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You guys failed. So I suggest you take your smart 'the FBI can do anything' motto and shove it up your as—"

Claire didn't get to finish her sentence as the door to the interrogation room swung open, and she was greeted by the presence of a very buff man who quite frankly looked .

"Reid get your butt out here. We've had a second kill. He's escalating."

The scruffy brown hair guy turned and shot her a glance. Was that some sort of pity gaze? Claire didn't take pity. She shot him a mean one back.

"We really could use your help. He's not going to stop killing till he's caught." The scruffy hair man said. Wasn't his name Lancer or something?

Well she could've told him that much. They were dealing with a ghoul. And a very annoying one at that. It was incredibly rare for ghouls to feed on the living- and even rarer for them to stalk a victim beforehand. They were scavengers.

The breaking point of the case was when Claire had realized all the victims had been females of Irish descent. It seemed this ghoul had a particular taste. She had been ready to bash the things head in when it had escaped, leaving her to deal with police.

You could say she was pretty pissed.

"It doesn't matter if I give a sketch, it will just change up its look to avoid police. I need you to let me out of here so I can find its home and get rid of it once and for all."

They just stared at her like she had two heads. How did Jodie manage to deal with idiots like this on the daily.

Oh Jodie. That stung. She had to stay focused, just not on that.

"Spence we don't have time to deal with this. Just leave her here, the locals can deal with her. Hotch is calling us down to the crime scene. He sounds angry."

The guy- Spencer, that was it!- looked away from her and made a move to follow the man.

These boys were going to get themselves killed. Didn't they know to leave the supernatural to the hunters. This whole case was dissolving before her eyes.

"Look, Spencer" Against all odds let this work, "If you get a good shot at the guy make sure to aim for the head. That's the only way to kill them. It's targeting Irish girls. It won't stop killing."

Claire shot him a long look. She didn't have a particular affection towards police, but that didn't mean she wanted them to die. She was giving them a lead for the girls.

Spencer stopped and both men looked at her, expressions unreadable. The bigger guy have her raised an eyebrow while Spencer just nodded and spoke,

"Thanks."

Claire just put her head back down, annoyed. It should be her handling this.

"Yeah. Whatever."

Chapter end