Back with another update! Now message to the confused Guest: I am listing this story as CSI: Miami as I explained on the chapter before and in the prequel. The prequels are all CSI: Miami and I want it to be easier to find for previous readers so that's why I have continuously mentioned that it will be listed as CSI: Miami to reduce confusion on where it is. And if you read the rest of the story, maybe you'll find out why this man has all these women? Huh? :/ Okay? Sorry to rant but I did continuously explain the reason of listing this as not a cross-over but as a regular story.
Anyway, here's chapter 2! The FBI/M.P introduction in the story.
Alex shook her head sadly as she read over the case files. Her attention diverted when Hotch signalled everyone into the conference room.
Matthew entered as everyone else seated. He looked tired, but had still managed to dress himself well.
"Matt..." Alex whispered, giving him a slight smile. Matthew nodded in acknowledgement and sat down next to Ryan who they both gave sympathetic nods to each other.
"Okay." Hotch started, clearing his throat. "Garcia, what have we got?"
Penelope Garcia had travelled to the hot, sunny state as soon as she heard of her best friend's disappearance and came to offer her support and her brain.
"Well..." Garcia started, smiling lightly. "Four women were abducted in Uptown Miami, two nights ago. The first victim, we presume-" she cleared her throat, before briefly shifting her gaze to Matthew. "was Anya Fuller. Aged 29. And our second, third and fourth victims were: Detectives Natalia Boa Vista-Wolfe & CalleighDuquesne and Agent Jennifer Jereau. They were flash bombed and taken an alleyway just three minutes away from here."
"Morgan, Mr Delko, you've gone to the abduction site. Any evidence?"Hotch asked, reading over the file.
"A stiletto, owned by Anya and a newspaper." Delko said, grabbing the evidence box and retrieving an bag containing a blood-stained, old-time newspaper.
What the headline wrote was what gripped Spencer Reid's attention. "Mr Delko, place the newspaper on the table." Spencer asked as he placed the camera on top of it, reflecting an image on a smart board behind them. "Read the headline." he instructed, making everyone turn their heads to the projected scene.
The Sleepwalker Strikes Again, Marrying Four Starlights.
And on the front page were pictures of the four mothers taken when they least expected it.
"Marrying?!" Delko said, clenching his fist.
"It's probably just a title." Reid assured. "Did you find anything else?" he asked.
"We found a CD." Morgan piped up.
"Garcia, take it and play it." Hotch ordered. Penelope nodded and took the CD, gently out of its bag with gloves. She placed it into the player and they waited till it started rolling. Soon, the image of Detective Anya Fuller appeared.
"Ms Fuller, you're awake!" a man announced, happily.
"Uh... Where am I?" Anya asked, placing her feet on the ground.
"Oh, you can't know that yet. But get yourself into this beautiful dress and I'll show you around. You look like a wreck, no offence. The bathroom's to your left and your shoes are next to the standing mirror." the man said, placing a dress in her arms.
"I'm sorry but who are you and why am I doing this?" Anya asked.
"I'm the Sleepwalker. I make women feel beautiful, if their husbands cannot exceed their needs." the man said, smiling. Anya looked like she'd seen a ghost and subtly looked around the room.
"Now, now, sweetheart, you cannot get out of this place. I will escort you everywhere along with your personal bodyguard. You are going to be the star of my movie." the man smirked, leaving and locking the door behind him.
Anya stood and wiped her tears, looking up as if she were saying a prayer, her lips moving.
The movie forwarded an hour later.
"Here's our star. Make her hair beautiful and her lips more... red."
...
"I know what you do, you sick bastard! Let me go!" JJ roared, trying to move as her wrists and legs were restrained.
The Sleepwalker tutted before smirking and drawing a finger down her cheek. "Stop resisting, Sexy. You're girlfriends didn't put up fights." he chuckled.
"If you know who I work for, then why take the risk?" JJ asked, glaring up at him.
"It's fun when you have three detectives and a FBI agent playing your game. It's also fun watching their husbands run around, 'worried' for them. Let me ask, how's Will doing?"
"None of your business!" JJ spat at him.
"Is he a good husband? A good father? Oh! Are you a good wife?" The Sleepwalker smirked.
"What do you know?" she hissed.
"Nothing... Nothing." he smiled, stretching out his arms and yawning. "Showbiz starts in a couple of hours, get her ready." he ordered two women beside the door.
...
"Natalia Boa Vista." The Sleepwalker circled her. She stood and gulped, trying to not show fear.
"It's Boa Vista-Wolfe." Natalia hissed.
"And how's that going for you? The whole three surname thing." he chuckled. "I'm going to make you wife number three."
"Oh yeah? What happened to wives number one and two?" Natalia asked.
"Wife number one is looking for a way to kill me and wife number two is so damn fine, she's still asleep."
"Where are my friends?" Natalia gritted out.
"Who do you think is wives number one through to four?"
Natalia's eyes widened. "Please don't. We're mothers."
"I know, that's why I'll let go three of my less wanted wives."
"What will you do to the one which you keep?" Natalia gulped. The Sleepwalker stood in front of her and drew a finger round his neck.
"Dead. Blood. And she'll be the star of my movie. Mind you, she knows this already."
Natalia let out a breath. "So, it's not me." she stated.
"Yup. But I think I'll keep the rest of you for a while." he smiled, leaving.
...
"You sure do have a way of treating women." Calleigh smiled, flicking her blonde hair. The Sleepwalker was pleased.
"Oh, Southern. I sure do." he smirked, kissing her cheek, making her flinch. He didn't notice but the audience did. Calleigh masked it with a smile.
"When will I go?" she asked. "I hate to leave, I've enjoyed your company so much but I have little ones."
The Sleepwalker nodded, sadly. "I know, Southern. I'll let you go soon. But not now, I love you and we've just started to get to know each other!"
"Your hospitality had been fantastic, honey." Calleigh strung him along.
"And you can receive an eternity of that if you stay but you must not." The Sleepwalker smiled sadly.
"I'm ever so sorry." Calleigh's southern twang left a cool breeze in the air.
"No, it's okay, darlin'." The Sleepwalker said, stroking her cheek. She smiled and tilted her head sweetly.
"Where's that dress you've suddenly intrigued into my mind?" she asked. The Sleepwalker grinned and ordered his henchwomen to assist her.
...
The Sleepwalker stepped back from JJ, after kissing her cheek and stepped back, facing an audience. He grinned and raised his arms. "And they are the Starlights!" he announced. "They are our new housewives. Correction: my new housewives." he smirked, turning back to them.
The CD ended after thirty minutes of footage.
"It's marked from yesterday." Garcia said.
"That means, when we went there today, the Sleepwalker had already set his trap and his trail." Rossi said.
"Well, Agent Hotchner, what do we do now?" Horatio asked.
"We play his game." Aaron replied.
Just a little more into what happened with the other women.