Chapter 1: Sample

It wasn't hard to get the sample. Their information was everywhere and so accessible. A drop of blood was more than sufficient. With the advancement of PCR machinery, the amplification of DNA was no problem. Professor Savonski grinned while running the gel under the UV light. He surely was about to make a breakthrough in today's genetic studies.

He smiled back realizing how easy it actually was to get a hold on the DNA sample today. He had planned months ahead for this big day. He had no preference of whose DNA to collect rather he wanted it to be a surprise for himself. But that didn't work, did it. He was watching practically stocking the BAU team for months, studying each member in detail. He even visited some of their crime scenes to have a closer look at them. He quickly became fond of how they operated as a team, like puzzle pieces, perfectly fitting into each other. What one lacked, the other compensated.

Luckily, today they visited the coffee shop he was sitting at. He knew the young doctor's routine by heart. His plan was clear, replaying over and over in his mind. He sat and watch him enter the shop at the exact time he anticipated him to come. Now all he had to do was wait for him to order his coffee, take a sip from the cup. Then, he would place his leg right in front of his path, tripping him, hopefully slipping the cup and crushing to the ground. If there would be blood, he was going to pass a napkin or even wipe it himself off him. Otherwise he would just take the cup and escape with the sample.

But, the plan went down the drain when his boss Hotch too followed the young doctor closely behind. They were here together, ordering for the whole team. Suddenly, his plans were to be adjusted again. He quickly gave it a thought while watching them pick their orders. He took the small knife out of his pocket and stood up. He saw the pair approaching close to him, chatting, not paying attention to the figure ready to steal their life code in a zap.

And then it happened. The boss was inches away from him so he took the time to gently hold the knife in the right position to have the exposed arm of his specimen grazing against it. He felt the force, the skin breaking. But, the boss simply flinched and backed away. Hotch eyed the man and the professor quickly tossed the half cut apple in his other hand. Both members stopped and stared. The boss even inspected the small cut now drawing blood.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Professor exclaimed backing off. He was so thrilled to finally talk to them. He was sweating, not with fear but with excitement. The young doctor watched more keenly but the boss just nodded.

"No problem sir, but just be carefully with the sharp tools like that in public" He spoke in a demanding and confident voice. No wonder the team operator so well under his command. The professor apologized again, wanting to converse more but they simply left him and his apple behind.

Now under the dark room, in front of the UV light he kept repaying the morning scene over and over again in his mind. He was so proud of himself of how he kept himself composed the whole time today, of how he actually got to talk to them, especially the boss.

He was happy that the sample he took from the knife was of the boss, Aaron Hotchner. This way he could control the whole team very soon in any way wanted. The possibilities were enormous. He would need to jot his ideas down. In months, the dream team would be his.

After experimenting on six people already, he was sure that this time the clone would be perfect.

The world was full of strange people, Hotch thought. The small cut turned into a healing bruise already. He took another sip of the hot chocolate while sitting up in his bed tonight. Jack was fast asleep beside him as he continued to type on his laptop.

He loved working late nights, with no distractions. And tonight he needed all the attention. This case was so strange, unlike anything handled before. Six people were missing since last seven years. Two were found. One whose body was half mangled up and barely living and the other recent victim who had lost all mental abilities.

The older mangled victim passed away last year. His autopsy report presenting the impossible, the GI track unused as if of a newborn. It was strange on more levels than one, the victim was 27 years and had known to be eating by his family. How could he have an unused digestive track? Maybe he was a twin but still he was 27 year old twin who must have eaten in his life sometime. Surely the case blew the minds of the intelligent team. They were lost. The latest victim shared the same anatomical abnormalities. His GI track was too like that of a newborn, unused, with little to no bacterial culture yet.

Hotch wanted to get down to this case fast since it seemed to make no sense. Anything was possible and the unsub could make any move. Whatever that man was doing to these people was surely never done before. Sleep was miles away for Hotch as he read more, researched more on the internet, trying to make sense of the GI track dilemma.

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