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Belongs to CBS and Wes Craven and New Line Cinema. I use some characters from Nightmare On Elm Street 1. All capitals are intentional.
At the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia, two days later, SSA Agents Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Analyst Penelope Garcia, Aaron Hotchner, SSA Dr. Spenser Reid, and Senior SSA David Rossi were gathered around their desk.
"Okay, JJ, what've we got?" Derek asked.
"Kyle Buckner, sixteen-years old, slashed to death with what appears to have been four razors," JJ answered.
"Dang, who would do that?" Emily wondered.
"That's what some of his relatives want us to find out. According to them, Kyle was the third kid to die," JJ replied.
"And we're just now being told about this?" Rossi questioned.
"Yeah. For some reason everyone else just wanted it to be hushed up…including his parents," JJ told them.
"Why? That makes no sense," Reid stated.
"Seriously. If there's some kind of serial killer on the loose, you'd think the locals would want extra help," Derek agreed.
"Well, we'll be going anyway. Everyone gear up," Rossi instructed. Everyone did so, and moments later, they were on a plane.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Reid questioned.
"Springwood, Ohio," Rossi answered as everyone looked at their information. Or rather, the lack thereof.
"This is really weird. There's no information on this town at all," Emily commented.
"Almost like they don't want people to know something," Morgan mused.
"Yeah, but the question is: why? What would be so bad a whole town would want to erase its existence?" Emily wondered. Meanwhile, at the home of Kyle Buckner, Captain Donald Thompson, Lt. Ernesto Garcia, and Sgt. Frank Parker were canvassing the scene along with some other officers.
"Nothing. No sign of forced entry or footsteps, or anything. It's definitely him, Sir," Sgt. Parker answered. Before he could continue, a small group of people came up.
"We saw Kyle. It's a total mess," one of the men said.
"No joke. He looked like he had been filleted," another man--an African-American stated.
"Kincaid," one of the women hissed, jabbing him in the side with an elbow. Captain Thompson looked at the officers. Joseph "Joey" Crusel, Roland Kincaid, Kristen Parker, Rick Johnson, his sister Alice, her son Jacob, Rod Lane, and his daughter Nancy were a formidable team. They were the Dream Police, officers who patrolled the Dream World protecting Springwood from the terror known as Fred Krueger.
"What I don't understand is how he even had a dream," Nancy commented.
"Maybe he forgot to take his Hypnocil," Joey suggested.
"But that's why we started mixing it into the food. In case someone forgets to take a pill," Kristen reminded him. While this conversation was going on, Sgt. Parker had gotten a call on his radio.
"Uh, Sir?" he asked after a while.
"What is it, Parker?" Cp. Thompson questioned.
"We've got a problem," Sgt. Parker stated.
"You mean besides--" Cp. Thompson began to ask.
"'Fraid so. The FBI's on its way," Sgt. Parker told them.
"Oh, great. That's just what we need: a bunch of feds muckin' up the works," Kincaid complained.
"How long did they say they'd be?" Cp. Thompson questioned.
"Dispatch said a couple hours," Sgt. Parker answered.
"Okay, that gives us a little bit of time to come up with a cover story," Cp. Thompson commented.
"How should I act this time, Daddy? Ditzy or hard-core?" Nancy wondered.
"Hard core," Rod answered before her father could. "You look so hot and sexy when you're all bad,' he continued, slinging an arm around her neck and leaning into her.
"Rod!" Nancy chided in embarrassment. Kincaid, Joey, Kristen, Rick, and Alice stifled laughs while Jacob merely rolled his eyes.
"Well, there's nothing more we can do right now, so you guys go back to the station and right up your reports," Cp. Thompson replied.
"Yes, Sir," the group said together, and then walked away. Nancy blew a breath. She almost couldn't believe that there had been another killing. They were so few and far between since the Dream Police had come about. And now the F.B.I. was getting involved. This wouldn't end well. Two hours later, the BAU team met Nancy in an interrogation room.
"Look, I don't know why you're even here. We have everything under control," Nancy told them.
"Ma'am, three kids have already died and for some reason, this town doesn't seem to want a put a stop to it," Agent Morgan responded.
"Of course we want it stopped. But you can't help us. You'll only get in the way," Nancy shot back.
"Miss Thompson--" David began.
"No!" Nancy interrupted. "We've worked for years to keep this contained to Springwood! And now we have you yahoos here who will only take over the case and than proceed to completely muck it up!" she shouted.
"Miss Thompson, we only want to help," Emily said.
"You want to help? Then get out of our town," Nancy told them. With that, she walked out of the room. For a moment, the team was silent.
"Well, that didn't go very well, did it?" Spencer questioned.