A/N: Hey everyone! I know, I know, it's been a whole week and I'm so sorry. I started school again on Monday so I've been uber busy. As exam time is rolling around soon, I'll be studying a lot, but I'll make an effort to write chapters way in advance and post them at least once a week. Okay, thanks to the people who have viewed/favourited/followed. Also thanks to TheMysteriousGeek2345, SARAHBABE215 and Evie McFarland for your reviews. If you want a specific case to be used or you have any ideas for the story, do not hesitate to PM me or drop me a review. You will receive full credit if you give me an idea. Now, on with the story! Please note this chapter is M for mentions of violence and mutilation. You have been warned.

June 2011, Quantico, Virginia

AmeliaPOV

I followed Reid and the others into the conference room. There was a round table in the middle; I smirked to myself- were we the knights? I instinctively sat next to Spencer, as he was the only one that I sort of knew from the team. He was cute, in the boy-next-door kind of way. Brown hair brown eyes, nervous smile. He seemed nervous all the time, but I knew that he was very sweet once you got used to his quirks.

"Okay JJ, let's begin," Hotch said, opening the file in front of him.

I reached for my own file and opened it, retrieving and putting on my thick framed reading glasses as I did so; there were pictures in front of me- of the bodies of people who had been brutally murdered and mutilated, well there goes my nice thoughts of breakfast.

"We've been asked to assist on a case that looks very similar to Jack the Ripper. The bodies of several prostitutes have been turning up dead across the city of Chicago with their throats slashed and their bodies disembowelled with their organs and genitals mutilated after being raped" She concluded, putting the victims faces on the screen.

"Well obviously you're looking for someone with a medical background. You don't learn to cut with that kind of precision overnight, probably someone who is or was a surgeon, pathologist or someone with that kind of medical background I'd say." I said, looking through the file. "The fact that he blitz attacks them from suggests that he is not confident around the women and that he is trying to distance himself from the victims. As women do not have any sexual motive in their kills, I'd conclude that the unsub is male." I finished, looking up from the file.

We continued in this way for a few more minutes before Hotch said that we were taking the case and would be leaving in thirty minutes. I followed Spencer to our desks and grabbed my black holdall bag. "So how are we getting to Illinois?" I asked him,

"The jet" he replied, grabbing his own bag.

"Seriously?! I've never been on a private plane before this is so cool." I said checking the time, "do you think it's a bit early to call Glasgow?" I asked him as I checked the time, 9am.

He nodded "most definitely, why would you need to call?" he asked.

"My parents, I promised them I'd contact them before I go on a case, I'm not going to wake them up though, and my mum would kill me if I woke her before her hospital shift." I explained as we headed to one of the SUVs that would take us to the jet.

The pair of us climbed into an SUV that contained Morgan and Garcia. "I didn't know you came on cases too Penelope, I take it that's why there's a crapload of computer shit in here" I said.

"I don't usually, and do not refer to my precious items as a 'crapload'. By the way I booked us rooms at a hotel, I could only get enough twin rooms with single beds that it's two to a room. The pair of you don't mind sharing do you?" she asked us, raising an eyebrow.

I turned red, and turned to Spencer. He was even redder than me. I broke the silence first, "that's fine Penelope, it's not like we'll really have a lot of time to sleep anyway with the case and all. Are you okay with this Spencer?" I asked, turning to him with a shy smile.

He nodded, still red, "yeah that's fine" he said.

Twenty minutes later, we reached the jet. I was in awe as I climbed on board. "Wow this is so cool." I said, sitting down at one of the table seats, it would be an hour flight to Illinois. Out of instinct, I pulled down all the window shutters within my vicinity; I wasn't afraid of flying, I just didn't like being so high up and seeing all those tall buildings, it brought back bad memories. I shuddered, snapping myself out of it.

As I felt the plane take off, I became more nervous. My hands tapped a nervous rhythm on the table as we discussed the case and my leg shook up and down, another nervous habit. I hoped that none of the team noticed.

Morgan did, "what's the matter curlytop? Not a good flier?" he asked, looking teasing but also slightly concerned.

I shook my head, plastering a nervous smile on my face as I pushed my reading glasses further up my nose. "I don't use the plane a lot, I prefer trains. I don't like the height, and I feel safer on the ground." I said, hoping he didn't ask why, I wasn't ready to tell them why.

Thankfully, he didn't and we all went to do our own thing for the last half hour of the flight. I dug into my bag and pulled out some of my coursework; I was working on a masters degree with joint honours in Russian language and Russian literature.

Garcia who was sitting with me, Morgan and Spencer at the four seater table looked at what I was doing. "Is that Russian?" she asked

I nodded "yeah, I'm taking a correspondent masters degree with joint honours in Russian language and literature from NYU. It's a fascinating language, and Anna Karenina, along with War and Peace are much better in Russian." I added, finishing a translation passage.

Spencer looked up from his own book- A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. "You read War and Peace, in Russian?" he asked me, impressed, "how long did it take you?"

"Three days, I can read around 18,500 words per minute, what about you? You ever attempted it?" I asked.

"Never in Russian, I managed to read it in one day in English though. I can read around 20,000 words per minute. Where are your PHDs from?" he asked.

"University of Glasgow, yours?" I asked.

He looked surprised, "I never told you that I had any, how did you know?"

I laughed "Come on Boy Wonder, we were always compared to one another at the academy, I googled you out of curiosity." I said with a shy smile, sagging in relief when I felt the plane land.

"Okay, Reid, Amelia, go to the Coroner's office and look at the bodies, see if you can find a signature on any of the three victims. Morgan, go to the PD with Garcia and start Victimology, JJ, Prentiss, go to the crime scenes, see what you can ascertain from them. Rossi and I will go to the victim's homes, meet back at the PD when you're done." Hotch said as they all began to exit the plane towards the waiting SUVs.

"Shall I drive Spence?" I asked, taking the keys from Hotch.

"Yeah, I'm not the best driver." He added, hopping into the passenger's seat.

I started the car and began to drive. "How gruesome do these cases get?" I asked him as I followed his directions to the Morgue.

"This one is pretty bad, but there are some real awful ones like the cannibal cases, they really put you off food. Turn left at the next lights." He said.

I almost gagged, "oh, well there's the joy of lunch gone as well as breakfast." I said, as I pulled up outside the morgue. "Ready to go look at disgusting corpses?" I asked him, unbuckling my seatbelt.

He nodded, "lead the way."

I sighed, "This reminds me too much of my cadaver cutting days at med school." I said as I walked into the familiar smell of death, and formaldehyde.

We walked to meet the Medical Examiner and my stomach felt a little worse for wear, I just hoped that I didn't puke, that's hardly a good first impression.

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