For the next three days, three more bodies were discovered on the outskirts of Las Vegas. "Jason Harris, Justin Yates and Richard Dray were all found through out the last three days," Hotch said while walking along side Reid at the police station.
"Harris was found behind a dumpster behind The Idle Spurs Steakhouse, Yates was found near the outskirts of Las Vegas and Dray was found on the side of the old highway," Reid explained, "Probably a significant mark for the victims as well," Reid explained further.
Hotch stopped walking and turned around to face Reid. "So, we're looking for a woman that is targeting men that are only children, probably making her an only child as well," Hotch said.
"Well, not exactly," Reid said.
Hotch looked at Reid weird. "What makes you think otherwise Reid?" Hotch asked.
"Well, I'm not 100% sure it's a girl disposing the bodies," Reid said.
"But you can see the remorse in where the unsub dumps the body, dumping them near a significant place of the victims," Hotch explained.
"But if you notice, the victims body isn't placed in a remorseful way," Reid explained, "Also, getting a body to a specific location takes a lot of strength, even if just moving the body to the car," Reid continued.
Just then JJ walked in, "We just found out something else from the autopsy," she said.
"What is it JJ?" Hotch asked.
"Well, they found little bits of tissue on the victims wounds," JJ explained.
Hotch looked at Reid. "Signs of remorse. Still think it's a male we're after?"
Reid pondered for a minute on that. "But how is she disposing of the bodies herself? If it is a she, she probably didn't murder them in a public space so, she had to get them there some how," Reid explained.
"Male accomplice?" JJ suggested.
Hotch and Reid looked at each other. "It's a high possibility," Hotch said.
"We still don't know why they're both doing this," Reid said.
"Maybe they get stimulated from the feeling of killing a troubled children now adults," JJ said.
"Just maybe," Hotch said.
Later that evening when Reid was getting ready to leave, Morgan walked up to him. "Hey Reid, I want you to check this information over, so we can give the profile by tomorrow," Morgan said while handing Reid the file.
"Yeah, I'll have it sorted out by tomorrow for sure and Morgan," Reid began, but hesitated to continue.
"Yes Reid," Morgan said.
"Umm, this Friday would you mind coming to a bar with me?" Reid asked.
Morgan laughed, "Are you asking me out on a date Reid?" Morgan asked.
Reid shook his head instantly. "No,no. I'm just seeing a friend there," Reid explained.
Morgan looked at Reid with a smirk on his face. "Let me guess, Olivia?" Morgan said.
"You know it can always be someone else," Reid said.
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Morgan asked.
"If you would like to know, it's my friend Oliver,"
"Hmm, why is that name so close to Olivia?"
"Pure coincidence,"
"Pure coincidence my foot and I would love to go," Morgan said and just like that he was on his way out of the station.
"Your foot must be pretty pure and thank you!" Reid yelled as Morgan was half way to the door.
"Anytime. Goodnight pretty boy," Morgan said and then walked out the door.
After killing her victim of the night, Olivia was in her bed, twisting and turning. Having nightmares about her childhood again.
"Carmen, go upstairs! Now!" Her dad yelled to Olivia, back then was Carmen.
"Leave her alone! She shouldn't be involved in this in the first place," her mom exclaimed to her dad.
Carmen stood there next to her mother. She was scared and silent as her mom and dad yelled back and forth at each other, until she heard a slap and saw her mom fall to the ground. Carmen looked up at her dad who was ready to hit Carmen as well.
"Get upstairs. Now!" He demanded and without hesitation she ran upstairs as quickly as possible and went into her room and closed the door. She jumped into her bed and covered her ears with her pillow. Being four years old and alone made it even harder to bare hearing the shrieks from her mother everytime her dad hit her.
Carmen started to cry and yell, "Stop! Please, stop it daddy!" She repeated over and over again until she heard no more.
Olivia was still twisting and turning in bed, but tears started to run down her face and she started to speak in her sleep. "Stop..Please..Stop daddy.." She kept on repeating it until the beating stopped in her dream and she woke up.
When she woke up from her dream, she was panting heavily and felt her heart beat ten times its speed. She got out of bed and walked to her washroom. She turned on the pipes to the sink and washed some water over her face. When she leaned up to look at herself in the mirror, she saw blood all over her face.
"Oh my god.." She said softly and then looked down at her hands. They were blood stained too. Olivia started to get a little freaked out and stared up back at the mirror and saw her foster dad behind her with a gun pointed at her. She screamed and fell to the floor. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want," she said and she repeated that a couple of times until she finally opened her eyes and realized the room was empty and it was just a figment of her imagination.
"Oh thank god," she said sighing of relief as she got back up. She went into her medicine cabinet and took out her sleeping pills. She took out two and turned on the pipe. She popped both the pills and took a hand full of water to help swallow it. In moments her eyes started to droop and she was on her way back to bed.
"We believe that our unsubs are a female and a male, the male being older than the female," Reid began giving the profile to the police of Barstow."All the victims are brunette, white, 25-40 years of age so, we believe that the male of the duo probably is around this age and looks like that," Reid continued. "We also think the female is killing them and the male is disposing of the bodies since the mess is more cleaner than the clean up," Reid said while pointing at a picture of Zack Parie dumped on a dirt trail. "Also, the male unsub or female unsub probably has a troubled past so, by targeting males with the same tragedy in their past makes them feel better of themself. They also may have a medical background," Reid said. "Expect somebody isolated from people or not really a people person perhaps, maybe even in a gang since all the victims were once caught up in that themselves. Since the unsub has killing sprees through out the week, they probably work on weekends and not the weekdays. Understood?" Reid asked the police group. They all nodded and got up to leave.
After they left, Morgan walked in. "Nice profile kid. Job well done," Morgan said to Reid.
"Thanks and I need your advice," Reid said.
"I'm listening," Morgan said.
"Well, you see...Umm.. I kind of wanted to get Olivia roses after her show,"
"Yeah and?"
"I don't know what kind of roses she likes."
Morgan sighed and shook his head. "Really Reid? You're worried if she'll like the roses you give her?"
"Yes of course! You can't just give someone like her regular roses! That's not right," Reid exclaimed.
Morgan chuckled a bit. "Get her red roses, simple,"
"No, no, something better," Reid demanded.
"Then I can't help you," Morgan said and then walked out the door.
"Thanks for your help buddy," Reid said.
Just then Olivia called Reid. "Hello," he said.
"Hi, did I get you at a bad time?" She asked.
"Well, not really, but I can talk for only a bit," he explained.
"Alright, good. I need to know how many of your friends are coming tomorrow for a reserved table for you guys," she said.
"Oh, that's very generous of you," he said while a smile appeared on his face.
"Well, it's my way of thanking you for helping me through this and finding the person behind this," she explained.
"No problem, that's what we're here for,"
"Yeah I know, but thanks again,"
"You're very much welcome Ms. Startford,"
"Ms. Startford is my mother, I'm Olivia," she explained.
Reid laughed. "Olivia," he corrected himself.
She laughed as well. "Anyway, I'll talk to you later sweetheart, bye," she said.
"Umm, bye Olivia," Reid said back and then he heard the other line of the phone hang up.