"Hate Me" is by Blue October, and the song was picked for it's ability to sing what Sayen feels. She thinks Callia doesn't like her, but she doesn't know why, so she's going to do stupid stunts to justify Callia's animosity towards her. And all the while, Callia gets more and more irritate because of Sayen's idiocy. Okay, that's today's lecture. Thank you, come again.
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Chapter VI: Hate Me
"So the unsub is familiar with these jurisdictional lines," Lauren pointed at one. Hotch nodded, and she was encouraged. "Does that mean he's familiar with law enforcement in general?"
"If so, knowledge of law enforcement suggests a criminal record," said Henry. "He's done crimes before."
"Or that he watches television, and no one goes from law-abiding citizen to a cold-blooded murderer," Morgan shot the idea down. "May I?" he walked over to the large map pinned on the board.
"Actually, I was wondering if we could go to the crime scene where the last body was dumped," Gideon and Callia said at once.
It was times like this that Bela wished he was clairvoyant. Usually, just a person's body language and the smell of their pheromones were enough to tell what they were thinking. However, what Timothy was thinking suddenly didn't matter as much as how Bela was going to get away from the gun held to his head. Yes, times like these, Bela wished he could send mind messages to other people.
Of course, being adept at physical violence wasn't bad either.
A Seattle officer joined Morgan in the dirty, damp area under a bridge. "So, that's Gideon, the Gideon? The one who caught that guy, Adrian Bale, in Boston?" He and Morgan both kept their eyes on the scene.
"Yep, that's him. But catching him cost us six agents," Morgan said.
"The last victim was found with her nails clipped so she could fight back, but not hurt the unsub," Callia said, reading the report. "He also left the belt around her neck."
"So the unsub is in his early twenties," Gideon said.
"Why?" Callia asked challengingly.
"He's full of the arrogance that only comes from youth," he replied. "He clothed the body before he dumped it, which means remorse."
"Remorse?" Morgan was incredulous. "Gideon, look where we are. This is a garbage dump."
"Split personalities?" Emily suggested.
"Whoa! Easy, Peanut Butter!" said Sayen to Varda's poodle, who was barking at Henry.
"No, it's alright," said Henry. "Dogs and kids don't like anyone in my family. It's called the 'Gibson Effect.'"
"I'm sorry. She's been howling nonstop since my daughter disappeared. It's like she knows something's wrong," Ferrol Swan, husband of Miyo Swan, said worriedly.
"You look to young to have gone to medical school," said Ferrol.
"They're PhDs, not a medical degree," said Henry. "I have three of them," he smiled, not bragging.
"Are you a genius or something?" asked Ferrol.
"I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory and can read 20000 words per minute," Henry said. Varda's father gave him a look. "Yes, I am a genius."
"Does your daughter drive a Red Datsun?" Hotch asked.
"No, but she wants one as soon as she can drive," said Sayen.
"An immediate relationship is established between a buyer and a seller," said Henry.
"So there would be a level of trust," Sayen cottoned on. "Posing as a car seller, the unsub guy could get Varda in his car. But Varda wouldn't just hop in a car without an escape route. She knows what happened to me when I did that."
"What happened?" Hotch asked.
Sayen demurred. "I have to go," she said. She started to sing the Cullen's song again.
"Carlisle, is this your family?" she asked cheerfully before greeting them all by name. The pale family looked at her, then each other, in astonishment. She looked a little insulted. "Surely you all know me. I was there when you all transformed, except for Jasper and Alice."
"That was a long time ago," said Emmett, the youngest. "Even for me."
"But I do remember your voice," Rosalie said with a neutral expression on her face. "Carlisle took Emmett inside the house to change him, you gave him a pill you said an Asian girl gave you and he stopped hurting. You were upset because you had sex with someone."
"And you were there when I was turned, and Rosalie too. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you at first. Are you a vampire too?" Esme asked.
"She's human," Edward said, awed. "I hear her telling me to get out of her secrets, because anything I want to know about her, all I need to do is ask." He leaned forward, straining. "And now I can't read her at all."
"I'm not the only human you'll meet whom you can't read," she said. "I'm Sayen Reid."
"Sayen? But the first time we met, before I was changed, you said your name was Elizabeth," Carlisle looked a little hurt.
"Sayen is an American Indian name that you wouldn't have heard in the 17th century, and I don't think you would have taken too well to the fact that I'm a time traveler." Sayen looked apologetic and scared.
"Why are you here, Sayen?" Carlisle asked. "I didn't call for you and no one is being changed, so why this impromptu visit?"
"I came to talk to Rosalie," Sayen faced the blonde. "I can let you have babies, but it's gonna take a lot of energy, so I need Carlisle right here."
"How?" Rosalie's eyes were bright.
"I can transfer the life from my womb to yours."
"How can a human do that?" Rosalie's voice was haughty.
"I can jump across centuries but you don't think I can do a partial life transfer? I did a whole life transfer earlier; I should be able to do this."
"But doesn't that mean you can't have children? I don't wish that fate on anyone."
"Rosalie, I have an extra X chromosome, which means the chances of me getting pregnant are about a zillion to one. I can't have sex a zillion times! I don't have that kind of time! But you do," Sayen said gently.
Rosalie nodded quickly. "Do it."
"I'm going to warn you, though, this makes me partially a vampire and you partially human. Please avoid anything that can potentially hurt your stomach," Sayen said.
Rosalie nodded impatiently, but dutifully, and Sayen knew her words were taken seriously. "Just do it already!"
This time, it didn't drain nearly as much energy. Sayen drew a line from her stomach to Rosalie's. Rosalie's end of the line was a dark plum color, almost black. Sayen's end was a shade of yellow so pale it was almost white. But so slowly it was almost unnoticeable, the colors reversed themselves.
"Are you alright?" Sayen asked Rosalie.
Rosalie nodded. "I think so. Can I get pregnant now?"
Carlisle touched Rosalie's stomach, then Sayen's. Rosalie's was warmer, and he could feel a pulse under the skin.
Rosalie was partially alive!
And Sayen felt a little nauseous. She got to her feet rather unsteadily, ready to sing and leave, but called to Bela instead. Where was a good teleportation device when you needed one? She heard a few grunts in the background and her eyes widened.
"He's obviously a paranoid psychotic," said Callia. "He dressed the bodies before they were dumped."
"But he wouldn't have dumped the body like garbage if he were paranoid," Henry pointed out.
"Callia has some good points," Hotch said.
"Reid," Callia stood up and Hotch realized she was taller than he was. "Not Callia—Reid."
"What Gibson says makes more sense," Morgan argued.
Gideon stared at the map of the area, listening. "Stop," he said as the profilers began to argue loudly. "Tell them we're ready," he told Hotch. Hotch nodded, and both men left.
"What?" Morgan asked, staring at the two before facing Callia and Henry. "Cal, you good with this? We got your friend, who's only got a few hours to live, an incomplete profile, and a unit chief on the verge of a nervous breakdown."
"They don't call them nervous breakdowns anymore," said Gideon as he came back in to take a marker before leaving.
"It's called a major depressive episode," said Henry, not even looking up. "And if you want to live, don't call her Cal."
"I know, Gibson!" Morgan snapped. The trio left.
"The unknown subject, or unsub, is a white male in his late twenties, someone who blends into any crowd, and has a criminal record. He's organized, psychopathic, not psychotic, and smart," Henry said nervously. He glanced over at Callia, then backed into a corner.
"The killer rapes his victims," Callia spoke up from her place at the wall. When she knew all eyes were on her, she walked forward. "However, since it is rape without penetration, he's most likely impotent."
"He has a history of paranoia stemming from a childhood trauma, like the death of a family member or friend," Gideon continued, pacing. He made sure he made eye contact with each officer at least once. "Organized killers have a fascination with law enforcement, so he will inject himself into the investigation.," he followed this with a flowing arm motion. "That is why I think—as a matter of fact, I know—you have already interviewed him."
"What's going on now?" Sayen asked, walking in breathlessly.
"That depends. Where have you been?" asked Callia.
"There's gonna be time for that. I just need to know where we are on the kidnapping case," Sayen said.
"We think the kidnapper is Richard Slessman," said Hotch. "We need to get to his address."
"Is his house occupied?" Sayen asked.
"Of course it's occupied!" Morgan said, giving her a surprised look.
"I meant if it's occupied by other people. I don't want SWAT sent into a house with little kids," Sayen said.
Morgan turned to Hotch. "Hotch, she's right. We need to get Slessman out alone."
Hotch nodded and took his thumbnail out of his mouth. "We need an undercover agent who isn't afraid to travel alone with Slessman."
"I'll do it," Sayen said quickly. "I'll do whatever it takes."
Hotch and Callia looked at each other, both knowing neither could talk Sayen out of what she had decided to do, and forgetting about the news she had.
"How can we be sure to get Slessman out alone?" asked Callia.
Sayen frowned thoughtfully until a smile spread slowly across her face. "Well, only guys who want to be macho men drive Jeep Cherokees, right?" she asked. "Well, we appeal to his masculine side. I say that I need help, and he'll have to prove his manly side."
"Good job," Hotch looked at her, clearly impressed.
"Not really. If Sayen was Varda and vice versa, we would have had Sayen back from the get-go," Callia said disparagingly.
"You hate me," Sayen spat, shaking. She ran out the door.
Callia was quiet, but Hotch knitted his eyebrows together. Something wasn't right here.
Sayen knocked rhythmically on the door, and an elderly woman opened it. "Hi, you may not know me, but I live nearby. Um, I came home and the door was open, but the lights were off. I was wondering if you could spare someone to come with me to make sure there's no one inside," Sayen said.
No, I am not going to tell you where Sayen went. Not yet. You're going to have to wait for Criminal Finds to be finished first. And unfortunately, it will take a while.
Next time on Tesseraction, the killer calls Sayen and Callia gets pissed off. "Listen, you dirty rotten sonuvabitch, I-" Callia stopped abruptly. "No, I don't want my penis enlarged. Thank you, and don't ever call here again."