Sorry for the long delay, my parents took me away on a surprise holiday but I'm back with lots of cases. Enjoy.
Sunnyvale PD, Sunnyvale, California
"I can't thank you boys enough for coming out here," Detective Perry said shaking hands with Hotch.
"It's no problem, where can we set up?" Hotch replied looking around.
"We've set up a room next to our main office for you guys to work from," the Detective said leading them to a small room adjacent to the office.
"Thank you," Hotch said as the team walked in starting to set up.
"How long do you think it will take?" The Detective asked nervously rubbing his hands together.
"We don't know," JJ answered smiling at the detective. He rubbed his face before leaving continuing to rub his head.
"I don't think that's the answer he wanted," JJ muttered sitting down.
"Sunnyvale is the 9th safest city in America, the only crimes reported here are usually petty crimes," Alex stated taking her bag off and lifting out her file, "Detective Perry and the rest of the station aren't used to murders let alone a serial killer." JJ took out her file and started writing up a list of contacts.
"Good point Alex, the entire town will now be on edge due to the murders and it could strike up more violence," Hotch agreed.
"Better get started then," Rossi said throwing a marker at Alex.
1085 Tasman Dr, Sunnyvale, California
Prentiss, Morgan and Reid approached the crime scene carefully. The entrance facing the small house was covered in yellow crime scene tape. A Police Officer was stationed facing the tape shooing kids away.
"Agents Prentiss, Morgan and Reid," Prentiss said to the officer flashing her badge, "We're with the BAU."
"Carry on through, no not you two go home," the officer spoke to both the agents and the kids trying to get rid of them.
"Is old Granny Smith still there?" one kid on a bike said trying to look over. The agents walked on through as the officer made one last attempt to get rid of them.
"Well that's a bit morbid, kids wanting to look at a dead body," Prentiss commented looking over her shoulder.
"According to the report, it was kids that found the body in the first place, those two are probably curious as to what the body looked like," Reid replied starting to examine the area around the bloody mess.
"He first hit when her she was standing up," Morgan pointed to the blood next to the knocker on the door, "She fell and he hit her more." He indicated to the drag marks and blood splatter next to the door and all over the floor.
"He came in this way trampling over the flower beds," Reid added, "That would've caught her attention and her reaction caused him to attack her."
"After he killed her he stole money from her purse, walked across the road," Prentiss added following the drips of blood to the house facing them, "Cleaned his weapon and then left the street, possibly through that alleyway."
"Was there any indication in the report what the weapon could be," Morgan asked looking over at Reid.
"It just said it was a heavy blunt object," Reid replied looking over at the two kids as they gave up and left the scene.
"I think he killed her at this time on purpose," Reid said watching the kids, "he wanted the kids to find her, he wanted them to remember the image of the old woman beaten and bloody."
"The closest school is around the corner," Morgan added looking at the lawns, "Not a lot of these houses have cars so they'd walk their kids to and from school. Our UnSub knows the routines of the street so he would know when the parents leave to pick up their kids and when they'd be back."
"We should get back and let the rest of the team know," Prentiss said and they walked towards their SUV.
Sunnyvale PD, Sunnyvale, California
"It's almost exactly like the John Wayne Glover case of 1990 in Sydney," Alex said looking up at the facts on the white-board, "It would even go as far as to say this is a copy-cat case."
"It could be," Rossi agreed, "There's a lack of sexual violation when he attacks but that could be due to time constraints."
"Call Garcia and see if she found anything about past cases," Hotch said as JJ quickly dialled the number.
"Hey Garcia, be good you're on speaker," JJ said down the phone.
"What took you guys so long? I've been sitting here with these cases for hours, I felt abandoned," Garcia complained.
"Sorry Garcia we were working on the profile," JJ answered as Hotch rolled his eyes.
"I looked up cases regarding pensioners being attacked in Sunnyvale and didn't get anything so I widened my search to all of California and found hundreds mainly committed by the same 6 guys," Garcia said.
"Are any of them living in Sunnyvale?" Hotch asked as Reid, Prentiss and Morgan walked in.
"Three, oh two, one of them is serving time for theft," Garcia answered.
"Can you send their addresses to us?" Hotch asked.
"Sent them already," Garcia chirped happily.
"Thanks Garcia we'll call you if we need anything more," JJ said hanging up.
"What did you find at the scene?" Hotch asked.
"The UnSub attacks during the morning and at 2 because he wants the kids to see the bodies," Morgan said, "The last scene was close to an elementary school just like the others, he chooses those locations to leave the kids with a lasting memory of the murdered bodies."
"We have two suspects with previous convictions regarding pensioners, Morgan and Prentiss go question" Hotch began checking his phone for Garcia's information, "Christopher Forrester, David and I will go question Dominic Walsh." After Hotch gave his orders the team separated again leaving Reid, JJ and Alex in the office.
"If he wants the kids to see the bodies that would traumatise them, our UnSub might've witnessed a murder when he was younger," Alex started looking over at Reid, "Or seen a dead body which ruined him and now he wants the same for these kids."
"That's what I thought, why else would he want kids to lay witness to the mangled bodies?" Reid answered as JJ started to ring Garcia again.
"Hey Garcia, were any of those two guys witnesses to a murder when they were younger?" JJ asked putting the Technical Analyst on speaker.
"Nope, none of them even have offences from when they were younger," Garcia answered.
"Okay, Garcia I need you to work some tech magic," Alex said getting closer to the phone, "When they were younger, about five to twelve years old, were there any murders involving old people near where they lived?"
"Oh you are asking for magic," Garcia answered, they could hear her smiling as she spoke, "Luckily for you guys I'm the Hermione of tech stuff, I'll call back if I get anything." She hung up and Alex pulled away as Reid looked at her confused.
"Who's Hermione?" Reid asked.
"And this why you need to watch movies other than Sci-Fi," Alex said walking away, JJ smiled down at Reid before beginning to write up her Press Report.
"No seriously, who's Hermione?" Reid asked again following Alex.
"She's a witch in the Harry Potter series, when we get back I'm forcing you to sit through the films," Alex laughed lifting the information about their two suspects from the printer. Reid walked away looking scared.
771 N Fair Oaks Avenue, Sunnyvale, California
Prentiss and Morgan pulled up to the parking lot next to the condo and got out quickly. They walked up to the door and rang a few times. Finally a small man with mousy-brown hair answered peering up at them behind huge glasses.
"I don't want to buy anything," he mumbled attempting to close the door.
"That's good 'cause we're not selling anything, FBI," Morgan held the door open flashing his badge.
"You're here about those old ladies being murdered aren't you? You can leave now because it's not me," he opened the door showing he was using a cane to keep himself steady.
"Where were you yesterday at 2 o'clock?" Prentiss asked holding the door.
"Where I always am, at physiotherapy," he grumbled, "I had a stroke last year and go to physiotherapy every day." Prentiss and Morgan looked at each other; he couldn't be their UnSub.
"Thanks for your time sir, we might be in contact later on," Prentiss said leading Morgan away. The man looked at them one last time before closing the door.
"Get Garcia to validate his story, he seems too fragile to be our UnSub but he could still be him," Morgan unlocked the car climbing in followed by Prentiss who was already dialling Garcia's number.
"Hi, can you look up Christopher Forrester's medical records?" Prentiss asked as Morgan pulled away.
"Uh, he suffered a stroke last year and attends physiotherapy every day from 10 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon," Garcia answered quickly typing on her other computer.
"Is their anything that connects him with the victims?" Prentiss asked as Morgan sped towards the station.
"Just the school, Lakewood Elementary School is in the same area as the suspects and all five murders," Prentiss looked over at Morgan before thanking Garcia and hanging up.
"Lakewood Elementary School is in the same area as the murders and both suspects, maybe there was something that happened in that school that would've kick started the UnSub to start killing old people," Prentiss said as they approached the station.
"That could be it," Morgan turned the car around, "Call Reid and let him know, we're going to that school." Morgan sped off and Prentiss rang Reid.
96 Tasman Dr, Sunnyvale, California
Rossi and Hotch stood outside looking at the tiny house.
"He lives in the same area as the last victim," Rossi commented looking over the shabby house, "He would've known the routines of the street."
"According to our profile he's organised and controlled, look at this house," Hotch waved his hand over it, "It's dirty and shabby."
"If I spent all my time focusing on murder and learning the routines of the victim and their street my house would be dishevelled looking too," Rossi said walking towards the door. Hotch followed him and Rossi knocked on the door. A man came to the door reeking of alcohol, his hair was a mess and he had a rough looking beard. He had one hand on the doorframe and the other was clutching a beer bottle.
"Dominic Walsh? FBI," Hotch said flashing his badge.
"I didn't steal nothing," Walsh replied attempting to hide his bottle. Rossi checked his watch, it was only 12 o'clock and he was drunk.
"We're not here about theft, what do you know about old ladies being murdered in the area?" Hotch asked looking over the mans shoulder into his house. It was a filthy house that reeked of sweat and alcohol.
"Nothin' why?" he replied beginning to stagger.
"Just asking," Rossi replied pulling Hotch's shoulder and walking away.
"Clearly not our UnSub," Hotch grumbled getting into the car.
"Let's get back maybe Morgan and Prentiss had better luck," Rossi said as Hotch drove away from the shabby house.
Lakewood Elementary School, Sunnyvale, California
The kids were all running mad around the playground, giggling and playing happily. He looked over them pitying them, he knew later on that day some of them would see a sight that would leave them traumatised, like he was.
A little girl waved over at him smiling, he raised his hand and waved back before leaving to clean up the lunch hall. As he moped it he thought how gratifying it was going to be when he got his next kill and he'd get away with it every time. He licked his lips excitedly before moping up some spilt ketchup. The red goo got him excited and he had to contain his happiness in case someone seen him, but he knew no-one would see him later and no-one would be able to stop him. Not even the precious BAU that his idiot of a brother got in to help out. No, no one could catch him now.