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Chapter 13
"Remember that all through history, there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall. Always." Mahatma Ghandi
Arriving at Quantico, Emily and Dave directed Nicole and Helen out of the elevator and onto the floor of the BAU. As they passed the bullpen, Hotch motioned them inside. After situating both Morris women at a table, Emily and Dave went over to their Unit Chief.
"What's going on?" Emily asked, her voice a whisper.
"We have to let them go," Hotch replied. "I want our entire unit to be on this case; we just got another body."
"Another body?" Emily echoed in surprise, this wasn't like the UNSUB at all. Could this new body be from a copy cat? Her mind tried to remember the exact M.O.
"A young woman was found early this morning in Stafford Virginia, dead from stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. CSI found trace amounts of Annalise Sinatra's blood on this woman's clothing. CSI found out that the same knife that killed Annalise was used on this woman."
"Could the UNSUB have killed this victim when she killed Annalise?" Emily asked.
Hotch shook his head. "No, our latest victim…." He flipped through a file. "Kenna Wright died less than 12 hours ago; she was stabbed early this morning."
"Okay." Emily didn't say anything else. "I'll go tell Helen and Nicole we no longer need them."
"We'll be going to the scene once Garcia gets us the files." Hotch told her.
Emily nodded and Hotch. When she got to the table that Helen and Nicole were sitting at, she began speaking. "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you both, but as it turns out, we don't need either one of you for questioning."
"Are you sure?" Nicole asked before Helen had a chance to say anything. "I wasn't looking forward to helping Kellie with the home schooling outreach. Are you sure you don't have any questions for us?" Her eyes searched Emily's for support.
Emily nodded reluctantly. "I'm sure Nikki," she replied, not realizing that she was using the nickname Kellie had used on Nicole.
"Well, if you're finally done hijacking my daughter from her education," Helen began tersely, "we'll be going home, Nicole has plenty of schoolwork to complete if she's going to graduate in December."
Emily nodded before escorting both women out of the bullpen. Helen turned to Emily once they were out of the door. "We can see ourselves out," she said coldly.
"Yes ma'am." Emily halted at the door as Nicole and Helen walked towards the elevator.
Nicole glanced over her shoulder. 'Sorry!' the teen mouthed in the direction of her mother and looked apologetic.
Emily smiled and nodded to tell Nicole it was okay, but turned back into the bullpen to hear Hotch say, "We've got the files we need; let's get to Stafford."
The drive out to Stafford was quick, taking less than half an hour. Once they got to the scene, they split into the groups Hotch had assigned. JJ went to the press, Hotch and Reid went to the woman who had found the body and Dave, Morgan and Emily went to the actual body to see what they information they could get from the victim and the scene.
Since it had happened in a park, the area was well taken care of - none of the bushes and trees were overgrown or in bad condition. In fact, the only area that was in need of any attention was the part where Kenna Wright had died. The brush that covered Kenna had been planted and there were footprints in the mud next to the body. The grass was trampled down and it was clear there had been a struggle.
"It looks like the perp was lying in wait for the victim," one of the CSI techs said, "we also found footprints over on the other side of the walkway." Emily followed the walkway to see what footprints the tech mentioned. "The footprints over here match up with some of the footprints on this side of the walk way, but the victim's shoes don't have the same tread," the tech continued.
Emily nodded as she glanced back towards the body and where the struggle had happened. "The UNSUB waited here for her…here." Emily crouched on the sidewalk, in front of the footprints. "And jumped her when she jogged by." Emily stood and went across the walkway. "Kenna fell into the bush and tried to run."
"She managed to get up and started to run away," Dave continued, he was standing a few yards from Emily and Morgan, beside more footprints and trampled grass. "But the UNSUB managed to get up as well and knocked her down again. He killed her and then dragged her underneath the bush."
"We're getting close; there have never been stabbings this close together." Morgan straightened up. "The UNSUB knows we're looking into this case."
"Well it's been on the news that the FBI is looking into this case." JJ said; she came up to the small group. "And the news about this latest murder is being broadcast right now."
"So we may have another body tomorrow morning?" Morgan inquired.
"We'll only know then." Dave said from his spot.
It took a couple of hours, but they finally got all the information they needed and left the scene. When they got back to Quantico, it was late, almost time for the team to go home.
"We don't have time to profile the UNSUB tonight. Go home and let's get started early tomorrow," Hotch ordered. The rest of the team agreed and started to pack up.
After arriving at the brownstone, Emily got down to business by feeding her cat Shelby, then gather the advertisements for her local take-out places. She wasn't in the mood to cook and take-out would be faster - although not as healthy.
As she started to dial to order pizza there was a knock on her front door. Looking through the peephole, she saw that it was Dave. Quickly she opened the door and let him in.
"You have impeccable timing." She saw the take-out bags in his hands. "What did you get?"
"Chinese," Dave replied as they went into the kitchen where Emily put the phone back and began opening the take out containers.
"You are an angel in disguise." Emily opened the carton of orange chicken. "Mmmm, my favorite," she said as she picked one up and stuck it in her mouth.
Dave set the rest of the cartons out. "You said you wanted to watch a movie?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah. You can pick the movie though."
"Okay." Dave's voice was quieter. Emily turned as she felt him come up beside her and reached to gently pull her close. He leaned down and gently kissed her hair. His hands came to rest on her shoulders and he gently began to rub them, kneading out the knots in her back.
"Oh that feels good," Emily purred, relaxing under his expert touch. Dave moved Emily's hair to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck. Emily couldn't help but smile. "You just can't keep your hands off of me, can you?" She turned to face Dave, her arms wrapped around him and he kissed her again.
"I don't hear you complaining," Dave murmured. Emily's laugh was cut short by Dave's mouth covering hers. She tightened her hold on him as her knees went weak. Although the kiss was short, Emily had to catch her breath when they parted.
"Whoa," she breathed as one of Dave's hands wandered down to her waist where he pulled her closer. He used the other hand to cup her face and gently pressed his lips to hers again. Emily moaned as Dave traced her lips with his tongue. Moaning softly, she let him in and felt the entire world disappear. There was nothing and no one but the two of them. Hungrily his mouth devoured hers and their tongues tangled and mated. She could feel Dave's hands caress her and she gave in to the pleasure. Dave shifted so he could have better access, but a crash from the living room broke them apart.
They paused for a moment, listening intently. They didn't hear anything else, but they both reached for their guns anyway. Carefully they tip-toed to the doorway that lead into the living room and burst into the living room, guns drawn.
Shelby mewed as she sat on an end table licking himself; a small ceramic box was on the floor, broken. "Shelby." Emily holstered her weapon and went over to the end table and picked her cat up, "Why did you do that?" she asked the cat, as if expecting her cat to answer.
"When did you get your cat?" Dave asked, as he holstered his weapon.
"A couple of weeks ago, I don't have room for a dog otherwise I would have gotten one," Emily said and scratched Shelby's head before putting the cat on the couch. Bending over, she started picking up the biggest pieces and Dave went back into the kitchen to find a broom.
After they cleaned the mess up, they finished getting dinner so they could settle down to watch The Princess Bride. Halfway through, Emily curled up beside Dave; he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. Twenty minutes later, Dave glanced at Emily - she was asleep. Dave smiled faintly as he looked at her. She looked so beautiful; he could hardly believe that she wanted to try being in a relationship with him.
I should probably leave, he thought to himself and began to get up, but Emily's arms tightened a little around him. Sleepily she pulled him closer, laying her head on his chest. Again he tried to get up, but Emily only tightened her hold. Dave couldn't help but smile as he sat back down and got comfortable; it looked like Emily wanted him to stay.
Pulling the afghan down from the back of the couch, he spread it over the both of them. He pressed his lips to Emily's hair and leaned back on the couch. I could get used to this, he thought, having Emily in my arms feels wonderful.
It felt more than wonderful; he corrected himself as he tried to concentrate on the remainder of the movie. Within seconds, he was nodding too. He barely felt Shelby jump into his lap and curl into a ball before he surrendered to sleep - his soft snores matching Emily's.
"How comforting the presence of another human being can be." Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games)
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