A/N: as promised this chapter is longer. it isn't beta'd so pleas forgive the mistakes! thank you for all of the response this story got! And please keep it coming. Remember your opinions are always welcome, anyway here it is.
Breaking Point : Chapter two
"This case sucks." Derek exclaims as we park behind the local police officers squad car. The officer whose name is Office Harris, had met us at the airstrip and escorted us to the crime scene.
"It's going to be a tough one, hopefully Garcia can narrow down our suspect list so we can find this girl fast." I respond.
"When does baby girl not come through for us?" Morgan points out.
"true , we better get out there and get this over with." I suggest looking out the window. Officer Harris was standing beside his police car with his arms crossed impatiently across his chest. We faced this a lot on out of town cases, the local cops felt we were taking over and often gave us the cold shoulder. We quickly unbuckle our seat belts and exit the SUV.
"We appreciate you bringing us out here." I attempt to lighten the hostile tension between the three of us. However it doesn't he just grunts in response and turns around walking under the police tape. Morgan and I exchange amused glances before following him. "This is where the body, if you can call it that was found." The police officer motions to a spot beside the green dumpster. He then proceeds to tell us the exact circumstances of the discovery of the victim. Morgan and I mentally take notes as we silently observe our surroundings. Twenty minutes later we have what we need and head to the police station.
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(Hotch &Rossi)
Rossi and I ride to the Coroners office in silence, as we pull into the parking lot Dave is the first to speak.
"You ready for this?" He inquires.
"As ready as I'm going to get." I reply putting the black SUV into park. I tun to Dave before continuing. "are you ready?"
"Yeah, Lets get this over with?" He unbuckles his seat belt and opens the door I follow suit and we go meet up with the coroner.
"you must be the FBI." A tall black man greets us cheerfully.
"Yes sir, Agents Dave Rossi and Aaron Hotchner." I introduce us. "You must be Dr. Cambridge."
"That's me. It's a pleasure to meet you guys, if you would like to get started, what you are looking for is right this way." He turns and leads us to a wall of drawers. " I gotta warn you though it's not a pretty sight."
"we understand." Dave answers as Dr. Cambridge opens up one of the drawers. The sight before us is certainly worse than in the crime scene photos.
"what can you tell us about the victims?" I request doing my best to hold my composure.
"well to begin, during our initial examination I discovered that the skin was removed while the victims were still alive resulting in exanguination which is cause of death, after closer examination I discovered many puncture wounds all non fatal, I made a mold of the wound to help identify the weapon." The Doctor points to various spots on the body. "I ran a rape kit and found evidence of sexual assault however there was no fluids. Do you have any other questions?" he finishes.
"What about T,O.D are you sure they were all killed after three days?" Dave asks
"yes, according to liver temp." the doctor answers.-
"based on your experience how much medical training would one need to be able to remove the skin like this?" I point to the body of our latest victim, Kate Duncan.
" they would have to have finished the 6th year of medical school." he tells us.
'"okay thank you, if we have any more questions will you be available." Dave asks as we prepare to leave.
"yes, Agent Rossi." he begins writing some numbers on a piece of paper. "Here is my cell you can call me when ever you need."
"okay thanks." With a slight nod of my head we accept the phone number and head back to the police station.
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Derek and I are the last two to meet up in our assigned conference room following Hotch and Rossi by seconds. As we take a seat around the table Reid and JJ are just putting the finishing touches to the evidence board and map.
"Emily, Derek." Hotch turns toward us, his usual stern expression in place. "how did it go at the crime scene?" he inquires.
"we didn't find anything we didn't already know. Officer Harris did inform us that the victims were dumped next to dumpsters that were scheduled for pick up the day the victims were discovered." Morgan answers.
"this unsub wants these victims found, he wants people to know what he has done." I suggest from beside the coffee pot as I pour my self a cup
"so why not go to the press." JJ questions/
"that's one question we need to answer, we also need to know what caused the unsub to break. Why start killing now. The coroner informed us that the unsub would have to have completed at least 6 years of medical school, so this unsub is in his late twenties to early forties." Dave interjects.
The rest of the day goes pretty smooth the 6 of us spend it going over all the files and evidence while Garcia works her magic. Finally at 5 pm Hotch's phone rings getting all of our attention.
"Garcia what do you have for us?" he answers after looking at his caller ID. At his greeting he has all of our attention as we listen to his side of the conversation.
'yes, they're here'... 'right what did you find' he grabs a pen and some paper 'repeat that first one'... 'okay we'll let you know thanks Garcia'. Hotch hangs up and turns to us.
"I had Garcia run a check for men fitting our criteria in a 25 mile radius based on the dump sites she's got it narrowed down to to four suspects, Andrew Daniels 35 Nathan brooks 32 Jonas Parker 29 and George Holmes 40. Garcia sent their personal information to your pda's. Reid ,Prentiss, Morgan, and Rossi I want you to split up and interview them take a officer with you remember it's just a basic interview to narrow down the list even further. JJ and I are going to stay here and present the profile, we'll meet up here at 7 to compare notes." he says.
We say our goodbyes and head our separate ways. Morgan goes to Parker's, Rossi Goes to Brooks', Reid goes to Holmes' and I take Daniels. Much to my misfortune I get stuck ridding with Harris. I spent the 25 minute drive to Daniels house ignoring Harris' cheesy attempt at pick up lines while I review the information Garcia had sent about Daniels on my PDA. I didn't want to be unprepared.
Andrew Daniels was a 35 year old bachelor, unmarried, no kids etc. he was currently unemployed having lost his medical license shortly after returning from Iraq 3 month ago. He fit the profile on paper but I wouldn't know more till I met him in person. Moments later we come to a stop outside the suspects house.
"do you mind if I wait out here, I need to call my wife and then I'll meet you in there." Harris requests. From the drivers seat. I whip my head toward him incredulously, hadn't he just spent the last 20 minutes hitting on me what the hell...
"that's fine." I reply calmly and exit the car and walk toward the door. Harris opens the door a few minutes after I knock dressed only in a pair of jeans.
"Andrew Daniels?" I ask. He nervously runs his hands through his black hair ( think McDreamy but with green eyes)
"yes that that's me." I notice the slight tensing of his shoulders as he replies.
"I'm Emily Prentiss with the FBI," I show him my badge " can we go inside and have a seat I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"uh sure what's this about?"he offers a charming smile as he holds the door open farther allowing me entrance.
" I wanted to ask you a few questions about a murder that occurred last night." I answer as he leads me into his living room. If he hadn't had his back to me I might of noticed the flash of anger in his eyes but I didn't. He turns to me a smile on his face.
"of course why don't you make yourself comfortable," he says motioning to the couch. ' I'm going to run and put a shirt on and I'll be right back." at his last statement he turns and walks off. I take the moment to observe his living room. There are pictures lining the shelf above the fireplace so I go closer and investigate. The pictures are of Daniels and a brunette woman who bears a fairly strong resemblance to the victims. Some of the photo's are taken from in the house, some outdoors one from Paris and the last one looked like an engagement photo that you would see in a news paper. Realizing that this was our unsub I reach in my pocket and grab my phone to dial Hotch's number. However, a voice behind me stops me.
"i wouldn't do that if I were you." Daniels says from behind me. " any sudden movements and I shoot," I hear the safety being removed form his gun. " throw me your gun," he instructs. Well shit this isn't good I tell myself as I reach for my own gun. I was alone with a crazed psycho while bozo was out in the car talking on the phone. I had to think quick. As I toss my gun I lunge at him low trying to avoid his gun if he did shoot it was my only chance. Daniels falls backwards on to the floor and I land on top of him. He instantly rolls me over so that he is on top of me holding my arms down making it hard for me to fight back. I struggle beneath him trying to fight him off of me using all of my FBI training, but it is fruitless Daniels is a big guy of 6 ft 4 , at least 200 pounds. I call out hoping Harris will hear me even though I know he won't. Out of the corner of my eye I see our guns lying on the floor about a foot and a half a way. However so does he. After a little more of a struggle I manage to get one of my restrained arms free and my fingers wrap around a gun just as a black metal object comes flying at me head...
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