So sorry about the delay. Don't throw virtual apples at me. But I had to prepare for a big exam today and I went out afterwards. So I've written an extra long chapter to make up for it. I didn't get many names in my last reviews so I picked the names myself. I got a few but they were mainly names of past agents and that seemed to close to home to the team if I did it. So enjoy today's chapter, you get to see some of the white smiles real personality here.
"Is this how you get off?" Derek found himself walking closer to the camera. "Picking up little kids who can't defend themselves? Then trying to play games?" he shook his head and walked back to the group. "Your sick and we're gonna get you so easy."
"Ok Derek, you carry on believing that." Everyone in the room noted the blatant and intended sarcasm. "Now, yours was a hard one to find, but I think I hit gold." Morgan's whole body stiffened; he found himself without an insult or comeback. He staring at a picture of a young boy with young innocent eyes and scars and bruises all over his face marking imperfections. "Riley Utting, 17 years old, Born in Belfast, Get this he was lined up for oylimpic golds and the element that was hardest to find he was abused a young boy." Morgan felt the eyes of everyone burning into his back. A weak whisper was his only retalliation.
"Shut up."
"Oh look, the great Derek Morgan gone all quiet." the white smile shook his head almost laughing. "See, this one tried to fight his way out of all this. Thinking that throwing a few punches or a few timid threats gets you through in this world." Garcia ran forward and held Derek's hand tightly. Squeezing it tightly, so he knew, that he was never alone as long she was alive. "Also, failed sports career, sound familiar SSA Morgan!" What was all this about? A few days it seemed like he was a fan? One with horrific yet deluded intentions. Now it seemed like he truly loathed everything the team was, and whatever they did was wrong.
"Why are doing this?" Morgan looked back up from his shoes.
"Because I can." those last few word hung in the air. 'because I can' that's his big cyrptic reason for insanity. No, there had to be more.
"Penelope Garcia." Penelope redirected her concentration from Morgan to the screen.
"What do you want?" she answer back her teeth gritted and biting at each word. "Woah. Calm down young lady, we don't want you turning out like our good friend Derek here, do we now?" the unsub's voce carried on talking, but he refused to remove the picture of young Riley Utting. He wanted to make sure they all got a good look at his face and everything he had already done to the poor boy. "I've found myself a good match for you." The picture on the sceen quickly changed to that of another boy. He looked older then the other two but slightly weaker and thinner. The glasses on his face were cracked and there was a crimson trail of blood running down the side of his face. "Here we have, Jake Holloway, 23 years old, granted he's not a child like the others but by the way he acts you'd never know, Born in Birmingham, he's been hacking ever since the death of his parents eight years ago."
"You can't scare me, and you're not scaring those kids. They're stronger then you could ever be!" Garcia shook her head giving Kevin a quick worried look.
"Please don't seek comfort in Kevin Lynch, when your talking to me, it's very rude." the white smile's voice was raised and full of anger.
"Wait, how did you know he was here?" Reid scratched his head.
"I'll get to you in a minute, Doctor. Now, Jake here has been hacking into any site, account and file he could get his grimy hands on. Maybe he thought if he could access other people's lives, he wouldn't have his own miserable one." the mask was still etched into everyone's minds even though they could no longer see it.
"You don't know anything about him." Penelope was not giving in.
"Miss Emily Prentiss," the unsub beckoned her forward with his voice as if to completley forget about Garcia. "How are you this fine morning?"
"I've been better." Emily responded flatly.
"Oh, that's a shame." the unsub seemed genuinly concerned.
"I'm assuming you have a child like me then. How did you get all this information on us? You must have worked very hard and it must have taken along time." Everyone knew what Prentiss was doing. She was trying to sweet talk the unsub into giving her all the information she needed. It was a risky move, but with not knowing anything about the unsub, they were going to try anything. Even if it meant trying to identify with a monster.
"Why do you persist in talking to me like a child? I'm not some other unsub that you can simply trick your way around." Each profiler in the room took note that he knew the turn unsub; they usually had to explain that term to the even the police departments they are working with. "Your surrogate is this young man." A new picture flew onto the screen. " This is George Brinkley, 17 years old, Born in Nottingham. Now, as he's male he couldn't be exactly like you, but I found some surprising matches. This year he got his girlfriend pregnant and she got an abortion without telling him. That left him pretty messed up, and he's spent alot of time away from home; travelling around with his family. So much to the fact that he now resents all of them for it. He's an ungrateful and unruly teen who deserves to be punished."
"I'm so easy to break down." Emily shook her head. Seemingly unaffected by what was just said.
"See, that's something new. Your the one usually putting your feelings infront of the investigation, and thinking that it's all about you."
"I have never thought that!" Prentiss defended herself.
"Haven't you? Why didn't you tell your team orignally about Doyle?" the white smile inquired.
"To protect them!" Emily almost lunged at the camera.
"To protect them?" the unsub laughed until he doubled over his aching sides. "Really? Or were you just trying to protect your little secret and keeping yourself higher then the rest of the team. That way, you remained one step infront, you remained the mystery within the mystery solvers."
"That's complete rubbish." Reid shook his head.
"Doctor Spencer Reid, don't you dare think I've forgot about you. I'm extremely proud on my findings with you."
"I'm not someone you can scare with general information on myself."
"Yes, I know. I'm not the type or scaring to be honest. I'm more of a man looking for help."
"Well, if you want help just ask us or it. You don't need to take children to get our attention."
"You think I did this to catch your attention? Oh no. And don't want your help, they do." Suddenly the picture of a young girl flashed onto the screen. "This is Ingrid Daniels, 15 years old, Born in Leicester, She has an IQ of 176 and is extrmely talented at everything she has ever tried." Everybody stared deeply at the picture; it was different from the others. Instead of a terrified child with tear stained faces, Ingrid stared angrly into the camera and she had a deep scowl carved into her face. Her face was smeared with blood and her lip had split open, but she didn't show any pain. "She's a feisty one, believe me. Lashed out at me many times,while I was trying to take these pictures, I had to teach her lesson."
"What kind of lesson?" Reid looked warily at the rest of the team. "That those who fight and attack, get hit back twice as hard!"
"You monster!" Rossi pushed Reid behind him like a father protecting his son.
"Oh, David. Before we start can I just say how much of a big fan I am."
"Well, I'm touched." David sarcastically answered.
"See David, if there was anyone I really wanted to do justice, it was you! So, I spent extra time looking for your surrogate." the white smile's voice seemed to be happier then usual. A new photo appeared it was of another girl, older then the last one but clearly more distaught. "Sapphire Yollom, 19 years old, Born in Tokyo but now lives in Norwich, had a son who was stillborn. That happened to you, didn't it David?"
"Now that's taking things to far." JJ screamed from the back of the group.
"Rather rich aswell." the unsub carried on." Got married at the age of 18 to Harvey Chandler but they broke up pretty quickly. That's marriage for you, it's completly destroying and it ruins the lives of everyone involved. But I guess you already know that."
"Marriage isn't a failure for everyone." David shrugged. "I was just never any good at it."
"Marriage isn't a failure for everyone? Are you basing that opinion on JJ's accomplishment in marriage?"
"Did you just call me JJ?" Jennifer stepped forward. No-one called her JJ unless she told them her friendly nickname.
"Why don't you like it? It's all they ever call you." the unsub said referring to the rest of the team. Now, for your surrogate, I had to ask myself 'what do you actually do for the team?" the atmosphere on the air was thick and tense. "I mean, Reid is the brains, Morgan is the muscle, Hotch is the strength, David is the experience, Prentiss is translator and Garcia is the information." JJ suddenly found to hard swallow. "What do you do?"
"She practically keep the team together and she's the only one who can identify properly with the victim's amilies. Without her, alot of people would be alot worse of during the investigations." Hotch defended her and throwing a small comforting nod in JJ's direction.
"Really? That's your defence for her." the unsub chuckled "She has basic profiling skills; if you hired someone with a defined skill you would solve all your cases much quicker. So I just found myself looking for someone with a pretty face." A new face frowned on the screen. "This is Anna King, 17 years old, Born in Milton Keynes, Her brother committed suicide two years ago and now she's a model. How very fufilling for her."
"You can't judge people you don't know on their general information." Prentiss yelled into the camera.
"I already have." the unsub's white mask appered back on the screen. "I loved meeting you all formally but I have to go now."
"Can't you just stay longer?" Reid persisted in the sweet talking angle
"That's not going to work." the unsub chuckled darkly. "I'll call you tommorow, I assume you know what time." the unsub reached his hand forward clearly preparing to turn off the camera.
"Stop!" David held his hand out causing the unsub to stop briefly. "What are going to do? With the children?"
"Oh, you haven't worked it out yet. I'm going to make my own team." the unsub smiled as the screen went black.
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