"... But to that second circle of sad hell, Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm." – Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Looking over the case file, Reid was looking at every possible pattern that he could, while everyone else talked about the victims and their families, as well as the sites, and how the girl had been returned.
"Eight victims," he whispered softly.
"What Reid," Derek asked.
"When did the first girl return home?" he asked as he started going over the case.
"3:00 AM this morning, why?" Rossi asked.
"3 in the afternoon is symbolized as the believed time of Jesus Christ revival from the dead, subsequently, 3 am is known as the witching hour, a mock to the belief of Christ's return," Reid said, going over the file.
"Seven girls were taken along side the eighth, right, and one was sent back today, right…"he said as he began writing out the information on a large piece of paper.
"Are you saying we can expect at least one girl back every day?" Rossi asked.
"All but one… these other girls aren't his real target, she is…" Reid said and looked at the photo of Elizabeth.
I don't own Criminal Minds, but I do own the plot line and the other characters around the team.
However, some of the information I am using his real, some of it is not. Some of the places are real, some of them are not; so don't worry about that.
The idea for this story came from a Criminal Minds marathon, other things, and the reading of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy.