Thank you for all the publicity. I couldn't have done it on my own. Now that we will have a grand audience. We expect your attendance as the guesses of honour. You will know where to go. The performance is at 5 pm sharp. But your six seats can be taken in a drumbeat.
Sincerely, Beat Freak
The note was left on Reid's deck with a treble clef. Reid instinctively found security footage to find the messenger. A girl came in following an officer and saying something. The officer dismissed her and walked away. She pulled piece of paper out of her pocket and threw it. No one seemed to notice a paper airplane sailing across the office. Once it had landed she walked confidently out the door.
"Guys should have to come see this," Morgan called across the station.
The rest of the team came to the desk with the expedition of Reid and on his hunt for more footage and JJ who was still in the press conference.
"This isn't a pair, it's one person. I couldn't have, not we," Emily said.
"Where is the performance," Emily asked with an annoying edge.
"It just says 'You will know where to go'," Rossi pointed out.
"Let me see the notes," Reid ran to the desk grabbing paper. When he came back to the desk Emily had the notes the unsub left with each victim he dumped. "Look at the notes, look closely,"
"Each note has two or three mistakes in them, Hotch said staring at the papers.
"But this unsub is far to thorough to make these types of mistakes," Rossi reminded.
"That's right," Reid agreed. "Now if you write down the correct letter or punctuation letter what do you get?!" Reid said exictedly.
Morgan grabbed on pencil and started writing until he wrote the unsubs secret notes. Rehearsal studio
"Rehearsal studio," The team said under there breath.
"What Rehearsal studio," Rossi sounding as mad as ever.
"The same place the victims are being held," Morgan said without moving his eyes from the paper.
"Morgan, can I speak to you for a minute," Hotch puled Morgan away from the group.
"Reid and I have been developping a theory all night. We went back to the last victims house this mornig and we are close to conforming it. It's not rock solid but it is extremely precise."
"Well lets hear it," Hotch folded his arms.
"The Unsub has a sever split personality disorder. The split profiles like a paranoid psychopath with a god complex, But in the Unsubs' mind the Titans are closing in. In an effort to save her best friends she hinds then in the one place they feel safest. Her dance studio. Physically she is an athletic adolescent girl who appear non threatening and dedicated to her interests. Her peers will say she is fun to be with, fits in well with her group and works with 1110% effort all the time. I know this is far fetched but..."
"Morgan take a breath. Are theories are commonly based off demons and plots of love and loss. This, is normal,"
Morgan took a sigh and they joined the group.
"So how are we going to approached the secondaire location," Hotch said
"She should be concitered unarmed and dangerous, in the sense she doesn't have a gun but she is athletic and possibly aarmed with blunt objects. I think the six of use should come in without any gear. JJ or I will have a purse with a cellphone with three distinct text saved and ready to send. One indicates a eminent threat and all officers will storm in. The second will indicate that the officers can sneak in and rescues the victims. The third indicates that we are confidant we can rescue the victims alone," Emily said as if reading Morgans thought. "If the text isn't send send in fifteen minutes they will storm in,"
"When is this going down," Morgan asked before Hotch could.
"Now," Reid decided. "There is no telling how bad the torment would be before 'The performance',"
"Give me the bag," JJ said getting onto the car.
They drove to the studio with the storm trupers on there heels. But they stop dead in their tracks at the last turn to keep out of sight.
The studio was empty comcedering it wsa a Friday night. The building was a clean modern and colourful building with the first floor filled with convince stores, cafés and clothing shops.
They were greeted by a irritating tick sound in the doorway.
"What the..." Reid and Morgan said at the same time.
"Run," The group turned to see Emily disappear out the door and around the corner.
"What was that," Rossi stated.
"Guys. I think I found the source of the ticking sound," JJ was facing the door blankly.
A cell phone was hooked up to the front door like the door bell ringing on a barber shop door. The screen displayed a count down clock with only a few seconds speeding by till detonation.
"RUN." Morgan screamed lunging for the doorway.
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