The Tale of a Man and the Monsters
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are owned by DC Comics, and The Mark Gordon Company, respectively. I earn no money writing this, just happiness.
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"Mr. Falcone, do you realize that, however, a team from FBI has currently established an investigation in our fine city?" Jonathan leaned forward and folded his hands. It was nice to have information that the head mobster of Gotham didn't have.
"When did this happen? None of my sources said anythin' about the FBI being here?" Falcone looked over at the henchman to his right, who just shrugged. Falcone waved him off.
"Oh, but they're here. They'll quickly be able to see through your corrupt cops, and none of us can afford that sort of mistake. It may be your city, but this ... Is not just about you," Jonathan stared straight into Falcone's eyes. The mobster leaned back into his leather seat, feeling uncomfortable with those cold blue eyes boring into his soul.
"I would suggest that you get your cops to behave with the team Falcone. Do whatever they want and get them out of here," Ra's al Ghul spoke from his shadowy corner.
"Don't worry, I'll send the word to catch this guy. The feds'll be out of here in no time," Falcone sniffed at the idea of the FBI spending more time in Gotham.
"Good. You two may go. Falcone, the shipment will be coming a month. Be sure to deliver the rabbits to our good doctor when they arrive." Jonathan nodded and left as quickly as he entered.
"Don't worry, I will. It'll be the same hour as last time, right?"
"Yes. Now go, I'm sure you're just itching to tell your officers to actually do their job."
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Morgan walked into the briefing room that the team had and immediately called Garcia. The tech-girl quickly picked up the phone with a quick punch of a button.
"Board of Super-awesome, president speaking," her fingers were ready to start typing, and a pen was tucked behind her ear for easy access.
"Baby girl, we need your help," Morgan smiled, despite the desperate situation.
"Of course you do. Shoot."
"Can you track down all previously rich guys in the area? Preferably those who have lost their money only recently."
"Please, that's going to be too easy," fast typing took place. "Okay, I'm going to need something better than that, because there's a lot of now poor schmucks in Gotham."
"Aw, come on sweetheart, it can't be that hard."
"Mister, I know you have more information to give me, and I demand you give it to me," she commanded.
"Oh, demanding little fox. Guys under 25."
"You forgot to say please, but.. Okay. You've got .. 20 names now," she tapped her thumb on the space bar without pressing it.
"Please, can you check which ones only had places in Gotham City when they were rich?"
"Still a lot, 15. Though I don't get why they'd want to stay in Gotham City." There was a tapping of a pen, as Garcia looked at the screen covered in news paper articles concerning Gotham's fallen economy, and high crime rate. There were reports concerning the mob, but they were less and less of those as time went on.
"What do you mean by that?"
"That place is a pool of evil. I'd suggest you'd all high-tail it out of there if it weren't for the psycho doing... That, there. To those women."
"Yeah, I know. Can you check which ones are fit?"
"Oh, that'll be easy. Give me a challenge. We're down to 5 guys now."
"I'm putting you on speaker now, give us the list."
"Hey guys. Okay we got a Charles Brooks, Anthony Delgado, Joshua Franks, Tylor Todd, and finally, Victor Zsasz. Their addresses have been sent to your PDAs."
"Thanks baby girl, you're the best."
"Garcia, um. Can you tell us how each of them lost their money?" Reid needed to know how each of them lost their money, the profile saidtheunsub was upset at the idea of having to pay someone else.
"Not for Charles Brooks. He couldn't have done it," Gideon injected. "His whole family lost their fortune. That's why the parents seemed more upset by the bloodied furniture."
"Okay, well, for Delgado, he defrauded on his taxes. A lot. He tried blaming his accountant, but his accountant was proven innocent. Franks, however, was lucky enough to win the Power-ball lottery, and quickly spent all his money on a new house, a new car, and expensive furniture."
"Cross out Franks," Hotchner pointed to Elle, who was standing by the board, "continue Garcia."
"Ah-hem," she cleared her throat.
"Continue, amazing goddess," Hotchner smiled at the open phone.
"Thank you. Okay, Todd... He seemed to loss it all in a bad investment. Apparently, the company he thought was legit turned out to be scamming him for all he's worth, and left him living with his parents again. Ouch. As for Mr. Zsasz here, he's pretty much the opposite of Franks."
"Why do you say that Garcia?" Reid tapped an open pen into the palm of his hand without realising.
"Well.. His parents died three and a half months ago in boat accident. Zsasz fell into a depression, and lost all his money," the clacking of keys quickened, "gambling. Poor guy."
"Thanks baby girl. You're the best," Morgan picked up the phone, preparing to shut the phone.
"You know it." She hung up, and Morgan put his phone back into the carrying case.
"So, we're down to Delgado, Franks and Zsasz," Elle crossed her arms looking at the board.
"Get the addresses to that.. Detective Gordon, get arrest warrants on these guys. We need to catch this guy before he devolves," Gideon waved at Hotchner, while approaching the board. The women's poses continued to mock them.
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While the BAU team tracked down possible suspects, a large amount of the cops sitting around the station received a mass text that came from the real boss of the police. Many of them checked at different times, to try and lower any suspicion from the good cops that actually tried their best for Gotham City.
The text read: 'Work with the feds. Catch the guy. Delete this message ASAP.' Something was definitely up in the crime world, as Flass needed to know. He knew he shouldn't call the number, but considering how desperate Falcone seemed, it was likely that he was going to talk more about what those deliveries were about. Flass speed-dialed in Falcone's number.
"What is it Flass?" Falcone sounded stressed.
"What's goin' on? You actually want us to work?"
"Yes, this psycho is killing innocent women. I don't like the idea of this guy taking down so many young women in my city. Especially since the Feds are here."
"Is a delivery goin' to happen?"
"You heard nothin' about no delivery, got it? I'll talk to you later, apparently, every bone head is just as lost as you." The small radio in the undercover car began reporting a new murder, similar to the others, but instead of a young woman, it was an older man.
"This station has just been informed that the 21st victim in a string of murders has been found his car near the police station, at the corner of 19th and Pulaski Road. No officers have arrived on the scene to confirm or deny this information."
"Damn it," Flass slammed the wheel, and tossed the remains of his snack out the window.
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Detective Gordon was on the phone with Judge Faden, trying to explain how he needed arrest warrants for the three suspects.
"Look, I'm sure the profilers are great and all, but there's no evidence." It was pretty obviously that this judge wasn't going to cooperate with Gordon at all, like many of the judges in the city.
"Faden, as long as this guy is out there, more people are going to die. Do you really want that on your hands?"
"Give me a second, I just got something on my desk," Faden put the phone on mute, and picked up the envelope, "Where'd this come from?"
"Some guy told me to give this to you," the mail-boy shrugged, and continued his rounds. Faden opened his drawer to get his letter opener to find it missing. He sighed, and tossed the envelope down to further check the drawer. After only seconds of searching, he quit, and wrote a note to have a new one ordered. He opened the large envelope roughly, only to drop it as soon as he saw what was inside.
"You've got your warrents. Just get this guy. And send a unit to my office, I've got evidence for you," he told Gordon. He found his letter opener, covered in blood.
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The warrents were printed as quickly as possibly, and road block was set up around the Judge, as well as the new scene.
"Whoever it is, he's devolving, and fast," Morgan stood at the head of the car with Gideon. Police lights flashed all around, and the gas station owner was being questioned by Hotchner and the police. The unsub had gotten this guy when he was pulling in to get his gas, and left him in a position where he was reaching to shut off his car, while was still running at this time.
"We've already given the police all we can, we can't exactly tell them who's going to be next," Elle rubbed her forehead to try and relieve some of the building stress. Originally, she had desperately wanted this job, but with each case, it just wore her down more and more.
"But we can still lower the profile to one guy," Gideon paced back and forth next to the pumps.
"Delgado would be angry with feds, he wouldn't kill women trying to pay their debts, he would be killing office works from the IRS, accountants. If he was killing," Reid pointed out, and continued along his track of thought, "and Todd's living with his parents, he's trying to get back on his feet. He had some bad luck, but not enough to make him want to kill someone. It has to be Zsasz. Not only did he lose all his money, he lost his parents."
"Get the information out, we're looking for Victor Zsasz."
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Author note: I feel like a creepy stalker because of this story. I had to look up places in Chicago (Where a numbers of scenes from Batman Begins/The Dark Knight were shoot), and find places that work with the actual city. On the corner of 19th and Pulaski Road is actually a gas station. :/
The main point of this chapter was to get the team down to a single suspect. And such. It was less about establishing a relationship between our good doctors, and more about establishing the corruption in Gotham, and how hard it is to live there.
Once more, point out any spelling mistakes or incomprehensible grammar.