told you they'd be back-to-back! (this one's also teeny tiny)
"Damn." Prentiss whispered as Reid kept on taping card after card on the board. Part of her hadn't believed it when McGee had said over 60 people, but seeing each picture taped onto the several boards… she started to understand how dire the situation was.
"That is a lot of people." Morgan said softly.
"Homeless men, homeless women, runaways," nobody noticed Morgan's slight wince, "prostitutes, and drug users."
"Can all of their disappearances be a coincidence?" Prentiss plopped down in a chair, eyes still on the many, many cards.
"Yeah, technically it wouldn't really be coincidence since a number of these people share high-risk traits, which throws the curve off. You see, the word 'coincidence' implies more—"
"Hey kid, we do not need a vocabulary lesson right now." Morgan said, a little too sharply.
"Right. Sorry…" Reid trailed off.
An awkward silence stretched on as Morgan studied the names, profiles, and pictures. A looked dawned on his face as he stared at the pictures."What was it the Yorkshire Ripper said about his victims?"
Reid didn't even hesitate. "'The women I killed were filth, bastard prostitutes that were littering the streets. I was just cleaning up the place a bit.'"
"He's a housecleaner." Morgan gestured to the wall of names.
"Wait, what's a housecleaner?" Prentiss asked, trying to keep up.
"Mission based killer who believes his murders are helping society." Reid answered, eyes flickering through the victim's information.
"And our hands are tied by jurisdictional concerns?" Prentiss' anger flared up.
"Well, what are we supposed to do? If we don't follow the city's jurisdiction, no one's gonna ever ask us for help. We do it by the book. Then we can pray that no one else gets hurt in the meantime." Morgan didn't like it any more than Prentiss did.
what made Morgan so uncomfortable? I'll never tell! (evil laugh)