?" Jamie asked, her tone more serious now.

"It could be placentophagy."

"Oh, ew…" Jamie whined out loud, crossing her arms over herself in discomfort.

"I think you're going to have to explain to us folks who didn't attend CalTech." Rossi half joked.

"Consuming it..." Spencer started to explain. "In the wild, it's very common for animals to eat their own after birth."

"And it's insanely rich in nutrients." Jamie added, earning a confirming nod from Spencer.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait, so you're saying that the unsub might have harvested this last victim…for food?" Rossi questioned. He looked to both Spencer and Jamie who exchanged knowing looks. They both turned back to Rossi, nodding their heads as confirmation to his question.

As they were going on discussing the possibility, Hotch and the rest of the team walked in.

"Do you all have something?" he questioned, a knowing expression on his face.

"It's about food." Rossi answered. "Herbal sedatives, gruel, and now the placenta."

"And Garcia checked, there's nobody in La Grande who is buying the sawdust that the M.E. found." Prentiss added.

"We still need to figure out the unsub was able to drug these men." Morgan pushed.

"The southeast intersect doesn't get us much. The laundromat and the video rental store." Spencer pointed out standing by the map.

"And the other intersect is the supermarket, but we already know that none of the employees recognized Hicks." Jamie added. "He never even shopped there."

Hotch took out his phone, briskly dialing Garcia.

"Yes, sir?" she answered the call.

"Garcia, what day of the week were each of the victims abducted?"

"Give me a second…okay. Gary Ellard on a Monday, Barry Deaver on a Saturday, Terry Rodgers and Paul Hicks both on a Thursday."

"Is there anything that's special within the vicinity of the market on Thursdays?"

"Uh…wow, have you done this before, Hotch?" Garcia joked. "Yes. There's a farmer's market across the street from the supermarket every Thursday morning."

"And where is it today?"

"Pendleton, about forty miles North on I84."

"I'm sending Prentiss and Carter." Hotch informed.

Jamie's eyes widened, her eyebrows narrowed as she was taken aback. Her boss was sending her out into the field, maybe because this was her first case, or maybe because he knew she was capable-more than capable.

"Um, are you sure?" Jamie asked, hesitant.

"Carter, let's go." Prentiss instructed, motioning for the door.

Jamie complied, following Prentiss' footsteps.


The farmer's market was plenty busy. There were civilians everywhere, out and about, doing their normal activities. When Prentiss and Jamie arrived, they split up for a few minutes, scoping out the area, the people, watching for any suspicious activity. They met back up in the middle of one of the streets, surrounded by tents with product and people who were buying or selling.

"A lot of people work this market. I highly doubt that everybody knows everybody." Prentiss commented as she stood back next to Jamie.

The newest agent nodded in agreement, her black sunglasses covering her narrowing, green eyes. "I want to get a list of all the vendors and get Garcia on it, anyway."

"You can see how it could happen, though."

Jamie knew immediately what Prentiss was referring to. She turned her body the other way, sending her sights down the opposite directions. "Absolutely. Rodgers bought his groceries, went back to his car, grabbed some kind of power drink on his way home…"

"He drank it and then threw it away. The melatonin was in his system with no evidence of where it came from."

"You think the unsub is here now?" Jamie asked, discreetly looking around.

"Maybe…"

"I say we go get that list of vendors and head back."

Nodding in agreement, Prentiss and Jamie walked off, leaving a possible victim pool behind them.


Back in the precinct with the rest of the team, everybody was gathered around the conference table.

"The Sheriff said that whoever performed that C-section might have done one before." Hotch voiced, pacing a little as he did.

"If they have, they don't have any proof that its happened before." JJ commented.

"Nothing has happened this like in La Grande, ever." the Sheriff spoke from the door frame.

'We can keep looking, expand the search radius to other nearby towns-" Morgan suggested, interrupted by JJ.

"What about a farm?" she asked. "My grandparents had a farm in Pennsylvania. Once, my grandmother had to deliver a calf by C-section to a cow that was in distress."

Hotch's phone rang, it was Penelope, of course. "Go ahead, Garcia."

"Emma Kerrigan." the analyst stated. "She runs a small juice and vegetable stand at the farmer's market and she works part-time giving out free samples at the health food co-op. I'm sending you all her picture right now."

"That sounds like the unsub." Prentiss commented.

"Where does she lives, Garcia?"

"Piping Rock Farms, just west of town. It's like a hundred acres, belonged to her husband's family."

"Wait, she has a husband?" Morgan questioned.

"Uh, more like had. He died in a car accident a year and a half ago." Garcia explained. "He left her with their ten-year-old daughter."

"Thanks, Garcia." Hotch hung up his phone, shoving it back into his pocket. "Let's go."


It was a thrill. The SUV was speeding down the interstate, headed for the unsub. Jamie didn't want to sit still. It felt like they were moving faster, faster, and faster. Her senses were overcome with the feeling of euphoria.

"Here's more information on Emma Kerrigan." Garcia's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Kerrigan had made thirty E.R. visits within the past six months." Prentiss informed the car.

"Yep, big time hypochondriac. One coworker says that she didn't eat anything unless she grew it herself. To be fair here, she did actually have a skin disease a couple of years ago, Scleroderma."

"Garcia, did any of the visits to the E.R. coincide with the death of her husband?' Hotch asked.

"No. She was already sick with the Scleroderma when he died. It cleared up a few months later and the E.R. visits didn't start until the following year."

"That could easily be a trigger." Jamie suggested.

Hotch turned off the sirens, keeping the bright flashing blue and red lights on as they approached the property. The dust from the road kicked up, making the air around them foggy as they pulled onto the driveway. The whole team, from two different SUV's all exited in sync. With their guns in hand, they all started jogging to the residence.

Three members of the team, along with the Sheriff entered the house. That left the other four, including Jamie, to inspect the surrounding areas. They quietly made their way over to the large barn, slipping inside. Pulling out their flashlights, the began to observe everything in sight.

A large tarp caught Jamie's eye. She walked over to it, shining her light over it for a brief moment. Then, she pulled the blue tarp down, revealing a bloody wood chipper. Her eyes went wide with shock, but revulsion filled her just as swiftly. "JJ, I think you were right about the…human fertilizer…"

As they were still looking at the machine, the rest of the team came along. Prentiss, Morgan and Hotch all saw the chipper. Hotch motioned his head to the door, instructing his team to go along. They entered another barn. There were chains on the poles, some blood dripped onto the floor. It was obviously where the victims were held before being dumped. Then, outside the last barn, in the garden, they could easily see Emma Kerrigan. They all moved with stealth through the rows of the plants, silently approaching the unsub.

"Emma Kerrigan! FBI, put your hands where we can see them." Morgan shouted.

Guns were aimed and flashlights shined bright over the scene. Jamie approached closely, her light shining onto the victim, seeing a sharp, jagged knife being held to his unconscious body. "Emma, put the knife down." she instructed, not removing her gun from the woman.

"No." Kerrigan simply replied. "My daughter needs this. Just look at her."

"Put it down and we can get her the help she needs." Hotch informed.

"No! My daughter will be dead by then!" Kerrigan yelled, cries filling her voice.

Prentiss stepped up, lowering her gun as she did. 'I believe you, Emma. I can see how sick she is. I did talk to your doctor, by the way."

The unsub's eyes filled with unbelievable curiosity. "You did? You talked to Dr. Gourse?"

Prentiss nodded her head, eyes never leaving the woman in front of her. "Yes. He said that Lexy is very sick. She's too sick for this to work. This man's blood is not going to do anything for her."

Kerrigan began to cry at the fake news Prentiss gave her. "But it has to work. Its-she's all I have left."

"No. What can cure your daughter is what cured you." Prentiss explained vaguely, putting her gun back in her holster.

Jamie watched carefully, her eyes darting back to the unsub and back to her now, unarmed fellow agent.

"Funeral homes are required by law to keep a portion of the remains of those that they cremate." Prentiss took about a small baggie from her jacket pocket. She bent down to level with Kerrigan and a smile came onto her face. "These are your husband's ashes. Only these will make your daughter well again."

Kerrigan became noticeably happier, like she couldn't believe what was right in front of her. "…those are his?"

Prentiss nodded and Kerrigan laughed with, what Jamie assumed was relief. The woman pulled the knife from the man's neck, causing Jamie to grip her gun tighter. As the knife was dropped to the ground and Kerrigan grabbed the bag, Morgan took action by retrieving the knife from the ground, and Hotch lifted Kerrigan away from her daughter and the victim as she was pouring the ashes over their bodies. Kerrigan was handed off to the Sheriff, who took her away from the scene.

Jamie lowered her gun and stepped forward. "That was crazy…" she spoke to herself, thankful nobody caught it.

"Not bad, Prentiss." Morgan voiced before he walked of.

Jamie got down to the ground, next to the daughter. She started scrapping the dirt around her with her hands. She tuned in as Prentiss spoke up.

"I saw the fireplace…took a chance."

Jamie looked up to her colleagues, thankful that they were a intelligent, but wondering what if she had been the one to take a huge risk like that.


When Jamie stepped onto the private jet, every ounce of her just wanted to fall over. After the span of two days, she had completed her first case as an FBI agent. She felt accomplished, but at the same time, a little stress-ridden. One thing that she did notice though, was that the drama with Spencer had been put on the back burner. She knew it wasn't done and over with, but for now, it was put away. Plopping herself down into a seat in the back, she yawned and ran her fingers through her long, brown hair.

Jamie knew she was lucky-no, blessed to be able to work a job such as the one she did. She had been working towards this since she was a teenager, setting her sights on a far, but bright future. Throughout her teen years and her young adult years, the girl learned that no matter what happened in life, that no matter how bad the day might seem, life always goes on. That doesn't necessarily mean that you're guaranteed a tomorrow, but when you wake up, you can make the day what you want it to be. One of her goals in life was to never let the world make her bitter, don't let the actions of others turn her cold, don't let her mistakes define her. Certain things happen and maybe they happen for a reason, she was never sure about that; but she never let those worries make her who she didn't want to be.

The plane was high in the sky, passing through clouds like they were nothing at all. Her green eyes focused solely on the blue that surrounded the plane, seeing nothing but openness. She had been sitting by herself for most of the flight, exchanging witty banter with the others every now and again. Her eyes shot to the seat in front of her as someone sat down in it. Jamie showed no facial expression, not knowing what to expect. She sat up straight, clearing her throat. "…yes?" she asked, hesitant in her question.

Spencer regarded her wary, but calm face before answering. "We need to talk."


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