A/N: Finally! Chapter 4 is up! Please Review!
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Jason Gideon snapped his phone shut and slid it away in his pocket as he and Elle Greenaway exited the black SUV. "Hotch just called. He said that the girls are part animal. The animal tail and ears are part of her. Katrina is the same only she has feline in her. This case just got even worse."
They gently made their way into the apartment that belonged to Taryn and Katrina Powers.
"No sign of forced entry at the door. The windows broken, maybe he came in through there. Looks like they fought in the living room." Elle walked through the room, stepping around the blood and broken items. "One of them got hurt and trailed blood into the hall way."
"She put up a fight," Gideon observed. "If she's part dog she most likely had protective or territorial tendencies."
They entered the bedroom.
"It looks like the fight continued in here. It looks like she really put up a struggle."
"Dogs are incredibly strong," Gideon pointed out. "Especially when raised right. This is going to be hard to understand anything about the girls. They have few living relatives but aren't particularly close. They don't socialize with anyone very much so we have no friends to talk to in order to find out if they had any enemies." The older agent crossed his arms over his chest staring at the bed where Taryn had been found.
"Hey Gideon." Elle pointed to the mirror above the vanity. "The message is different."
He turned to the message. "So it is. 'And I will get her back even as she gloats. In the mean time I'll practice on less honorable throats. Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd. He served a dark and hungry god. To seek revenge may lead to Hell, but everyone does it, and seldom as well as Sweeny Todd.' He spells the name differently. There's no third 'e'. Why did he leave more in this message?"
For a moment they stood and examined the note on the mirror.
Gideon's phone rang again. "Gideon."
"Gideon its Morgan. You have to get back here. I think we've got something."
. . .
The conference room seemed a bit more crowded with Daniel and Kate there as well, no matter how far into the corner he stood or how tightly he wrapped his arms protectively around his torso and satchel. Kate stood dutifully by his side; her hands wrapped around one of his arms supportively.
Reid sat in his chair with his legs pulled up to his chin, continually glancing at the two from Chicago, and wondering about Doctor Daniel Pierce. And what they could know by now.
Garcia was sitting perhaps a bit awkwardly in her chair, sullen, leaning on Morgan who had his arms around his best friend.
JJ, Hotch, Gideon, and Elle sat in their chairs around the table more professionally.
"Okay Morgan, what is it that you've found out?"
The darker skinned man nudged Garcia lightly.
"Taryn and Katrina are my cousins," she breathed. "My Uncle Luke married Lisa Pierce."
"Wait, your last name is Garcia-"
"Step father. My birth fathers last name was Powers. My parents divorced, I became a Garcia and then… well anyway. Technically, you may not really be anything to me relation wise, but I suppose we're at least somewhat related."
Reid sat up straight and looked between Daniel Pierce and Penelope Garcia. They were related? Even just because he had a sister that married her uncle? "Does this mean that either of you are in any danger from the unsub?"
"I doubt it." Gideon stood up and walked over to the white bored, pointing to the picture of the last message written in lipstick on the mirror. "What I want to know is what's behind his last note. It's his regular message, but he adds more to it. 'Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd. He served a dark and hungry god. To seek revenge may lead to Hell, but everyone does it, and seldom as well as Sweeny Todd.' But he spells the name differently-"
"It's the last lines of the musical." Garcia and Reid spoke in unison, finishing a bit awkwardly.
"So what does this mean?"
"He must be done." Daniel and Reid spoke in unison this time, finishing awkwardly again, and Daniel shifted uncomfortably as all eyes in the room turned to him.
The neuropsychiatrist stammered. "If it's the last few lines, and it's his first kidnapping, he may be finished. Katrina may be the one he wanted in the first place."
"And then in order to get her he had to kill Taryn." The boy genius stood up and followed Gideon to the white bored. "The less honorable throats may be the other girls he murdered that looked like Taryn."
. . .
Katrina Powers sniffed back her tears, holding her legs tightly to her chest, shivering uncontrollably. Her eyes had been uncovered just a little while ago and she had gotten a good look at her captor.
The handcuff that was attached to a chain on the wall was clasped too tightly and it hurt her to move her wrist.
The room she was in was dank and dusty, filled with empty boxes on one side, with a desk near the mattress he'd set her on. There were soft blankets and a fluffy pillow with silk like sheets and a memory foam topper. A light bulb hung from the ceiling, and a small window let sunlight filter through above her head. A few feet away from the foot of the mattress was a toilet and utility sink
She could smell the mold and the dust that coated the room, and she could hear the wind blowing softly through the grass outside the window. In the middle of the room sat a chair. She could imaging him sitting there watching her.
He wasn't here, where ever here was, she couldn't hear anyone.
Her head ached from where he hit her and her wrists were bruised. Her heart ached, literally, from the knowledge that her sister was dead, just like the rest of her family. Except for her uncle Daniel.
I wonder if anyone's looking for me… she thought, sniffling again and wiping her nose.
A bottle of water and pack of crackers sat at the end of the bed with a note.
I'm sorry there isn't more for you to eat my love, but maybe later I can get you more when I get back from work.
There was a little heart at the end, and she hadn't touched either of the items. She didn't think she could eat anyway, she felt so sick. The image of her sister continued to flash through her mind whenever she closed her eyes; her slit throat, her bruised body and dead eyes staring off into oblivion.
Katrina grit her teeth and clenched her eyes shut, trying to get the image out of her mind, to make it stop haunting her. A few more tears slipped out and left trails down her face.
She rested her head on her knees and stared at the boxes around her.
Just behind one, by the radiator on the wall, was a little book with a ribbon book mark. It looked like it had suffered water damage, and like there was also a pen with it in a small holder.
Unfolding her body and stretching her joints, she slowly crawled over to the box and pried the small journal from the crevice.
It was a journal meant for a small girl, like a secret diary. It was Lisa Frank, with rainbow butterflies, puppies, kittens and flowers.
She moved back to her corner, her ears and tail twitching, opened it and found it completely empty except for a few doodles on the first page of flowers, smiley faces and a heart with K+S in the middle and an arrow through it.
Does the pen still work? She took the pen from its strap and scribbled on the first page until ink began to show. She swallowed hard, flipped to the next page, gently pulling the two pieces of paper apart, and began to write.
Day 1.
