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Eventually, the team had gotten up to speed on their new case. Thankfully, the journey had taken so long that Hotch and Rossi (now even more cheerful since he had managed to make it to an appropriate place to vomit, and hadn't stunk the jet out) had both made somewhat full recoveries. Upon landing, the team were ready for another UnSub, another shitty day at the office.
It turned out to be an even shittier case than they were expecting—all cases involving kids were terrible, but this UnSub was proving to be even more prolific than they had known about, with another fifteen young girls raped and murdered added to the five they had already known about, before the day was up. By the next day, they had over thirty confirmed dead.
It took two days to track the UnSub down.
It took two days for all of the team members to feel completely and utterly demoralized.
The mass graves they found—the children looked like dolls, used and broken and tossed away, like so much trash. And, of course the UnSub was married. And, of course the UnSub had children. And of course they were two girls, two little girls. Frightened and scared and abused. But alive. Alive, but so, so dead inside. JJ wondered if they wouldn't have been better off dead.