When Nothing Goes as Planned


Week 20

Hotch and Morgan had been on their way to see the art professor, Louise Campbell, when they had gotten the call about the body in Puget Park that matched Simone Hartmann's description. Hotch had turned the car around as soon as Morgan had gotten off the phone and told him what was going on. When they arrived at the dump site neither Captain Nolan nor the Medical Examiner had arrived yet, but a couple of uniformed officers were standing by the water edge of the small pond. As Hotch and Morgan walked closer they were able to see the body of a girl wearing only a shirt and underwear. She lay on her stomach with her face hidden under her hair and with her feet in the water.

"Who found the body?" Morgan asked as Hotch knelt down by it, hoping he would be able to see the face, but he could not. He wanted to reach out and brush the hair out of the way, so he would know if this was Simone, but he knew better than to disturb the crime scene.

The tallest of the two officers pointed to the left. "The younger couple over there was walking their dog when they discovered the body. The guy check her plus, but when he could not find it they called 911." Morgan nodded and walked off to speak with couple along with the other officer. "Is she the young girl that was kidnapped yesterday?" he asked Hotch.

"We don't know that yet." Hotch stood up and looked at the officer. He was much younger than Hotch had first thought. From a distance he had looked to be in his mid-thirties, but now that Hotch looked right at him he could see that the officer could not be more than 25 years old.

"But she is wearing the same shirt as the girl had on when she went missing."

Hotch looked down the body. "It could be coincidence. Many girls wear white shirts with small pink flowers." Hotch wonder for a moment if it was the younger officer or himself that he was trying to convince that this was not Simone. "Until the Medical Examiner gets here then she is just a Jane Doe."

The officer sighed and nodded slowly. It looked as if he was going to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and quietly walked away.

Hotch knelt down again and reach a hand out. "You better not be touching my body!" a voice behind Hotch said. He got up, turning towards the owner of the voice and saw a woman standing right behind him. She had black straight hair that reach just below her shoulders and with a tick set of bangs framing her small heart shaped face. The unnaturally dark hair and the black dress she was wearing made her blue eyes stand out and made her skin look much paler than it probably was.

"I wasn't going to," Hotch said.

"Yeah right," she said, letting her bag drop to the ground with a bump and reached her hand out for Hotch to shake. "I'm the M.E., Dr. Jadeline Carter, but please just call me Jade."
"Special Agent Aaron Hotchner," he said, shaking her hand, "and I wasn't going to touch the body."

Jade stared at him for a moment, but did not say anything and then she knelt down by the body and started her exam. Hotch wanted to tell her to hurry up and move the body of the girl onto her back so they could make an ID, but he could sense the he might already have ** her of, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut and let her do her job.

"Has there been made an ID yet?" Morgan asked as he walked up to Hotch. He was just about to answer when Jade said, "No, but if one of you put on a pair of glows and help me roll the body, then we can see if this is the girl you are looking for."

Morgan nodded and pulled on a pair of glows from Jade's medical bag. "Where do you want me?"

"Please lay out the plastic sheet on the ground, so we can roll the body onto it," Jade said, without even looking up at Morgan, but he did as she said and then knelt down on the other side of the girl's body. "Ready?"

"Yes." Morgan grabbed the right shoulder and slowly turned the body to its back.

Hotch followed their every movements with his eyes and waited with fear in his heart to hear what the M.E. would say.

Jade tilted her head to the side and brush the hair of the girl's face. "I don't know what your girl looks, but this girl is older than 13 years old."

"What?" Hotch asked confused.

"It's not Simone Hartmann," Morgan said, getting off the ground.

Hotch took a step forward. "Then who is it?"

"It's Jennifer Young."

/

For one blissful second Simone thought that she was lying in her own bed in her own room back in Denmark, but then reality came back to her and she opened her alright tear filled eyes, looking around the cold bedroom. When she pushed the covers aside and sat up on the bed, Simone discovered that she was not wearing her own clothes anymore. Instead of her flowered shirt and blue jeans she was now wearing a light green sundress. He had redressed her again and also braided her hair in two French braids, but that was not the worse part. Simone realized that the dirt on her arms and legs were gone and that her hair was wet. An overwhelming feeling of nausea hit her and her entire body started shaking. He had given her a bath while she was unconscious. He had taken of all her clothes and touched her body.

Simone jumped of the bed and ran to the corner of the rum to the trash can. She bent over it and with her eyes shut tight, but nothing came out. She sat down on the floor next to the trash can and with her back against the wall. She still felt extremely nauseous, but her stomach was completely empty, so there was nothing for her to throw up. She leant her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Her head hurt so much. Simone has never had a concussion, but she was sure that this was what one felt like. She sighed and slowly got up from the floor, but still small light flashed before her eyes and she had to grape a hold of the stair case above her head to keep her from falling.

Simone has never, in her short life, felt this weak. She walked back to the bed and sat down while looking around the room for her bag pack, wondering if it was still in the other room, but then she caught sight of it right next to the bedside table. She reached over to get it, but she stopped half there when she noticed something on the small table, a pink picture frame with the word 'family' written in golden letters along the bottom. The frame had not been there earlier. Simone picked it up and looked at the photo inside it. It showed a man – the man that had taken her – and a woman with blue eyes and long brown hair and between them stood a girl. Simone thought the girl looked to be about the same age as herself and with the same light brown hair and blue eyes. The girl actually looked a lot like Simone. It scared her. Who did this man think she was?

At the sound of the door at the top of the stair case opening, Simone quickly put the frame back on the bedside table and as the man walked down the stairs, she moved to the far end of the bed and sat with her back against the wall and her knees pressed to her chest.

"I see you are awake," the man said, walking the last couple of steps to the bed with a tray in his hands. "I brought you something to eat and drink." He placed the tray on the bedside table and sat down next to the young girl. Simone wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to make herself smaller. If she could she would move further to the end to get away from him, but she cannot without falling of the bed. And she knew that falling would only draw more attention to her.

"Here," the man said, holding a bowl of soup in front of her, but Simone just buried her face in her arms, too afraid to do anything else. "You have to eat something, doll. It will make you feel better." With her face still buried in her arms, Simone just shook her head. He sighed and placed the bowl back on the tray and then he got up. "When you have proven to me that you can be a good girl by eating all your food… Then I'll let you see your mommy," he told her as he walked up the stairs.

Simone's head rose quickly from her arms and she jumped of the bed. The sudden moment made her head start hurting again and her legs shook as she ran across the room. "You'll let me leave?" she asked hopeful.

With a small smile on his lips the man slowly shook his head. "No silly, your mommy is here." His smile grew bigger and something in the pit of Simone's stomach started to hurt. Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong! "Now be a good little doll and go eat your food. I'll be back in an hour." With that he opened the door and walked out of room.

/

Dr. Jadeline Carter walked into the precinct holding Jennifer Young's autopsy report close to her chest. She did not like spending much time in this place. It was too bright and full of people. She would much rather spent her time in the cold, dark morgue surround by dead people. Jade guessed that that and her pale skin tune were the reason why people were referring to her as 'Jadeline the Vampire Queen' behind her back. Even now as she walked through the precinct she heard a couple of young officer whispering together. A smirk crawled upon her lips as she turned on her heal and walked over the officers who quickly stopped their whispering. Usually she would just ignore it if people talked about her, but this was too good an opportunity for her to pass on. The youngest of the two turned completely white and the other looked like he was about to pee his pants. There were so many things Jade could say that would probably make that happen, but just the sight of the two officers being terrified, because she caught them talking about her was enough to make her day much better. Really, what did they think she was actually going to do? Kill them?

"I'm looking for Agent Hotchner. Do you know where I can find him?" Jade said as she tilted her head to the side and gave them her sweetest smile.

The officers quickly looked at each other and then the older of the two said, "He's right in there," and pointed with a kind of shaky hand towards the office that the BAU team was occupying.

"Thank you," she said, walking in the direction he had pointed with a grin on her face and the grin only got bigger when she caught sight of Captain Nolan shaking he head at her.

"Good evening Doctor," he said, laying his arm around Jade's shoulder as she walked by. "I see that you are tormenting my young officers again."

"They had it coming"

"I'm sure they did," he said. Jade just shrugged and Nolan let his arm fall of her shoulder with a laugh. "Maybe if you tried being nicer to them then they would be nicer you."

"Yeah, that's never going to happen," Jade said, turning her back to Nolan and with a small wave over her shoulder, she walked into the BAU's office.

Startled by the sudden sound of the door being opened Emily looked up from her laptop and towards the door along with Hotch, Reid and Rossi. Emily was just about to ask who the dark haired woman was, when she introduced herself. "M.E., Dr. Jadeline Carter." She gave them all a small wave and then let Jennifer Young's autopsy report fall down in front of Hotch. "As promised."

"Thank you," Hotch said, opening the file.

"Is there anything about Jennifer Young's death that was different from the others?" Dave asked.

"No," Jade said, pulling a chair out from the table and sat down. "She was killed the same why as the others, but because she had not been hold captivated very long then there was no signs of dehydration, starvation or any kinds of infections."

"So there nothing we can use to find out who kidnapped and killed her?" Emily asked, closing the laptop.

Jade shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. "But at least now you now that the same guy who killed Jennifer Young has Simone Hartmann."

"What?!" Dave, Emily and Reid said at once and looked surprised at the dark haired doctor.

Hotch looked up from the file. "There were drawings on Jennifer Young's back." He took the pictures of them out of the file, handing them to Dave as he said, "They were done my Simone."

Emily and Reid looked over Dave's shoulder as he inspected the drawings. "They are good, but how do you know that Simone drew them?" Dave asked, looking from Hotch to Jade and back.

Jade got out of the chair and walked over to Dave. She leant over his shoulder and pointed to the drawing of a big tree that took up most of Jennifer's back. "If you look closely at the branches of the tree then you can see her name." She ran a finger over the picture and the three others slowly turned their heads to the left. For a moment they looked at the picture in silent, so when Hotch's phone started ringing it startled them all.

"Garcia, you're on speaker," Hotch said, placing his cell in the middle of the table.

"So you guys asked me to find out everything I could about the art professor."

"Right."

"Well at first I couldn't really find anything and I thought t that was really weird, so I did my thing."

"What did you find?" Hotch asked impatiently.

If Garcia had noticed the way Hotch had snapped at her then she did not let it show, instead she just continued. "Louise Campbell is born July 21st. 1972, she has blue eyes and brown hair, just like all the other victims. Also the reason why I couldn't find out much about her before is that Campbell is her maiden name, which she only just went back to using after she got divorced from her husband, Eric Clark. The couple had a 12 year-old daughter together, Julia."

"Had?" Emily asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Eric Clark and his daughter were in a car accident. He fall asleep by the wheel and wrapped the car around a light post. Julia died from her injuries two days later in the hospital and short there after the couple got divorced."

"That's kind of sad," Jade said.

"What? Who else is with you? That didn't sound like JJ!"

"There's just one 'J'," she said with a grin. "I'm Jade, the M.E."

"I would say that it was nice meeting you, but if you're there then it must mean that you guys were talking about someone who's death and that you have cut open."

"Pretty much."

"Yeah I don't like that."

"Garcia!"

"Sorry Sir, I'll go on now and I have something creepy to tell you."

"What?"

"I found a picture of Julia Clark and she looks almost exactly like Simone Hartmann! I have sent it to your phones along with both parents' addresses and personal information."

"Thank you," Hotch said and hung up. All four profilers grabbed their phones and read in silent, which was first broken by Reid. "Could Eric Clark be for UnSub?"

"We are already established that the other victims were surrogates for someone else and that someone else could be the wife," Dave said. "But why would he kill Jennifer Young so soon after abducting her?"

"Because he found Simone," Emily said. "She's the daughter he lost. He wasn't expecting to get her back, but then he didn't."

"And then a surrogate is one longer enough for him," Hotch said as he got out of the chair and grabbed his phone. "JJ, we have found out who the UnSub is and he's going after Louise Campbell." As soon as the words left Hotch's mouth Reid and Dave were up from their chairs as well, but when Emily raised Hotch quickly turned to her. "You're staying here."

"What?!"

Hotch looked from her face to her stomach and back. "You're staying here," he repeated and then the three male profilers left the room.

"This sucks," Emily mumbled to herself as she sat back down in the chair.

"Is he the 'baby daddy'?"

Startled Emily turned around. She had completely forgotten that the M.E. was still in the room. "Umm, yeah."

"I figured," Jade said with a smile as she turned on her heel, walking to the door. "Well, good luck with that," she said and then she was out the door.

/

Simone walked back and forth in the small room with her eyes on the door on top of the stairs constantly. She had eaten all of the food like she had been told to and had expected the man to come back and get her after an hour like he had said, but even without having a clock Simone knew that a lot more time had passed. The bright light that earlier had shined trough the small windows, was now a warm orange glow and she knew that that meant it would be dark soon. Simone would have to spend another night here, but even with that realization she did not stop pacing the floor.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened. Simone ran to the foot of the stairs and look up at the man. "I ate all of the food," she said desperately. "I have been a good girl like you told me to."

He smiled at her. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes!"

"Then you can come up here. Your mom is waiting for you."

Simone did not need to be told this twice. She quickly walked up the stairs, but when she reached the top the man did not move so she could get out, instead he wrapped his right arm around her shoulder and it gave her chills run down her back. Simone swallowed hard and asked, "Where's my mom?"

"Just right in here little doll," he said, leading Simone in to what looked like a living room. His grip on her shoulder tightened and she felt tears filling her eyes. The woman, sitting bound and gagged on the couch, was not her mother. "Now we can be a family again."


A/N - I'm really REALLY sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I wish I could promise that the next chapter will come faster, but I can't and there are two reasons why. 1) I got an exam next week and after that I start a 10 week internship at the hospital, which I'm really looking forward too! 2) I have NO IDEA what to write! I should never have decided to write a case into this story! I think this chapter really sucked and I couldn't figure out how to write some cute little H/P moments in to it. *sighs* But thankfully I will only have to write one or maybe two more chapters like this.

I hope all of you will bear with me and I promise there will be a lot more cuteness later :)

Also I will need help from you guys later to pick out baby names, because I can't choose!