Chapter 2

The wheels were up and the B.A.U was heading to Detriot, Michigan.

"So, sulfuric acid. Why? I mean, what's the signficance of it?" Rossi asked.

"Maybe he's disfigured himself and wants to exact revenge."

"Okay, let's work with that theory," JJ added, "he could be going after someone, just like Kaman Scott. He's targeting the person he blames for his disfigurement."

"Or, maybe he's more like Ben Bradstone, a raging psychopath who gets off on the torture of his victims," Prentiss chimed in.

"Yeah, but he also went after someone, too," Reid said, "his sister in law Lila."

"But two women and two men?" Morgan asked, "come on. There's gotta be some sort of connection." Just as he said that, his "babygirl," Garcia rang in.

"Greetings crime fighters. I wish I had better news for you, but I don't. Another woman's body has been discovered in the park."

"Let me guess," Rossi said, "burned with sulfuric acid."

"Oh honey, she made the Phantom of the Opera look like Orlando Bloom," Garcia quipped. Everyone cringed. Hotch sighed. This case kept getting more brutal.

"Okay, Reid, you and Dave go to the medical examiner," Hotch sighed, "see if she can give us any insight. Reid and JJ, I want you to go to the crime scenes. See if it's a true dump site. Prentiss, Morgan, and I will set up at the station. " He turned to face Prentiss, "Prentiss, you and Morgan talk to the families of the victims. See if there's any connection between them. Garcia, I need you to check mechanics in Detroit. This unsub is getting the sulfuric acid somewhere. Working at a car repair shop would give him access to those chemicals. Cross check that against mechanics with criminal records."

"Sir, do you know how many mechanics there are in Detroit? They don't call it Motor City for nothing," Garica freaked out.

"I know, Garcia," Hotch said, "but work fast. We don't have much time."

"I know sir."

"You know, there's still one other possibility we have to consider," Reid said, "it could be a mad scientist."

"Mad scientist or not, this is a clear psychopath who gets off on watching his victims burn to death," Rossi said, "he could be one of the most brutal killers we've seen."

"Sherrif Johnson," the bumbling, overweight sherrif introduced, "you must be the FBI."

"Yes. I'm Agent Hotchner. These are Agents Prentiss and Morgan."

"I can't believe it. This guy is moving rather fast. It seems as if every day, he has a new victim."

"Some of our agents are at Clarissa Rogers' crime scene," Hotch said.

"She was a good woman. She was the first grade teacher at the local elementary school. I knew her mother. Never thought I'd be notifying her of Clarissa's death." Sherrif Johnson shook his head.

"Did Clarissa ever get her car fixed?" Prentiss asked.

"Why yes," Sherrif Johnson looked up, "she had a faulty engine took it to a car repair shop. Didn't say the name, but I heard it from her mother. How'd you know?"

"We think the unsub may be a car mechanic. It'd give him access to sulfuric acid."

"Regardless, this unsub is moving rather quickly," Hotch said, "he abducted her and killed her in the same day. We need to move faster."

"Agent Hotchner?" a young woman asked, "another woman was just reported missing. Her name is Abby Jones. Left for work at Denny's and never showed up there."

"Prentiss, Morgan, let's go now. Sherrif, are you coming with us?" Hotch asked.

"Yes. Let's do this."

"Please, no! You don't want to do this!" Abby Jones cried out.

"Hahaha," the unsub taunted, "tell that to the F.B.I. Oh, wait- they'll never come," he said in a sing song voice.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" She tried to writhe out of the chair. Somehow, she managed to untie herself and run. The man grabbed her arm and slammed her against the wall.

"Let go of me!" Abby exclaimed. He let go. No. It can't be that easy she thought. As soon as she turned around, she felt a burning in her face. The man sprayed her with a strange chemical.

"AHHHH!" she cried, disintegrating on the floor. Her face was burnt. She could feel it drooping. She couldn't see and crumbled to the floor. All the while, the unsub was videotaping the whole thing.

"AHHH!" he mocked and laughed. He couldn't wait for the B.A.U to see this.