"We're starting to see some improvement. The kids are getting settled in on the line-up and we're coming together." – Rick Jackson
"The first one gets us started, but we'll keep going after that, I promise." – Mark Bernard
It was still early morning when the jet landed in Kalispell. They were met by the local police chief himself who waited with a deputy and two black Chevrolet Tahoes.
"You must be the FBI group, glad to have you here, I'm chief Scotts and that's deputy Kipel," He reached out to shake Hotch's hand.
"Agent Hotchner, these are special agents Gideon, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Reid, he introduced the team pointing each one out as he shook Scotts hand.
"You need any help loading up?" Kipel asked looking around for any bags or equipment.
"I think we can handle it thanks," Morgan assured him as he opened the back of one of the Tahoes. The team had carried their to go bags and any files they brought had been spread out among them. They had all their gear loaded and were piling into the SUV's in no time. They drove down highway 93 the main highway for quite a few miles before taking an exit into a big town. They drove some smaller highways before getting onto an actual main street. At the far end of an almost picturesque town was the Kalispell police station just off main street. It was a rather modern looking two story building surrounded by a few other business and across from a small suburb like community. They parked out front and Scotts lead them through the station giving them a quick tour. It was like many of the other stations they had been to on their vast cases. A secretary desk out front but behind bullet proof glass and a partition wall beyond that leading to a bull pen full of desks and officers. There were various offices on one side of the building, restrooms and a lunchroom on another and interrogation and conference rooms on the remaining two sides. Scotts lead them to one of the larger conference rooms. It held a large table surrounded by several chairs, there were white boards set up along one wall and two computers opposite. There was also a small portable TV on a push cart in the corner. There were three file boxes waiting on the table for them.
"Pulled all the files for you, but you can ask the officers if there's something more you need. I trust you don't need me for this next part and I have some things that need checking on. Give me a holler you need anything or when you're ready. My men can help you with anything else you need." With that Scotts left them to get to work.
"All right, Reid start a geographical profile, Prentiss see if you can get down to the morgue today, see if they have any more evidence off the bodies. Morgan you and Gideon should see about visiting the last crime scene. It's local about half an hour from here. JJ see what the press has gotten hold of so far." Hotch gave out usual orders before delving into the boxes of files and beginning to spread them out in order.
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Gideon and Morgan went out and looked around the bull pen. They spotted an officer who looked to be just finish some paperwork and approached him.
"Hi, you think you could help us out for a moment?" Gideon asked as they approached him.
"You guys must be the FBI, what do you need?" The officer looked a little apprehensive and annoyed. Most likely because they had been called in to work a case the officers thought they could handle.
"Could you give us directions to the last crime scene," Morgan handed him a paper with the address of the scene on it from the case folder he'd taken.
"Oh yeah, take main street down to 73rd and Maple, turn left and follow Maple about seven miles. Turn right onto Black Crow and left again on 12th about fifteen miles after that, you'll come to St. James cemetery. You can't miss it. The tape should still be up, we have an officer going by there every couple a hours making sure no one goes there till it's cleaned up. They been waiting on you to do that so they might be around too." The officer gave Morgan back the paper and walked around them to go turn in his own paper work.
"Guess we're off then," Morgan tucked the paper into the case folder and they left for the crime scene.
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Prentiss had better luck in finding a more friendly officer to tell her how to get to the hospital where the morgue they were using was. It wasn't far, about twenty minutes and with almost no traffic she made it in to time at all. However finding the morgue in the hospital was a little trickier. She got turned around a few times before arriving at the right door. She had been given a key pass when she had checked in at the front desk to admittance so she used it to let herself in. The ME was expecting her as she'd called ahead. The ME was a middle aged man of average height with dirty blond hair going grey at the temples, a thin nose, kind grey eyes and thin lips over a square chin.
"Ah you must be Agent Prentiss, I'm Doctor Sinnger. I understand you have some questions for me about a case," He held out a hand for a firm shake that didn't last long. "Why don't we go into the office, we can sit down and it's a little less chilly." He lead the way past a wall of little metal doors and two empty autopsy tables. At the far end of the room were two office door, they entered the larger of the two. A desk with two chairs in front and a chair and large bookshelf behind it took up most of the space. Dr. Sinnger sat at his desk and Prentiss sat across from him.
"You did an autopsy on a man named Peter Cosler recently, victim of a homicide. I was wondering if there was any new evidence or evidence on the body after his effects were taken. We got the medical reports so anything from the outside?" Prentiss started right at the point. No use getting around it. Dr. Sinnger just nodded and took a file from the right hand corner of his desk.
"Yes, just the other day. Not much left to do with him the poor man. I know what he was, but no one deserves to die like that. There were more hairs and some foreign trace, but it was the same as what was collected from his cloths. I had them sent to the local lab anyway so I could get to the internal exam. There is nothing else left here but the body I'm sorry you have seem to wasted a trip. Is there anything else I can tell you with while you are here?" Dr. Sinnger flipped through his notes, most likely out of habit.
"No, thank you for your time" Prentiss got up to leave.
"Not at all, I hate to say it but I'm sure I'll see you again. I have preformed three autopsies for your case already and I fear I will have to do another. Good luck to you Agent Prentiss." Sinnger walked her back to the door.
"Thank you," and with that Prentiss left the doctor and headed out to report back to Hotch.
(Sorry for such the long wait but I had a string of bad luck lately. Summer classes started, I fell ill, and my internet and computer crashed. But It's okay now, classes are in a set schedule, I'm on the mend, and I finally got my computer fixed and the tech guy to redo my net connection. More chapters coming soon and the pace will pick up a bit. Thanks for waiting.)