Emily shook her head as she slipped her gloves out of her blazer's breast pocket, the latex sliding over her fingers as she looked around the living room. "Where could she be? Her phone is right here," she sighed, picking up the black plastic up fro the coffee table.
The Italian detective pursed her lips as she made her way into the small kitchenette. "There's a half eaten bowl of cereal in the sink," she pointed out.
"She was definitely out of here in a hurry."
Jane's brow arched as she bent down by the coat closet, her thankfully covered fingers picking up a pair of stain panties from the floor. "Think she ran out without these?" she chuckled, her eyes meeting those of the older woman.
Her smile slowly falling from her face, Emily let her eyes narrow on the nude colored underwear. Why would Christina have something that was meant to be in the bedroom out in the middle of the hall, where anyone who walked in could see them?"
Jane watched as the brunette agent's face fell into a concentrated state. "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't make sense," she sighed. Emily pointed to the underwear in her friend's hand, taking a step forward. "The apartment obviously isn't one that's cleaned daily, even bi-weekly, but everything that's a mess in the living room is from the living room and everything that's a mess in the kitchen is from the kitchen." She shook her head, her dark eyes glancing to those of the younger woman. "But the underwear belongs in the bedroom."
Her mind clicking onto the same wavelength as the BAU agent, the lightly tanned brunette nodded her head. "It's out of place."
Emily nodded, glancing around her. "Incredibly out of place." Taking a step closer to the Boston detective that had accompanied her and her boss to the apartment complex and opened up the coat closet door.
Jane's eyes darkened at the sight of different pairs of underwear she saw hidden at the bottom of the closet. "Those aren't hers."
Squatting along with the younger woman by her side, Emily took some boxer shorts in her hands and held them up before her.
"Boyfriend's?"
Emily looked away from the green boxers in her hands and glance back down to the other pairs of underwear she saw on the floor. "Seven," she muttered, standing back up from her spot before the closet.
Jane threw the underwear that she had been holding onto back down onto the floor, quickly standing from the floor and backing away from the small closet. "That's the amount of victims we have so far," she nodded. "Those are our victims' underwear."
Looking back down to the cellphone she had picked up from the coffee table, Emily bit her lip. "So she somehow finds out that we're onto her and have Amber in custody, so she hightails it out of here and just happens to leave her cell phone, and one of the trophies that she's been collecting just happens to fall out of it's hiding place when she goes to grab her coat?"
The Boston detective slowly shook her head. "Too many easy finds."
Emily jumped quietly at the feeling of a vibration throughout her arm, and she looked down to the phone that she had assumed was that of Christina Foxx. Quickly opening up the text message that popped up on the sparkling clean screen, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Thought you'd find me, huh? Joke's on you'," she whispered as she concentrated on the words on that showed. The brunette found herself chucking the piece of plastic across the room and grabbing at the detective's arm, pulling her towards the apartment door. "Get out! Now!" Heat immediately flew over her body as she and Jane fell to the floor, a loud crash sounding from behind.