Hey all, here is the next chapter for this fic. I know that I usually wait about a week to post new updates, but in all honesty, I couldn't resist posting this for you all. I sincerely hope that I took this in the direction that you were not expecting, because it goes very nicely with the next chapter! Also, I thought you'd like to know that this story has progressed and I am no longer questioning my creative side (for now). Oh my gosh, I'm so excited to post these next couple of chapters, I want to cry. One last note, the chapter that follows this one, will be up within a week (I want to give you time to simmer in it). With all of that said, I hope you enjoy and please remember to review! Happy reading. x

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Not Like This

Chapter Thirteen: Catastrophe

November 22nd, 2014

The next morning, Jamie was woken up from her ringtone, rather than her alarm. With the discovery of another body, she had minimal time to get dressed and be out the door. She met with the rest of the team down in the lobby and immediately ventured out to the SUV's. Half of them going to the scene, the other half going back to the precinct. Jamie was glad she had been in the vehicle that was going to the crime scene. She wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with creepy Vicky that early in the morning.

When Jamie, Spencer, and Morgan arrived at the scene, they saw a group of officers standing around the victim. She was visibly tied to a tree and had multiple lacerations on her back. What they saw next, only had Jamie questioning everything she knew about this police force. Before the car could even come to a complete stop, Jamie jumped out of the vehicle, rushing to the group of officers who were about to contaminate everything they had to get from the scene. "Hey! Do not touch her!" Jamie yelled at them. Her tone was authoritative and almost threatening as she ran up on the officers.

"You can't disturb the crime scene!" Morgan shouted at them, right behind Jamie.

"We already took a whole lot of picture like we were told to." one officer told the agents.

"And who told you to do that?" Spencer questioned.

"The Sheriff did."

"Okay, but I doubt that he told you to touch the victim, or am I mistaken?" Jamie pressed. Her hands were positioned on her hips and her eyes boring into the officer. When he didn't respond verbally, Jamie got noticeably upset. "Okay, just…back away. We need to analyze this just how it is and you can't be standing right on the damn crime scene!"

The officer moved, pushing his men back as well. Jamie glanced at her team members, seeing them watching. She shrugged her shoulder at them, turning her attention back to the victim. Spencer came up behind her, bending down to level with the girl tied to the tree.

"He's definitely gone bigger with the cuts." Morgan noted.

Spencer nodded in a agreement. "Not only that, but this cutting was done postmortem. This gunshot wound is what killed her."

"How can you tell that just by looking at her?" the lead officer wondered.

"There's a lack of blood flow and the scar tissue is bright." Jamie told him. "If that was done when she was alive, her back would be covered in way more blood."

"Which means that this wasn't some sort of S&M, its more symbolic than that." Spencer added.

"Symbolic of what?" another officer questioned.

"We're not sure yet." Morgan answered, sternly.

"Can you guys smell that?" Spencer asked.

Jamie sniffed the air, noticing a familiar smell. "It smells like lavender."

"Lavender doesn't grow in these parts." an officer informed them.

Spencer observed the victim more closely, pointing to her limbs. "It's mainly coming from her legs."

"Why would the killer do that?"

"Don't know yet." Jamie said, shaking her head.

"Get the CSI team out here, have them take care of this and do not touch anything." Morgan told the lead officer.

"We need to get back, because we need to deliver this profile." Spencer told his teammates.

They agreed, taking leave from the scene. As much as she didn't want to, it hurt Jamie to leave the victim there with the officer team. She didn't understand how their heads were working. There were strict protocols that all officers knew, that were the same wherever they went; but here, these people seemed to be in their own strange world.


"We believe the unsub we're looking for is a white male in his early thirties. While his M.O. is that of a sadist, we think there is an underlying pathology of what we call a wound collector." Hotch explained to the officers standing before the team.

"What's a wound collector?" one of the officers asked.

"A wound collector is someone who uses a lifetime of slights, grievances and wrongs as their justification for violence." Spencer informed.

"An example would be a large-scale as that of Hitler, scapegoating the Jewish for the Holocaust. Or it can be as simple as an abusive husband blaming his wife for something as an excuse to beat her." Jamie noted.

"This unsub is low-key, almost submissive in public. He has to be attracted to prostitutes, but his real nature will be revealed in the safety of isolation." Rossi added.

"This is the type of man who would anonymously express himself online by raging against how these women are filled with diseases and filth, how they all deserve what's coming to them." Prentiss mentioned.

"And its more than likely the cause of rejection from a woman or a spouse that he believes did him wrong." Morgan incorporated.

"Which means the unsub probably has a working-class, or a part-time job. It's able to give him enough time to plan and execute these murders." JJ

"This unsub is strong and works well with his hands. More than likely he drives a work vehicle of some sort or a large truck. That allows him to transport bodies and also carry his tools for his executions." Jamie told the group.

"We found Tabitha Ryerson this morning. By the looks of her wounds, we can see that the unsub is starting to lose control. He managed to kill her in her home and then he moved her body into the woods, which is where he mutilated her postmortem." Morgan explained.

"The public display of her body was a message-" Spencer began, cut off by an officer.

"To who?"

"To us," Jamie said, her eyes hard on the group in front of her. "This is a very small town and he knows for a fact that the FBI is here investigating his murders. He believes that he's showing us that he's smarter than we are."

"He's also showing us his wounds." Hotch added. "There's a part to this unsub that wants us to stop and punish him for his crimes." As he finished his sentence, his cell phone rang. Hotch excused himself, signaling for the briefing to end.

The officers dispersed and the team stayed up front with one another. "Do you guys think this is going to escalate? Like, get worse before it gets even starts to get better?" Jamie questioned.

"You really are paranoid, aren't you?" Morgan asked her, joking lightly.

Jamie sighed, shaking her head a little. "You guys might think it's funny, but when something blows out of proportion, I'll be the one to say I told you so."

"Carter, we all know that with this job, we never know what to expect…" Prentiss tried to console her.

Jamie shrugged it off, "I want to believe you guys…"

"Garcia found something interesting. I need two of you to go to the local elementary school and speak to someone named McIntyre." Hotch informed the team, walking back into the conference room.

"I'll go." Jamie piped up, wanting to distance herself some.

"I'll drive." Rossi told her, motioning for her to follow.

She complied, crossing her arms over her chest as she stalked out of the room. It wasn't that she didn't believe that her teammates thought she was overreacting, her body wouldn't let up, it held onto a terrible feeling that was making her warier.


Arriving to the school didn't take too long, as it was only about a fifteen-minute drive from the station. Jamie and Rossi walked the halls, turning every corner, following the directions they were given. When they turned another corner, they could clearly hear shouting some ways down the hall. The two agents exchanged looks, still listening as they sped up their walking. They looked inside the room where to commotion was coming from.

"…who come face to face with their own failings as stewards of the community!" the man yelled in the face of a child, grabbing onto his sweater. Then, he grabbed the child by the neck, forcing his face down into the desk top.

Jamie stepped in, hurriedly, she had seen enough. "Hey! McIntyre!" she yelled into the classroom.

"Who the hell are you?" Principle McIntyre asked, looking as though he wasn't expecting any company…which he wasn't.

Jamie snatched her badge from her pocket, walking right up to McIntyre. "We're with the FBI and you're going to release this child and come with us."

"You can't just walk in here like that. I'm the principal of this school-"

"Yeah? Well, we need to talk about Mack the Knife." Jamie knew she had the guy when his face of authority fell by one little mention of some dumb nickname.

"Let the child go, McIntyre." Rossi told him.

Upon being released, the child rushed out of the room, disappearing to who knows where. Principal McIntyre's eyes went from Jamie to Rossi a few times before he complied with their "request". They lead him to teacher's lounge, all three of them sitting down at the table inside.

"Go ahead and tell us about Mack the Knife." Rossi began.

"How about this?" Jamie backtracked. "Do you know of an Abigail Jones, Hannah Kelly, or Tabitha Ryerson? Hell, I'll even throw in Lucas Wagner, I don't judge."

McIntyre had noticeable beads of sweat on his face, but he was also attempting to play things cool. He straightened up in his seat, sighing. It didn't take much for him to crack. "Look," he began. "yes, I knew them. I had sessions with them, not with Lucas Wagner, I don't know who that is." he claimed. "And sure, maybe some money changed hands here and there, but it was just for their time."

"Yeah, we read the disclaimers on the escort website, too." Rossi told him.

"How about you walk us through all the different prostitutes you hired, Mr. McIntyre." Jamie requested.

McIntyre scoffed. "Sado-masochism isn't a crime the last time I checked. It's legal, as long as I don't have sex with any of them." His nervousness was coming to the surface. His hands kept moving from the table to his lap, and his eyes were going back and forth from Jamie to Rossi. "You can't tell anyone about this. I'm entitled to my privacy jut as much as the next person…and I have kids."

"You're not here because of the S&M." Rossi informed him. "You're here because of the murders."

"What? What murders?"

"Tabitha Ryerson." Jamie stated, the name automatically sparking something in McIntyre.

"…she's dead?" he asked, his eyes going wide. "I was supposed to meet with her for the first time tomorrow."

"Yeah? It's obviously not happening now, so now it's your turn. It's your turn to give us names." Jamie pronounced.

"Um, okay, okay." McIntyre started. "Uh, Hannah Kelly, Carol Rodgers, and Abigail Jones." He looked as if he was thinking about his next words. "Abigail's my favorite."

"What about the men?" Rossi questioned,

McIntyre looked down in what Jamie only assumed was some sort of shame. "…you know about that, too?"

"Bingo!" Jamie said to herself. "Mr. McIntyre, I'd suggest that you assume we know everything there is know. It'll be a whole lot smoother for all of us that way." Jamie studied the person in front of her. The way he was mildly fidgeting, the way his eyes were darting from place to place. She sat back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smug look on her face. "You did know Lucas Wagner, didn't you?"

"It was just him." McIntyre admitted.

"So, you lied to us?" Jamie questioned him, her voice raising in the small room.

"I-I didn't think you'd bring it up…"

Jamie leaned forward into the table, laying her hands on the top of it. "I'll tell you again. It's safer for you to assume that we know everything."

"Now, they don't call you Mack the Knife for nothing. Do you still have the knife you used on them?" Rossi asked.

"What do you mean?" McIntyre looked confused, as if he didn't know what they were talking about.

"The knife you used to cut them. You did cut them, didn't you?"

"What? God no, you-you don't understand." McIntyre told them as he stood up from his seat, the speed of his actions playing on Jamie's instincts.

She stood up from her seat, too, ready to take anything from the man.

McIntyre held his hands up in surrender. "No, no, no. I promise I'm not being threatening." He said, his hands moving to the inside of his jacket pocket, or so Jamie thought. "I just need to show you what I mean." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare chest. It was covered in cuts all over the skin. Jamie and Rossi exchanged stunned looks. This was not in the profile and now they needed to go back, see if there was something they missed.


It was turning into another long night. After the discovery of McIntyre, Jamie didn't know what to think, any more. There was never a case where she had been thrown off this much and the recent discovery, was going to set back their time on the case. Jamie and Rossi arrived back to the precinct, meeting the others from the team in the same room.

"Hey, you guys need to listen to this." Jamie told them a she rushed towards them. There were also several officers surrounding the room, but it was best that they heard it too.

"What is it?" Hotch asked her, sending her a look of mild confusion.

"It's not McIntyre." Jamie claimed. "He's not he unsub."

"What do you mean?" Morgan pressed.

"He admitted to having session with each of the victims, but here's the thing. Even though he's called 'Mack the Knife', he doesn't use the knife on the victims-" Rossi explained.

"They use the knife on him." JJ finished.

"What do you mean he's not the unsub?" one officer asked, clearly disagreeing with their findings. "He's had session with each of the victims, you said so yourself."

"We've profiled that this unsub would be submissive in public and dominant with the prostitutes, and McIntyre is the opposite of that." Hotch explained to the officers.

"McIntyre takes the submissive role in the S&M play most likely, because he's so dominant," Morgan added. "He's the principal at his parochial school-"

"So, we're basically back to our starting point?" the officer interrupted.

"Our best bet is still to talk to some of the girls." JJ told him. "Tabitha's death might scare some of them into talking to us."

Jamie's attention was distracted when she saw a distraught looking Carrie enter the station. "Hotch…" she called to her boss, motion her head in the direction of the woman. Carrie was moving past one of the officers who was trying to calm her, but she stalked over to Hotch.

"Have you spoken to Preacher Mills?" she asked Hotch.

"No, not since yesterday." he told her. "Why?"

"We were talking at the church and one of the girls, I think her name is Belinda, she came in crying and begging for help. Preacher Mills said he was going to tell you what he saw and get an update on the case, but he never came back."

As the others around Jamie were discussing the information that she and Rossi discovered, her attention was solely focused on the words coming from Carrie's mouth.

"When was this?" Hotch questioned her.

"It was this morning."

"No, we haven't seen him."

Carrie looked utterly confused and upset. "What do you mean? She said the same exact thing as my sister. She said 'they' were coming for her. What the hell is going on here?!"

"Okay, just-please excuse me for a moment." Hotch excused himself, coming back to the group as Spencer came back with a discovery.

"I think I know what the lavender is being used for." he said. "Have any of you ever heard of Spikenard?"

"Nope." one officer spoke.

"No clue…" another added.

"It's a perfume." Jamie told them. "It's mentioned over in the Gospels."

Spencer nodded to her, confirming her words. "It's derived from lavender. It's what Mary Magdalene used to wash Jesus' feet, which tells us that this unsub's message is obviously religious in its nature."

"Maybe Mills came forward to volunteer his information?" Morgan offered.

"But yesterday he told me that he'd come forward if he had any more useful information, and it's obvious he isn't doing that." Jamie pointed out.

"He fits the profile." Prentiss mentioned. "He's morally rigorous, submissive in public…"

"So, we put an APB out for him." the Sheriff said.

"Morgan and Reid, I want you two to go to the church, see if Mills is there now." Hotch instructed.

Jamie glanced at Spencer, sending him a wary grin. As he walked past her, he landed his hand on her shoulder, letting it linger there until he needed to take it away.

There would be a point in time where Jamie would realize, there's more to this than they all realized.

"I don't get this, at all." one of the officers on the case said. He was clearly agitated with the newest information. Nobody was really sure how to piece it together. "If the Preacher has something to do with this, then why had he been so helpful?"

"Unsubs usually like to insert themselves into the investigations. They enjoy the chase, that feeling of power and the thought that they're smarter than us." Jamie replied, looking at Vicky who was standing just a little bit too close for her liking.

"They also tend to keep tabs on the case. In this instance, he wants to know how close we are to catching him." Hotch added. At that moment, his cellphone rang. "Go ahead, Garcia." He told her, putting her on speaker for all to hear.

"Sir, I got the backhoe going into this um, not-so-clean Preacher. I haven't found his present wear abouts yet, but just by looking at his bank account, I can tell you he doesn't adhere to the 'give all your money to the poor' model."

"Any clue where the money is coming from?"

"No, not yet, but it's mostly cash, and we're talking six-figures, here."

"Hotch, what about sex-trafficking?" Jamie suggested. "This unsub is able to get these prostitutes to let their guard down long enough for him to kill them."

"So, they're somebody he knows?" an officer questioned. "I though your team said our killer was a John."

Jamie shook her head. "No, because prostitutes would either rat out the John or kill him themselves, but they wouldn't go against their own pimp."

"Garcia, take everything we know about Mills and run it up against any and all pandering and procuring charges." Hotch instructed. "This isn't the first time he's done this."

"You got it." Garcia said, typing away on her keyboard. "Got it."

"That was quick." Jamie spoke towards the phone.

"Oh, sweetie, do you not know me at all? Anyway, did you know that the charge of being a pimp, when all gussied up, is 'procuring and pandering?' So, Hotch was right. Preacher Mills is familiar with this charge and let me tell you why. Before he was Justin Mills, he was Gordon Borell, and he was arrested for cutting one of the ladies that worked for him."

"Where did he cut her?" Jamie questioned.

"On her back." Garcia answered. "And when he was questioned…oh god, okay, I'm going to need to look at baby animal videos after this-Mills claimed he was marking his property."

"You're kidding, right?" the Sheriff asked a loud. It sounded like more of a though.

Then, a though rang in Jamie's mind, something from her interview with Mills. "That's why he asked me about the wounds on the victims…"

Hotch looked at her with mild confusion. "When did he ask you that?"

"Um, yesterday when you had me interview him."

"And it didn't occur to you to let me know?"

"It honestly just slipped my mind, until now. I-he must've known we'd-

"He knew we'd find out about his past." Hotch interrupted.

Jamie was feeling like a failure. She had Mills at her fingertips, but one small mishap could've cost them their case. Mills was in the wind and Hotch had their team members out there looking for him. He could be anywhere, or he could be targeting the team to try and hide his tracks.

"But wait," Jamie called out, shaking her head. "why are we digging this up now? Wouldn't this have been useful earlier?" Her self-defense was manifesting.

"Well, he changed his name when he crossed the border." Garcia told her. "The Northern border, to be exact. Mills, Nee Borell, is from Tees, Alberta. And let me tell you, those damn Canadians seem so sweet and innocent, but when they turn to the dark side, say hello to Darth Vader."

"He came here to start over and took on the mantel of the collar for his cover in the sex trade?" Jamie cross-examined. She was still angry over the fact that she hadn't told Hotch everything about the interview with Mills.

"No one in this town would question a man of God." Hotch noted.

"But now we've got the smoking gun that we need on this guy." the Sheriff said to the group.

"Garcia, was there an attempted murder charge for Mills?"

"No, there isn't. In fact, she said he wanted her to go back out and start working after he was done cutting on her."

"He's not our unsub." Hotch concluded within a second of hearing Garcia.


When Reid and Spencer were back at the station, Spencer let Jamie in on the fact that Mills was missing. That just pushed her fear farther upstream. She considered that she was simply overthinking everything, but there was a part of her that wouldn't shake off that familiar feeling of dread.

Jamie, the rest of the BAU team, Sheriff Coleman and other officers gathered around a table. They still had to work out their kinks in finding this unsub.

"This guy fits to a 'T'. How can we rule him out?" Coleman asked.

"Criminally, pimps tend to follow the same behavioral pattern as drug dealer." Rossi explained.

"Prostitutes are his revenue stream." JJ added.

"This unsub would only kill them as a last resort." Spencer pointed out.

"That would explain why the cutting in Canada was a punishment, not a religious punishment, but one for not getting the job done." Jamie mentioned.

"So, he comes here to start a new life and sets up a new business." Prentiss said, making the connection.

"And that's when somebody finds out about his past. He uses it as a forensic countermeasure to throw us off track by framing him." JJ continued.

"That's why the girls kept saying 'they're' after us. There wasn't a team of unsubs, but one sadist copying the behavior of another." Hotch pointed out.

"That would also explain the change with Tabitha, the escalation and the perfume on her feet." Spencer added.

"But you said the unsub wanted us to catch him and punish him." said Coleman.

Jamie shook her head, standing from her seat, because she couldn't sit anymore. "No, what he really wanted was for us to catch Mills."

"So, basically, whoever this guy is, he's got us all fooled, and we've got nothing when it comes to the profile…"

"That's not true." Hotch defended. "This unsub chose Mills for a reason, and Mills can still lead us to the unsub. We'll have Agent Morgan and the deputies start at his house."

Morgan agreed, standing from his seat and leaving right away with the deputies.


A while later, during the night, Morgan called the team with information from his trip to Mills' house.

"So, we just searched through the Preacher's house and no one's in there. But I did find cocaine in a hidden compartment."

"How much?" Rossi asked.

"A kilo. And with that amount, he's not just using it, he's selling it, too."

"If that's the case, then the suspect pool of whoever is framing him just got a whole lot bigger." Hotch concluded, receiving nods from the remainder of his team, which included Jamie. The Sheriff was also in company.

"Well, JJ's headed to the bar to see if Dinah's seen him."

As if on que, JJ was calling on Hotch's cell. "Hey, Hotch?"

"JJ, any luck?"

"No, Mills isn't here either."

"I've got the roadblocks set up on every corner." Coleman informed them. "They're in and out of town, so he won't be able to get far."

"JJ, help canvass the area and we'll dig deeper here, see if we can figure out where he's going."

"Got it."

Then, they heard a call over the Sheriff's radio. It was Vicky. "Sheriff, be advised, I've got the suspect headed into El Lobito's Diner. Repeat, I've got the suspect headed into El Lobito's Diner."

"Copy Deputy, we're on our way."

"Okay," Hotch began. "Carter, you and Reid go ahead with the Sheriff. Dave, Prentiss and I will coordinate all responses here."

"Yes, sir." Jamie complied, following out Coleman out the door alongside Spencer.


From the back of the police vehicle, Spencer was attempting to get ahold of the Preacher. Which, of course, wasn't happening. The phone rang and rang, still no answer.

"He's not answering."

"Keep trying, though." Jamie told him from the front. "We need to tell him that we know he isn't responsible for this."

Spencer tried again and again…and another time. No such luck for the team. The sirens were blaring as they drove down the road, reaching the diner in what felt like no time at all. They pulled into the lot, seeing Vicky's vehicle still on the scene. Stepping out of the Sheriff's SUV, they heard Vicky speaking.

"He's been in there a good five-minutes at least. I haven't seen any movement." she informed them all.

"Any patrons?" Spencer asked, strapping on his bullet-proof vest.

"Um, it's closed for the night, agent."

"Okay, and how many entrances do we have?" Jamie questioned, observing the building.

"It looks like only two."

"And the million-dollar question is, is he alone in there." Jamie watched the diner, watching for any sigh of movement in the bright window of the place. Somebody else spotted it before she did, though.

"Hey, I've got movement." one of the responding officers yelled. "We should move in now, Sheriff."

"We're better of establishing a perimeter, first." Spencer told him. "That way we can open up a line of communication."

"Absolutely." agreed the Sherriff. "Okay, we need to get around-"

It was like things were happening in slow motion. Before her brain could register what was happening in the exact moment, Jamie watched as Sheriff Coleman fell to the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound.

"Shots fired! Shots fired!" the words rang through her ears as she took cover behind one of the doors of the SUV.

There were gun shots going off everywhere, then another officer was down. It just didn't make any sense. Sure, Mills believed he would be taken in for the crimes, but they never got the chance to tell him that they knew it wasn't him. He was now shooting at those who wanted to help him. More officers arrived on the scene. Jamie looked back for a moment, seeing Morgan exiting a vehicle and taking cover. When she turned back around, Jamie flinched as another officer fell right in front of her. Was she in shock? If she was, it wasn't the best time to be, so she shook it off, letting the ringing of the multiple bullets hitting the car metal take her out of her daze. It wasn't in her to leave a fellow officer of the law in the line of fire. Jamie moved out in front, not even ten steps from her current position.

There was a stinging in her upper chest where the vest didn't cover, just below her collar bone. The young agent didn't have time to respond with any bodily action.

She fell to the pavement, hearing her name being bellowed through the commotion.


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