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Lucky: S3 Ep 8
"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters." – Francisco Goya
In the 1980s a few men and a woman sat arguing about a patient. The Doctor didn't want to release him, knowing what would happen. The boy would end up acting out his fantasies. This ended up serving as prophecy. The patient that was released from Hazelwood Hospital for the Criminally Insane in Florida would end up the focus of an investigation by the BAU.
One Morning Penelope Garcia entered her usual café. As she entered a man watched her. He experienced technical (computer) trouble as she and Allison, the barista, greet one another. She got her usual drink as he banged on the keys to his laptop.
"I got a polo mallet in my trunk. Maybe you should give it a shot." Garcia remarked. He gave her a withering look and she apologized, "Sorry none of my business."
She turned and started to walk away. When she heard a male voice say, "Three hours. Just froze up on me."
She turns back concerned, "And you didn't save as you…" With a look from him she joked, "Who has time to save these days with the kids and their rap music?"
"You have a polo mallet in your trunk?" He finally asked.
"Small one. Can I?" she queried.
He moved aside. She sat and looked the laptop over.
"Oh figures. It windows. Tempermental." She begins typing, "Let's Try. . . Viola!" She had fixed his computer.
"Uh, I'm James. James Baylor. My friends call me Colby." He offered a hand.
"Penelope. Garcia. My friends all call me wonderful. Or Garcia." They shook hands.
"Well, thank you."
"Oh, just happy to help."
"Uh maybe I could take you to lunch sometime."
"Sure o-ok. Why not?"
"Here's my card." He reached in his shirt pocket and handed her a business card.
Garcia moved and grabbed a napkin and wrote on it. "That's mine."
"I'll call you."
"Great." She leaved heading to the BAU.
Once there she passed Morgan who said, "Good Morning, Princess."
She responded, "Morning."
"Pump your breaks."
She turned to look at him and he beckoned her over. Harley, whose desk was nearby, lifted her head to watch the pair with interest.
Garcia approached him dazed, "Every day I say, 'Good Morning'. Every day you say, 'I'll show you a good morning, hot stuff.' Every day. Not today?"
"I hate profilers, do you know that?" She stated straightening his shirt.
"Spit it out."
She smiled at him, "Fine. I met a guy."
Slight surprise colors Morgan's voice, "You did what? Where?"
Harley giggled into her hand as Garcia responded, "Coffee shop. Smoking hot. I fixed his computer. And he asked for my number…"
"And you did what?"
"And I gave it to him. Can you believe that? A complete stranger. Did I mention that he was smoking hot?"
"Uh-yeah. Yeah I think you did." He raised a hand and tapped her nose with a finger, "Okay, it happens."
"No it doesn't, not to me, not like this."
Morgan adopted a concerned stance, "Not like what?"
"I am not the girl men see across a smoky bar and write songs about."
"Sweetheart…" Morgan started.
"It's ok. I do just fine, but it takes a minute, you know?"
"Ok, so what's your problem? You think its all happening a little to fast or something?"
"Yes. I-I don't know. Maybe. What do you think?"
Morgan looked concerned again and replied, "I think you should always trust your gut. So, sure, if he seems a little too smooth or maybe a little too smoking hot, then maybe you should walk the other way."
Harley nodded agreeing with Morgan's advice. It was sound to her. She turned back to her desk. She'd been reading one of Rossi's books.
JJ came rushing in past Morgan and Garcia, "We've got a bad one."
"How bad?" Morgan asked.
"Florida." Is the response he got from JJ's back as she rushed on.
Morgan sighed heavily and goes to follow JJ.
Once the team is in the conference room JJ started, "Bridgewater, Florida. Local girl, Abby Kelton, 19. Left her parents' home to go to the local junior college. She never came home." While saying this JJ showed pictures of the girl. Harley and Rossi stared at JJ. "3 days later. Joggers found her – part of her – in a nearby park."
"What did he do to her?" Prentiss asked.
"Bridgewater is off I-75 which is often referred to as Alligator Alley. For reasons that are now apparent. Everything below the waist has been eaten."
Rossi chimed in, "Ah, The circle of life."
Harley grinned at Rossi enjoying his joke.
"Suddenly, I don't feel so guilty about my alligator wallet." Prentiss quipped.
Harley snorts as Hotch reminds them, "Alligators didn't cut off her fingers, slit her throats, or carve this into her chest." He puts a picture on the table for all to see.
"An inverted pentagram," Morgan said.
"Locals believe she was murdered by a Satanic Cult."
"Some things never change." Rossi observed.
"Killer Satanic Cults don't exist. They were debunked as suburban myths." Prentiss explained.
Then seeing Rossi's face and hearing his, "Really?" She frowned and asked, "What?"
Harley chimed in, "If memory serves, Rossi debunked them."
"Rossi is the one that debunked them." Reid confirmed.
"Oh, right. Thanks." Prentiss responded.
"Cult or not, the killing was ritualized. This will turn serial if it hasn't already." Rossi observed.
So serial killer Satanic Cults don't exist, but Satanic serial killers do?" JJ asked sounding confused.
"Lasciate ogni Speranza ch'entrante." Rossi recited. (1)
Prentiss and Harley nodded as JJ said sarcastically, "Oh, thanks for clearing that up."
"Uh, it's from Dante's Inferno." Reid clarified. "Uh, 'Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.'"
"So that was a yes." JJ scoffed
"A big yes." Hotch answered.
Harley laughed.
1. The actual Quote Canto III, line 9 : Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.
Often quoted with the translated form "Abandon hope all ye who enter here". The word "all" modifies hope, not those who enter: "ogni speranza" means "all hope".
So the proper translation would be: Abandon all hope, you who enter here.
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