So this is my first of Criminal minds, so bear with me. I hope you like it. It used to be called Foreign Love, but I changed the title to Foreign addition. I hope you like the changes. If anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear it. Also I'd like to ask you who you would like to see her with. First I had thought Morgan but now I'm open to suggestiong from you guys. I hope you let me know what you think after reading the chapter.
I do not own Criminal Minds.
Morgan's POV
"So what do we know about this new one?" Reid asked the other, looking around the table, all were curious to see this new agent. They'd heard a rumour about what she had done but none were certain.
"The only information I have is that she's a 31-year-old woman transferring from MI5 to the FBI. She worked at MI5 for only three years. Her name's Catherine Gainsborough, she graduated in history from Oxford University, she was a tour guide for six years. So she has a lot of experience with people.
During the last four years, she got her degree in behavioural science during a distance course studying. Shortly after graduating she got snatched up by MI5 for her language and context knowledge. Last month she was part of the team that rolled up Britain's most wanted: McDermott. That's how Prentiss knows her, she was part of the collaboration between Mi5, Mi6 and Interpol." Hotch informed them with an expecting tone himself, how could he not? Prentiss had actually put in a good word for her after working together with her so he was sure she would be a great decision after Blake's resignation.
"So we've got another genius on our hands," Rossi noted with a nod towards the kid, an amused smile on his face.
"A tour guide?" Morgan asked with some question to his voice, he wasn't sure what a tour guide with six years of experience would do within the team. Yes, she had some experience at MI5 but did that make her a good profiler.
"What languages does she speak?" Reid questioned with interest. His interest was growing more and more. She intrigued him and he would love to hear her interests and knowledge of the world. If she had been a tour guide for that long she must have knowledge of the world.
"Her file says English, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Gaelic." Hotch informed them, impressed by her what she knew, despite not being the genius that Reid was.
"Where is she anyway? We have a new case, shouldn't she be here." Morgan asked, looking through the window at the bullpen and the doors. Turning his head to the door he heard the clicking of heels, a young woman with dark hair, oval face and dark eyes entered the room.
"I'm sorry my plane got delayed." She excused herself a soft, yet firm and strong voice laced in a British accent.
"That's okay, but introductions will have to wait for on the plane," Hotch noted as Garcia entered the room, eying the young women with uncertainty before she squeezed her remote.
Catherine joined the table, sitting down next to him and Rossi. Instead of focussing on the screen where Garcia stood he couldn't help but look over at the young women sitting next to him. Her soft flowery perfume filled his nostrils. Extending his hand he said: "Derek Morgan."
Accepting his hand he felt the softness of her small hand in his big one. "Catherine Gainsborough." She told him in the same soft voice before she turned her attention to where Garcia stood.
"Miranda Winston strangled with as of still unidentified means. She's the only identified from the three women that are found so far. She was discovered in the desert of Utah near the small town of Moab. She went missing about a month ago, there was evidence of long term sexual assault on all three victims. As you can see here, where I will not look right now she was discovered naked except for a cross pendant." Garcia finished as she handed Catherine her own Ipad which she accepted with a smile.
"Maybe religious," Rossi commented looking around the table. "It's always possible." Reid joined in. "But wouldn't they be clothed if it was of religious intent," JJ added looking at Reid, a question in her eyes.
"Not necessarily." Catherine started as she interrupted. Feeling a bit stupid to speak out of line all of a sudden she gave them an apologising look. "Go on." Hotch encouraged her.
"Well women are seen differently throughout all sorts of religions, it depends on what kind of role he sees the women within the religion," Catherine explained, scrolling through the pictures for any hint.
"So he's a women hater then," JJ stated with a small wave of her hand.
"Possibly. But nudity isn't always seen as something sexual. Adam and Eve were naked in the garden of Eden. As I mentioned it depends on what kind of role he sees the women in. Sexual assault could have any sort of reason." Elizabeth added giving JJ a small smile.
"What did Mrs Winston do for occupation?" Reid asked, turning to Garcia.
"She was a housewife as far as I know," Garcia replied.
"Okay, Wheels up in twenty," Hotch said, getting up and finishing the debriefing.
Catherine POV
Picking up her Ipad and followed the team out of the meeting room and down to the locker-room. She'd just been down there, putting several go-bags in her locker, one for each type of weather she could encounter. Picking the one out she thought would best suit the desert weather of Utah.
"You got you FBI pack yet?" She heard Morgan's gruff voice speak from somewhere around the room. "No, but I guess I'll get it somewhere along the way." She said with a small shrug of her shoulder, sticking her head around the door of her locker. Picking her Glock from the top shelf know she could hardly strap it on her skirt.
"You can join us," Morgan noted, his hand leaning against the side of the locker, a blond woman with a pleasant smile on her face standing not far behind him. Walking over to her she extended her hand and said: " Catherine Gainsborough, but everyone calls me Kate."
"Jennifer Jareau or JJ as everybody says." She chuckled with a wave of her hand.
"Ladies, let's get a move on," Morgan said, appearing back in the locker room a bag slung over his shoulder. She hadn't even realised he'd been gone.
"We can change on the plane," JJ said, motioning towards her own skirt and blouse outfit. JJ and Kate tried to keep up with Morgan's big strides as they made their way towards the plane hangar on the Quantico property.
"even at MI5, we didn't have this." Kate chuckled, eying the small private plane in front of her, the stairs down, waiting for them to board. "No?" JJ asked her with a grin "Nope, most of the time it was a car if it was really urgent helicopter." Kate informed her as she started going up the stairs.
She immediately noticed that Hotch, a younger man and an older man with a goatee was sitting I the plane already. Sitting down next to him she buckled up before turning to him and introducing herself to the two others of the team. "Catherine Gainsborough, but Kate will be fine, it's a bit of a mouthful otherwise." She told them with a chuckle. "David Rossi." The older man next to her said with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Spencer Reid." The young man next to Hotch said as their plane was pulled into motion towards the runway.
"I'm very happy to be working with this team, I've heard some great things about all of you." She told them as the plane took off. Emily Prentiss had given her the opportunity of putting in a good word for her. She'd gotten quite close with the older woman in London after working so close together with Interpol for the last few months.
"You heard of us?" JJ asked with a surprised tone to her voice.
"Yes." She smiled with a small nod. "I worked together with Emily for a few months, we became quite close." She told them as understanding filled their faces.
"Well if she recommends you and put in a good word for you, she'll speak highly of you as well. You must have impressed her for her to do that." Rossi pointed out next to her. He knew Prentiss wouldn't recommend anyone to her old team. It was a close knit family and he couldn't imagine Prentiss putting anyone she didn't trust within it.
"I wouldn't say that." She admitted a bit sheepishly, looking down at her hands. She didn't do well with compliments. She did what she loved and did what needed to be done, nothing else.
"So are you related to Gainsborough?" Reid asked her, seeming intrigued by her last name. "No, not that I'm aware of a least." She told him with a small chuckle.
"It was a possibility, cause … " and Kate lost him somewhere after that, she looked at him, her eyes bulging as all sorts of statistics and information passed his lips. Looking next to her she gave Rossi a questioning look before looking at Hotch, JJ and Morgan.
"That's Reid for you," Morgan stated patting her arm from where he was sitting on the couch opposite of the four chairs. "Get used to it," Rosse added from her other side and she nodded her head. It would definitely take some time to get used to.
"You two should probably change," Hotch noted, looking between her and JJ. "Sure." Both of them said as they stood up. "Would you mind sharing the room?" JJ asked, motioning towards the back of the plane, was there really as small change room?' she thought to herself. This was certainly more luxury to what she was used to in Britain.
"It's a small bathroom," JJ informed her and Kate nodded her head as she started following the older woman. "Not at all," Kate told her with a small wave of her hand as they headed towards the bathroom. When they finished changing she strapped on her gun to her right side, before waiting on JJ to finish, she could hardly open the door whilst she was still changing.
When they were done, they made their way back to the sitting area. "So guiding where did you go?" Reid asked her.
"A bit everywhere really." She told him with a thoughtful expression. "Really?" JJ asked, with an impressed expression. "I always loved history, culture and the meaning of things in different cultures and such. I started off in Europe, then I added Asia, Africa and America. It's a great way to keep learning." She told them with a small smile on her face, thinking back to when she had been a guide.
She'd loved it with all her heart but some things were out of your hands, some things changed the entire course of what you had thought to be your future. But looking back on it, it added to her experience and she wouldn't really change it.
"Why did you stop?" Morgen asked seeing the love and passion she still held in her voice when she talked about touring the world.
"Things happen, no matter how much you think you know your life's plan or whatever it is. There's always going to be curveball thrown into it." She told them a bit mysteriously. She needed to she didn't want to talk about what had happened. She knew that Hotch probably knew. It was in her file from mi5. But she was also aware that she was surrounded by people who studied behaviour for a living. She knew her body language got nervous and a bit scared when she thought back to that fateful day.
She simply didn't know them enough yet to talk about it. She didn't talk about it much, she talked about it with her sister but that was cause she was there. It had been her fault.
"Life is not always happening the way we want to," Rossi noted from next to her. "That's something you learn with this job." He added starting out the window next to him.
Kate was grateful for the screen coming to live and Garcia came on it. "The second woman had been identified as Heather James, went missing about three weeks ago, reported by her boyfriend. The other women is still a Jane Doe for now." Garcia informed them.
"Any background history?" Hotch asked, looking at the screen where Garcia was on. "Not so far, I've only had the identity of the young women. All I know for now is that she was a single woman, working as a cleaning lady at the mayor's office." Garcia informed them. "Okay thank Garcia," Hotch said as the screen blacked out.
"Once we get to Moab, Morgan Kate you head to the crime scenes in the desert. JJ, Rossi you two go towards the morgue and me and Reid will head to the local police department.
It wasn't long before the pilot announced that they would be touching down and they landed near the town of Moab. The heat of the desert surroundings overwhelmed her coming from cold London. Pulling her sunglasses from her handbag she put them on and started following Derek towards their car. "Can I drive?" She asked him, she always loved driving, definitely when they were in pursuit of someone. "Sure." He smiled, throwing the keys at her as he rounded the car and got into the passenger's seat after disposing of their luggage on the back seats.
"Hotch just handed me you FBI pack, bulletproof vest, badge, FBI issued gun, although you carry your own now," Morgan informed her. "I'm not giving this one up." Kate chuckled, patting the gun at her side as she gave in the coordinates to the location of the crime scenes.
It took them a good 20 minutes to get to the dessert location, Kate had lost her jacket by now, the hot humid air too much to handle for now. Following after Derek, they headed towards the Sheriff meeting them at the tape of Crime Scene.
"I'm SSA Derek Morgan, This is SSA Catherine Gainsborough." Derek introduced them. "Sheriff Marcus." The man said, shaking each of their hands. "I hope your team can help out cause I'm at a loss here." He said with an almost despair in his voice.
"juvenile pranks I can handle, but this." He added as they stopped at three rocks next to each other. "The three victims were discovered here, a rock placed at each of their head." The sheriff informed them. "Like headstones," Kate noted with a thoughtful expression.
"That's what we thought." The sheriff confirmed looking between the two of them. "this is a relatively small town. These women yes they had their faults but they didn't deserve this." He said with a sad voice. "What can you tell us about them?" Kate asked him.
"They're all of the similar build, blue eyes, slim. All three of them have left Moab at some point gone to the big cities to return here. Salt Lake City is only half an hour away from here." He informed them.
"Three victims found in this area. All blond, blue eyes and slim build. They were found naked, except for a cross necklace." He rambled the facts we already knew.
"Do you have any leads?" Kate asked him, shielding her eyes despite having sunglasses on.
"Not really, we know that the two identified victims were last seen at a diner." He answered Kate's question with a small shrug of his shoulders. Both Derek and Kate could see that he was in way over his head at this point.
"Have you swept the area?" Derek asked him, his thumbs hooked into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Yes, nothing came up." He replied with shake of his head. With a nod, Derek and Kate started trailing after him. They let him point things out as both Kate and Derek started suggesting theories by seeing the scene.
Standing up from where she had been crouching she wiped the sweat off her brow and looked up to the skies. She'd been hearing vultures for a while and she finally spotted them not too far away above a rock formation. One thing Kate had learned during her six years as a tour guide, it wasn't only human behaviour, but the behaviour in her surroundings.
"Morgan." She called, she watched him get up from his own crouched position and walked up to her. "What's wrong?" he asked, shielding his eyes. "Do you see those vultures?" she asked him, nodding her head over his shoulder towards where they were hovering.
Turning his head he noticed the birds she was talking about, they were flying in a pattern above a certain spot. "Yes, Why?" he asked, he didn't really see anything wrong with it at first.
"It could be nothing, but vultures don't behave like that, none that I have ever seen unless there's." she rounded off just as Derek finished her sentence. "A dead body."
with that conclusion both of them, followed by several police officers they started walking towards the cliff faced rocks. With the sheriff right behind the, they felt the breeze and cool air pass over them and more than welcomed the coolness of the shadow.
"Sheriff, was this canyon checked?" Kate asked, looking over her shoulder at him as their nostrils filled with the smell of death.
"I believe so." He told her, his face said more than words, he didn't want to do this anymore.
20 meters further between smaller boulders of rocks they discovered another body. A girl with the same features was lying at a weird angle on between the boulders, her neck obviously snapped from what they could see. She didn't appear to have been there long though a sheet was half wrapped around her.
"Something's different about this one," Kate stated, looking back at the sheriff rubbing his head standing to the left. "How?" he asked, as far as he was concerned this all looked the same. The women had the same features as the other, she was still death and he wasn't any closer to finding the killer.
"Well for one, she's got a sheet around her body. The chain is still around her neck. She isn't strangled either, she snapped her neck, probably by falling off that cliff." Kate explained, looking up to the cliff above them.
at the temporary office.
"Did you discover anything else, except for another body?" Rossi asked, his attention turning to Derek and Kate when they walked into their temporary office at the police station.
"Well the girl we found was partially covered by a sheet, she had the same features as the others and was wearing the same necklace. It's safe to assume it's the same killer." Derek noted, eying the board one of the other had set up.
"So are we ready to make a profile on this guy yet? Do we have any leads, any direction we could start looking in?" Hotch asked, looking at his team from where he was sitting.
"Not really, we haven't got enough background and we have little to nothing on the killer," JJ noted in frustration, her pen falling on the table.
"We were able to identify the third victim though. Samantha Harris, went missing the day after Heather disappeared, she was reported missing by her parents and she's the first one to have a daughter. The father isn't in the picture as far as we can tell. We have nothing on the fourth victim though." Garcia informed them from the phone line.
"Why would the fourth one have a sheet, whilst the others didn't?" JJ asked, eying the board where now a photo of the fourth victim had been hung. "Did the boyfriend or husband say anything?" Morgan asked, looking at his colleagues around the table.
"No, I talked to both Heather and Miranda's family. They had straightened out their act. Had good jobs, decent income and were ready to forget the past they once had." JJ noted, looking down at her IPad.
"Maybe Samantha's will be able to shed some light on all of this," JJ said with a hopeful tone, cause right now they didn't have much to go on.
Kate had been listening to the conversation around her whilst eating her Chinese from the box. She hated it when there was nothing that could give them a clue to who this was. "Yes." Kate looked up at JJ, putting down her carton, she scrolled through her iPad and folders were strewn across the table.
"What's on your mind?" Morgan asked from where he was sitting opposite of her. "I'm not sure," Kate muttered. "Was the ME any more insightful?" she asked.
"No nothing that wasn't in our reports yet. No DNA from the assaults, this guy knows how to cover his tracks." JJ noted in frustration.
"Anything on the dinner they were taking from, was the third victim there as well before the disappearance?" Kate asked, looking through the reports.
"No, but we'll ask her parents. They're on their way here, but they don't know about their daughter yet." JJ replied with a sad expression on her face.
Following her line of sight, she noticed a middle-aged couple standing behind them. "Would you mind if I joined you?" She asked JJ who was getting up. "I'll tell them, you've done the previous notifications," Kate suggested, getting up as well.
"Of course not, come on and are you sure?" JJ asked her as they started walking out of their temporary office. "I am," Kate confirmed with a small nod as they left the room and walked up to the parents.
"Mr and Mrs Harris. If you'll follow me please." JJ said, motioning towards the small room off the side. Following after them she could feel the eyes of the men in the office following her movements through the glass walls.
Closing the door behind her she turned around and introduced herself. "Mr and Mrs Harris, I'm SSA Gainsborough, This is SSA Jarreau from the FBI."
"Why were we called to come here?" Mrs Harris asked, looking between the two women in front of her with a confused expression. "Mr and Mrs Harris, yesterday afternoon the police department discovered several bodies in the dessert. This afternoon we identified one of those women as your daughter Samantha." She started explained as she saw the sorrow and sadness creep into their face. "no, no that can't be right." Mr Harris said, starting to shake his head.
It pained Kate to see the grieve in the eyes of the parents or any survivors of victims. She hated that she wasn't able to prevent the heartache they were going through.
JJ and Kate waited as the tears started rolling down their cheeks. Mrs Harris broke down in her husband's arms. Moving the box of tissues towards them both JJ and Kate gave them a sympathetic look. "I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through right now. But would it be alright if we asked you a few questions, it could help us find the person who did this." Kate said, leaning forward on the chair she was sitting, her elbows resting on her knees.
"We'd been expecting this for the last few weeks." Mr Harris confirmed as he sniffled in a tissue. "We just didn't want to expect that this would be the outcome." Mrs Harris continued wiping away a stray tear.
"We'll help you any way we can. As long as you find the monster who did this to our little girl." Mr Harris said, his voice growing angry and forceful.
"Would you like some water before we begin?" Kate asked, looking between the two grief-stricken parents. When they nodded their head, JJ got up and went to get them a glass of water. When she returned they started asking their questions?
"Was there something out of the ordinary, the days leading up to her disappearance?" Kate asked them, her elbows leaning on her knee. "No, she did her usual things. Brought her daughter to the school, went to work. Went out with her friends. Nothing unusual." Mrs Harris told them, shaking her head.
"Did she stop by the dinner on her way to work or for dinner?" she questioned them.
"Yea, she went to the one on the corner of the High-street and Logan" Her father noted, looking between JJ and Kate sharing a knowing gaze.
"Is there anything else you can tell us?" JJ asked them. "No," both of them said with a shake of their heads.
JJ and Kate got up with a promise that they would find whoever that did this. Getting up JJ was already through the door when Mr Harris called them back. "There was something the day after though." He got their attention, JJ joined Kate in the doorway.
"a postcard was shoved under the door of Samantha's door." He told JJ and Kate. "What did it say?" Kate asked, her head tilted to the side in question.
"Ervah." Her mother added, looking up at the two FBI agents in front of her.
"Thanks for the information you were able to give us," Kate said before JJ and Kate said goodbye. Kate was on a motivated path though once they left, rushing to the meeting room there were sat up in she sat down and went to the report filled after the women went missing.
"What is it?" JJ asked her, holding the chair as she stood behind it. "Does that word mean something to you?" JJ added, seeing Kate go through the files frantically.
"Ervah is a religious word, it indicates a sinful, shameful nudity. That's why they were naked." Kate pointed out, looking around the table.
"That explains a lot. But wouldn't that be in some form of punishment." Reid questioned, everyone could see the wheels in his brain turning as he processed the information.
"Can somebody call Garcia, I haven't gotten her phone number yet," Kate asked, looking at Morgan specifically, having heard they shared a close bond.
"Sure," Morgan said, taking out his cell. "Hey, Baby girl. Kate wants you to do something. So I'll put you on speaker," Derek said.
"Hey, what do you want me to do?" Garcia asked.
"Can you take a look at their past's, is there any signs that they were into prostitution, lap dancing or any similar past," Kate asked, eyeing the phone.
"Okay, I'll get back to you in no time." She said before the line broke.
"Something else doesn't make sense though," Reid stated, getting everyone's attention.
"What do you mean?" Hotch asked. "It doesn't make sense that the fourth victim was found like that." Reid elaborated. "No, it doesn't." Kate agreed with him, nodding her head slightly.
"What is it?" Ross asked, looking between the two of them.
"I need to check something out first. The morgue's down here right in the basement?" she asked them.
"Yea, it is. I'll come with you." JJ stated, getting up and rushing after their new colleague, she was definitely something. A busy all over the place but still incredible new asset to the team.
Morgan POV
Morgan followed them with his eyes and shook his head with a small shake of his head. That woman was all over the place, but she was damn fine asset to their team. He already knew that she would fit right in, this team would do great things to her and this almost family would gladly welcome her.
"I'll give to her, she's a smart one. So how is she in the field?" Rossi asked, turning towards Morgan with a smile. As far as he had seen, she was a smart cookie, an enthusiastic, passionate and all over the place woman. It was their job to know what type of person someone was. This one was alright but he hadn't even known her for a day and hadn't seen her in the field.
He was curious to know what Morgan thought of her, he was a good judge of character, they had to trust each other with their lives. So he wanted to know what he thought of her.
"She's great men." Morgan started, turning his attention to his male colleagues. "I mean I wouldn't even have thought to look at the vultures. She certainly thinks outside the box and includes her surroundings." Morgan explained with a smile. This job was hard enough, but it would be even tougher to know that someone was incapable of having your back and adding to the team. That was the total opposite with her.
"She'll do great on this team." Morgan finished, ending his gaze on Hotch. "I thought so too." He noted with a small nod of his head and looked in the direction of where they had disappeared to.
"Prentiss was right to give me her file," Hotch added. "If Prentiss thought she was good for this team, we should give her a shot," Reid noted, not sure what to think of her yet.
Kate POV
Storming into the morgue, JJ said." This is Dr Reinders, Doctor this is SSA Gainsborough."
"Nice to meet you doctor," Kate said, extending her hand towards him. "It's nice to meet you too, do I detect a British Accent?" he asked with a smile on his face and she started nodding her head.
"Yes, I transferred here from London just today." She told him with a small smile on her face. "could you show me the bodies?" she asked him with a nod to the fridges.
"Sure, But I have to warn you. Two of them are in various stages of decomposition. What are you looking for?" he asked her, opening the first door with the victim that had just arrived.
"I'll know it when I see it." She told him with an unsure shake of her head. He opened the other doors and the smell of decomposing flesh filled the air. "Can you still see their feet?" she asked, hoping she could if her guess was right, they had just gotten a step closer to their geographic profile.
"On the last two victims, yes. The first two, not so much, if you tell me what you're looking for maybe I could help you?" he asked her with a thoughtful expression. "Were there any ligature marks on their feet?" she asked him. She wasn't an ME, so she hoped that he would be able to help.
"What are you getting at Liz?" JJ asked with a questioning look in her direction, she had a feeling that their new colleague was on to something. She wasn't as genius as Reid, but who was? But she certainly had the amazing instincts their team was made off and she had her own piece of information to add, a different outlook towards cases.
"No, there wasn't." he informed her with a nod of his head.
"But there are on the fourth victim, I haven't had the time to examine her yet, but that was the first thing I noticed." He told her nodding his head in confirmation. Stepping back so JJ could see the feet.
"I think she. " Kate started saying pointing to their last victim. "somehow escaped wherever she was held," Kate added with a tilted head, before thanking the doctor and the two women ran upstairs to go and inform their team.
"The fourth one managed to escape," JJ announced, getting the attention of the seated men. "Why?" Hotch asked between the two panting women, probably having run up the stairs.
"The first didn't have any ligature or any masks on their feet, they were either dead or at least were carried to where they were found. The last one didn't she walked to where we found her and where she fell. it makes the search area smaller to where he is. The heat out there, no one who's just been held captive would be able to run far like that. He must be somewhere near and close by to where they were found." Kate explained, looking at all the people that were now her new team.
"That could be the reason why she had a sheet around her," Rossi noted as Kate and JJ sat down at the table. "Indeed." Kate agreed with a whisper.
"but still there is no way of getting provisions out there. There's nothing there. He needs to come into town to get victims and provisions." Derek said, giving his own two cents.
"Okay, I think we should start on the profile," Hotch said, looking at his team to see them nodding their head.
They ordered food from the Chinese in town and started theorising about the profile. Somewhere in between Garcia confirmed Kate's suspicion that the victims had indeed been a prostitute or lap dancer. After half an hour they were ready to give the profile. The station gathered just outside of their 'office'.
Lining up at the from of the room they started informing the cops, talking in sections, each taking one.
"Our UnSub or unknown subject is a Caucasian male between the ages of 30 and 40, he's someone who is aware of what did victims did before they cleaned up their act. He is aware that they at some point in their life worked as prostitutes or a similar job. The Unsub will probably have come in contact with a mother figure having this same job which is why he's taking his anger out on these women. Anything could have been a trigger, the end of a relationship, death of the source of his anger, loose of a job. This unsub is under the delusion that he has the rule over some divine power, The word Ervah was sent or called to the women, it is associated with the punishment of nudity in women. This guy won't go down without a fight, he's got a God Complex and believes he's untouchable seeing as he is doing the job given to him. Approach with extreme caution he'll likely go down with a fight."
"So he's insane?" One of the cops asked. "Delusional, yes," Reid confirmed. "He might have a past with mental problems, depressions.
Answering some more question they turned around and headed back into their 'office.'
"Okay guys, it's late, we're going to start early tomorrow. Head to the hotel and catch up on some sleep. See you tomorrow." Hotch instructed them with a pointed look on his face, locking eyes with his team members.
"Kate, you riding back with me to the hotel?" Morgan asked, packing up his stuff, just as Kate was doing. "sure, JJ you joining us?" Kate asked, knowing they were sharing a room for the night.
"No, go along without me. I need to do something first. Don't barricade the door. We're sleeping in the same room." She pointed out with a small chuckle. "I won't," Kate promised, picking up her brown briefcase.
"No problem. Do you want me to let the door unlocked?" Kate asked her, slinging the handle over her shoulder.
"No, I'll ask for the spare key at the reception." She replied with a nod in the direction for them to go.
"Okay, I'll probably be awake. I like to read before sleeping if you don't mind." Kate told her.
"Sure. I'll be there in probably half an hour." She guessed.
"Okay, I'll see you back at the hotel," Kate said, saying goodbye to the rest of the team before following Derek downstairs.
"So how was your first day?" Derek asked as they got into the car. "Brilliant, I made the right decision to move here and join the BAU," Kate said with a grin on her face, she had indeed made the right decision.
"I love the team, you're all incredible people and profilers. I'm glad to join the team." She added, looking in Derek's direction.
"I'm glad. I'm happy with you as our new partner as well." He stated with smile on his face.
"You mind if I go and pick something up? I think I might have forgotten something. And we could take a pizza" Derek asked, seeing the 24/7 store ahead with an attached Pizzeria.
"Sure," Kate said, parking the car on the small parking next to it. "Would you mind going, I'm dead on my feet here," she asked him, feeling a slight hunger as she reached for her handbag behind her seat.
"Sure." Derek said, opening the door "here." She said, pulling out fifty-dollar bill and handing it out to him.
"take that back hun. If I can't buy my colleague a Pizza what kind of guy am I?" he snickered as he stepped out of the car and closed the door. She watched him turn back and lean through the window. "And a gentleman never lets a woman pay." He added and Kate's eyes bulged out
"Well to my knowledge this isn't a date and that only accounts to when you're on a date." She argued in a playful manner, holding out the bill for him to take. "It could be." He flashed his grin before turning around and heading inside the store.
"Maybe it should?" she retaliated, calling after him. with a smirk of her own.
Looking down at her phone she waited for him to return and noticed several texts from her friend in London. Scrolling through the WhatsApp group chat, she couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head lightly. Never got old with her three best friends did it? She loved them to the death, they had always shared an apartment in London. She knew she would miss them a lot, she was coming from an apartment filled with 6 people, her best friends, sister and her best friend. Now she would be all alone in her place.
She nearly jumped through the roof of the car as someone knocked on the front window. Next, she heard the barking laughter from Derek beside the car. "that's so not funny." She told him, hitting him with her fist in his arm. "It so was." He told her still laughing. "I hate you." She muttered, but both could hear the amusement in her voice.
"You don't hate me. You love me." He pointed out with raised eyebrows. Giving him a raised eyebrow as well she turned the key and started the car before driving off to their hotel. "sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He told her in a soft tone.
"It's fine, you just scared me a bit. I was so focused on my phone that I didn't hear you coming. That and the unsub that gets his victims from this very same street." She told him with a small chuckle.
"I get it." Derek chuckled.
Arriving at their hotel they took their go bags and headed towards the reception to get their key cards. "There should be a booking for Gainsborough, Jarreau and Morgan," Kate asked the receptionist with a friendly and smiling manner. This reminded her of those nearly 7 years as a tour guide, it had always entitled this, making sure everyone had their room, the right one. Making sure that everything was arranged.
"Room 309 for Miss Gainsborough and Mrs Jareau. Room 307 for Mr Morgan and Mr Reid." She replied and handed me 3 Key cards with a pleasant smile on her face.
"Here this one's yours I think," Kate said turning around and handing the one to Derek.
Arriving on the third floor, she opened the door to her room and asked. "come in, We'll eat the pizza here, Reid's probably asleep already."
"Why did you quit being a tour guide?" Morgan asked again, she had been evasive when they asked her that morning on the plane. There was a story behind it all and he wanted to know what it was.
"Things happen." She told him, and he could see that she did not want to talk about what had happened there. Wanting to respect her privacy, for now, he shut up, but he would discover what had happened.
"You want something to drink?" she asked him crouched in front of the mini fridge, looking over her shoulder as she watched him put down his luggage. "
"I've got water, Coke, Ice Tea and a bottle of wine." She told him, listing what they had staged in the fridge.
"Why don't we open a bottle of wine?" He suggested with a small shrug of her shoulders.
"Maybe for you and JJ when she arrives, but I'm not drinking. I haven't slept in almost 48 hours, if I drink now, I'll be worth nothing tomorrow." She told him with a small snort and shake of her head, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge and the wine for Morgan.
"give me a bottle of water for now. I'll ask JJ in a sec." he told her and Kate switched the bottles, before getting up and handing it to him.
"Tell me what did you mean with maybe it should be?" Morgan asked, sitting down on the chair by the window. Giving him a questioning look, she didn't know what he was referring to.
"When I said, it could be a date." He elaborated with his head tilted to the side, a smile on his face.
'God, me and my big mouth had to ramble that out' she thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"You said it could be a date I just replied to your suggestion." She told him, meeting his eye.
"Well, would you?" he asked and Kate couldn't help but look confused, was he seriously asking her out on a date, the first day at work with them. Weren't there any fraternisation rules in the FBI. Kate was only aware of the rules with MI6 not that she had needed to.
"Go on a date with me. I know I've only met you today, it could be a way of us to get to know each other better. You know to advance the team working and all." He finished his nervous explanation with his familiar smile.
"Maybe. We'll see when we get back to DC. No promises, okay. Let's finish this case first." She told him. The last thing she needed to do was get kicked out of her job within the first year. So far she liked this team and she liked the dynamic. She did not want to lose that.
they heard a knock on the door followed by a soft voice. "Kate you still awake, they said you had my key card."
Walking over to the door she opened it to see JJ standing on the other side. "Sorry, we have a visitor." She mentioned with a nod to her. "MMM Pizza." She grinned, not caring that they still had a visitor for now.
As they ate the pizza the three of them got the chance to get to know each other. JJ and Derek got more and more certain about Kate being the right fit for the team.
When they finished eating Derek headed towards his own room and Kate decided to take a shower and wash away the desert sand off of her. When she finished, JJ took to the bathroom before they decided to turn in for the night.
The next morning Kate woke up to knocking on the door. "For crying out loud. Who decided to commit suicide?" she muttered as she pushed her face into the pillow she was sleeping in.
"Indeed, whoever's pounding on that door has got a dead wish," JJ mumbled in agreement and Kate let out a small chuckle.
Stumbling out of bed as the knocking continued she touched the wall in order to find her way to the door. She yanked it open and was almost hit by the fist knocking on the door. Recognising the man behind the fist she ran a hand over her face and asked him. "Derek Morgan, you got a dead wish?"
"Who's gotten out of bed on the wrong side?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"You, Do you always wake people up like this?" she asked him, jutting her hip out and placing her hand on it.
"No, but we found another body. Hotch said for us to go out there." Derek told her and she closed her eyes for a second. So far for getting more than six hours of sleep.
"Fine, let me get dressed, I'll be out in 5 minutes." She told him, shutting the door and walking back into the room. Switching on the nightstand lamp so she was able to see something. Stumbling her way around the room she managed to get ready in five minutes and got out of the room.
Arriving downstairs, she saw Derek waiting in the lobby with two cups of coffee in his hands
"Thanks. I need that after the rude awakening I had this morning." She told him, giving him a playful glare.
"Yea. I'm sorry for that, but I have yet to get your number. I would have called or sent a text. But I must say you two are pretty steady sleepers. I had been banging on that door for a couple of minutes." He confessed, showing a little bit of remorse and giving the woman next to him a pointed look on his face.
"Well, I'm driving," Kate stated, pulling the keys from her jeans pocket. She heard him laugh as he rounded the car.
"Did wake up JJ?" he asked, drinking his coffee from the passenger's seat.
"for a moment. She mumbled about somebody having a dead wish." She told him with a snicker.
"Not her too. What is it with you two women." He said throwing up his arms much to Kate's amusement.
"I guess we were just tired." Kate shrugged her shoulders as she headed into the direction of the desert.
"There's a jacket in the trunk of the FBI. It'll be cold in the desert it's 6.30."Derek informed her as they arrived. "Thanks, I grew up in the UK, I think I'm used to the cold. But I still hate it." Kate chuckled softly.
"I know the feeling, it's the same for me in Chicago." He replied.
Taking the jacket, she pulled it on and headed towards the crime scene not too far from the last one. Everything was identical to the first three bodies they had discovered.
"We need to find this guy," Kate stated, kicking a small pebble into the distance. Still, at the scene, the cops having scouted the direct area had come up with nothing again.
"Do you think we can get a helicopter out here?" she asked, turning to Derek. "I don't know. Let's call Hotch, what's your idea?" Derek asked, pulling out his phone.
"What do you have?" Hotch's voice asked. "The people who scouted the surrounding area haven't discovered anything again. I was thinking maybe we should have a helicopter fly over with heat signature monitor. Against the hot desert surface, an entry may pop up with it." Kate explained, she hated not having anything on a case. It made her feel like a few years ago, but then the roles had been reversed. She hated knowing that other women might still be held captive and being raped and tortured right now.
"That's a good idea," Rossi noted over the speaker between Derek and Kate. "I'll make some calls," Hotch reassured them.
An hour later a federal helicopter was flying above them, JJ was up in the helicopter and the rest of the team was below following after her with the cars or on foot.
It took them only fifteen minutes to find the cold spot between the hot surroundings. Kate felt a relief that the women were close to being rescued.
The helicopter with JJ landed not too far away from it and the SWAT team started filtering in. There was no way they were going in alone. They blew up the door and entered the bunker. How someone had managed to make this in the middle of the desert without anyone finding out was more than a mystery to her. Following the SWAT team, they filtered into the bunker. Every member of the BAU followed a pair of SWAT agents.
JJ and Kate had been sent ahead, with the idea if women were still inside they'd feel more comfortable by seeing another woman.
Inside the tunnel, they entered what seemed like a labyrinth, hallway after hallway. All of a sudden, she heard a sound behind, turning around in one swift motion she noticed blood trickling down his mouth. 'What the hell?' she thought to herself but before she could turn around and look for the source of the now dead agent she felt a knock on her head. Enough to make her drop her gun.
"Move, yell, Fight and you're dead." A voice with a foul breath said next to her, she felt the barrel of a gun pointed at her neck. Her vision was too blurry and unfocused for her to fight much anyway. And the gun to the side of her head kind of stopped her from doing anything as well.
"Keep on walking." The voice said, pushing her ahead with his own body behind her. The hit on the head had been harder than she initially thought, she stumbled ahead with some effort.
"Open the door." He ordered as he turned her to a hidden door within the wall. "Now." He breathed against her ear.
"You'll never get out of this." She told him, she still fought his order though. If he were to shoot her, at least the noise would lead them this way.
"Open the door." He ordered, pushing the gun in her neck as he punctuated each word he spoke. Complying with his orders she pushed the door open. 'where is the SWAT units for crying out loud.' She thought to herself. There was no way the second of their team hadn't noticed his colleague dead and she was missing.
"Come on, you'll never get out of this alive. Let us go and maybe I can get a deal for you." She tried, of course, she won't make a deal with him, but by now she had noticed cages filled with another ten women.
"NO!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. Maybe she could get him to give up their location by his yelling. Someone had to hear him yelling, right?
"We're going to wait right here, for your team and then you'll be my ticket out of here." He told her in a cherry sing-a-song voice. "You really think I'm going to let you get out of here." She told him with a daring tone. "I'd rather they shoot me then let you go." She told him and she would keep that promise if it came to it.
Next thing she heard a bang and the door flew open. SWAT trickling in and then she noticed all members of her team standing between them. All of them were pointing guns in her direction.
"Let her go," Rossi ordered, his focus on her as he gave her an encouraging smile. "Can't do that mate." The guy said, maybe he wasn't so delusional as they had originally thought. He certainly was aware of what was going on here. "I have to finish my mission, for that, I have to get out of here." He told the people in front of them.
"There's no way out of here, this bunker is surrounded by local and federal agents. One of whom your taking hostage." Morgan tried, hoping they could either arrest this guy or kill him.
"Maybe I'll do something more with her first." He said, his one hand running over her stomach and towards the apex of her thighs, his hold was still strong enough to keep her locked against him. She was not about to get manhandled here. She could see both Rossi, Reid, JJ, Hotch and Morgan adjusting the hold of their guns. "shoot." She mouthed at both of them.
She could see all of them shake their head no. They wouldn't shoot without a clear shot. Deciding that it was worth it, she started fighting enough for him to loosen his hold on her and then let herself fall to the ground, letting them get a clear shot. When he didn't immediately lose his hold, but the gun was not pushed as much against her neck she threw her head back and headbutted him and then let her fall to the ground.
The next thing she heard was several shots ringing through the air the moment she went down. Head butting him had hurt her already hurting head quite a bit.
"Gainsborough, Kate. You okay?" she heard Reid as he crouched down beside her. Pushing herself up, she rubbed the back of her head, pulling it back she saw her hand covered with blood. "Shot, does your head hurt?" Morgan asked, pulling her up along with Reid.
"I'm fine, he hit me in the head, before bringing me here." She told them, waving her hand for them to back off a bit. "I need to help those women." She told them, turning her attention to the frightened women.
She could see the women back away in her corner as the men tried to help them, but they were beyond frightened. Who knew what happened to them? Moving past the men she walked into one of the cages. "It's okay. They're not here to hurt you." She told the woman, bend over at the waist as she walked up to her.
"No Entiendo." The women said and she noticed the others nodding their head in confirmation. She realised that these women weren't local at all, their skin was tanned more than the locals. These women came from someplace else.
"De acuerdo, soy Kate. ¿Cuál es tu nombre?" she said, crouching down in front of her as she introduced herself and asked her what her name was.
Looking at Kate in a frightened manner and over her shoulder towards then men she saw the hesitation before she replied. "Mi nombre es María."
"Habla usted Inglés?" Kate asked her if she understood English.
"A little." She replied with a trembling voice.
"Okay." Kate whispered in a soft tone. "these paramedics are here to help you. Will you let them?" she asked her shuffling closer to her with each word. When Kate heard the paramedics enter she saw the women crawl further into the corner if that was even possible.
"Está bien. todo va a estar bien." Kate told her reassuring that everything would be alright.
"Eso es lo que dijo: que todo estaría bien." The trembling women in the cage next to theirs said that it had been the same thing the men had said, that everything would be alright.
Looking at the women she tilted her head in sympathy. She noticed all of them backed away in a corner of the cages.
"I can't get through them," JJ said to Kate from the doorway of the cages behind her. "Let me try a little longer. Maybe they'll accept help if one of them does." Kate asked, looking at her team, the paramedics and SWAT agents behind them.
It was getting harder and harder to focus on the girls and the need to try and help them. The pain in her head was getting harder and harder to ignore as was the dizziness that she was experiencing.
"You want me to try and speak to her, you should get that looked at," JJ said, walking into the cage at a slow pace, motioning the back of Kate's head.
"No, it's fine. Maybe you could try with another woman." Kate suggested looking over her shoulder.
"Lo sé. Pero estos hombres son diferentes. Son muy amables." Kate tried again, trying to convince her that these men wouldn't try to hurt them, but help them.
"Confiar en ellos? Confías en estos hombres?" The women in front of her asked if she trusted the men standing behind her.
"Sí. Puedo presentable a ellos. Prometo que no deja anything suceda a usted. Me quedaré contigo." Kate told her with the promise that nothing bad would come to any of them. That she would introduce them and go with them if they wanted to.
"Te quedas conmigo?" Maria asked her with a trembling tone in her voice.
"Siempre vas a ser capaz de verme. Yo solo voy a salir a la calle para que los paramédicos le pueden ayudar." Kate promised her, assuring her that she would stay with them until they headed towards the hospital. When she saw the women nod in front of her she got up slowly and got a hold of the metal cage next to her as a dizzy spell overcame her.
She was glad that at least a few of the paramedics could speak Spanish. Stumbling out of the cage she had tried talking to the women, Morgan walked up to her and caught her in his arms.
"Come, let's get out of here and let them check you out," Derek said, his arm wrapped around her back and helping her towards the exit. "I promised to stay," Kate said, trying to get out of his arms, wanting to fulfil her promise to the women.
"Fine, but look. It's working they are all accepting treatment." He replied, motioning to all the women receiving help at the moment.
"You did great Kate. Morgan ride with her and make sure she gets checked out, no arguments." He ordered her, looking at Kate with a pointed look on his face, he hadn't known the women long. But one thing he was certain off, the women was stubborn to a fault.
In the end, Kate did fulfil her promise and waited until every single one of the women were loaded into the ambulances. She herself got into the last one with the pressure of her team to go and get checked out.
Arriving at the hospital she was ready to just go and leave the ER and head home where she still had a lot of work to do.
A doctor approached them and asked her what happened, after filling him in, he checked the back of her head. She let out a hiss when he touched the wound. "I think it'll need a few stitches, but first you need to get a CT." The doctor informed her.
"It's likely you have a concussion. Any blurred vision, dizziness?" the doc asked her.
"Some blurred vision after the blow itself but I'm fine now." She reassured him, there was no need for him to know that she was still dizzy.
"she's been dizzy the entire time," Morgan said, ratting her out, throwing him a glare he gave her a warning smirk and she rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, that's normal with a concussion. It'll take half an hour before you can head up to the CT." the doc informed them before walking off. "You should go to the hotel to pack up," Kate said, turning her attention to Derek sitting on the chair next to the gurney.
"We'll be fine. Reid is packing up my stuff, JJ is doing yours. We'll ride to the airport from here." Her assured her with a smile and hand resting on her arm.
45 minutes later the CT had been taken and there was no permanent damage to her brain. She'd gotten a few stitches in the back of her head, but all in all, she was fine.
"Okay, so you've got nine stitches in the back of your head, a mild concussion, So no driving for the first week, no work. You can take some ibuprofen when the pain becomes too much. The stitches should dissolve on their own, but I do want you to go and see your GP next week. I would suggest keeping you overnight, but I'm sure you're eager to return to DC tonight." The doctor told her and she nodded her head at his last statement. Yes she wanted to go home.
Well she would get to see it for the second time. She had only seen it when she arrived and then she had left within the first three hours of arriving in the US. She still needs to assemble and unpack everything.
"I would suggest to not sleep alone if something should happen." He added to her with a pointed look on his face.
"I'll do that." she told him, having no intention of that. She wouldn't be able to change the prescribed week off, but she would hold her to the rest.
"Take care of yourself." He said, before turning around and disappearing. "Great, can we go to the team and the jet now," Kate said, turning to Morgan as she hopped off the bed and gathered her vest and gun.
. "Guess that date will have to wait now." Morgan teased as they made their way to the car.
"I guess it does." Kate snickered with a small shake of her head.
When they arrived at the airport their team was already boarded and waiting for them to get on. "so how's the head?" Reid asked as she stepped onto it. "I've got a thick skull," Kate told him with a snicker as she sat down next to Rossi.
They'd barely taken off and she'd already fallen asleep, the injury and the very little sleep she had gotten in the last couple of days. Yes sleep was the best thing for her at the moment.
She was woken up by Morgan when they arrived back at the Quantico airstrip. "Come on, I'll bring you to your place," Morgan told her, already carrying her go bag and briefcase.
"I can drive myself home." She told him with a small shake of her head as they got off the plane. "You're not supposed to drive." He told her and she rolled her eyes. Since when did she ever listen?
So this is the first rewritten chapter. I hope you like it, so let me know what you think and if you want me to continue this story. outfits made for this story are posted on a Pinterest page, the link towards it you can find on my profile page