A/N: Don't own CM!

Chapter 11

I woke up to the sound of Sasha opening the door to the guest room I was sleeping in.

"Em, sorry to wake you up so early, but there are more bodies."

That was one way to wake me up. I almost jumped out of bed with that news. "Same MO?"

"Same MO," She replied confidently. "You have time for a shower. We will eat on the way."

Following her directions, I showered as fast as I could. I put on fresh clothes and found Sasha putting two bagels in a bag.

She looked up at me and asked, "You ready to go?"

This was an extreme escalation. Five victims. Seven now altogether. Five victims stabbed, shot, and hung. Five people mutilated and cut apart. I've seen a lot. This was almost unbearable to look at.

"Juan Flynn," Sasha muttered, looking pissed. "His wife, his son, his daughter in law, and his granddaughter. All slaughtered."

I shook my head in disgust. The Spahn Ranch (where the Manson Family has lived) former cowboy and his family were murdered by the Family. And we didn't prevent it. That always hurt.

"The Manson Family didn't kill kids. When Manson was looking to kill the night of the LaBianca murders, he specifically wouldn't kill children," I commented as I walked away from the bodies and walked toward the words written on the wall.

The words were different than the ones from the original murders. This time, the words smeared on the walls were: "Comin' down fast," "Here she comes," and "Fly." All other lyrics from songs by The Beatles.

"Emily," Sasha piped up. "Come here. Look at this."

I turned around and walked to Sasha. She was looking at the kid's body. The one body I really didn't want to look at. Sasha pulled up the shirt of the kid showing the young girl's back. The word "free" was carved into her flesh. I had to hold down the vomit. I hated cases that involved kids.

"Manson thought that death wasn't the end. Like it wasn't final," Sasha informed me, her voice sounding off. I bet she rarely dealt with bodies of kids. "That was why he wasn't worried about dying. He used this philosophy to convince his followers that killing wasn't a wrongful or immoral act."

Something wasn't right though. Manson's targets were people he considered "pigs." Wealthier people who thought they were higher in the hierarchy than others. People that would enrage other white people to get them fired up enough to start a war. This didn't follow that victimology. I realized that this UnSub wasn't just copying the murders, he was avenging Manson's capture and the end to the Family.

I cleared my throat and looked away from the body. "We need to talk to Manson. And I need to call my team."

"I agree with you about talking to Manson," Sasha nodded. "But your team didn't believe you last time. Why would they believe you now? We don't even need them."

I shook my head. "They didn't understand that this wasn't just a one-time thing. Now there are seven victims. There could be a spree. Hell, it already could be a spree. The BAU would be called for a case like this one anyway. Copycat or the real deal Manson Family, seven people are dead and more are going to be killed. They are going to come."

Sasha looked almost angry and disappointed with what I told her. But eventually, she sighed and replied, "Fine. I'll call the Captain and convince him to talk to the warden so that we can get into the prison. You call your team."

Following her orders, I nodded and left the house. I took a deep breath when walked outside. I didn't have to see bodies or blood for a few minutes. I dialed Hotch's number.

"Hotchner," Hotch answered casually.

"Hotch, five more victims today. Juan Flynn, a witness for the trial, and his family were stabbed, shot, and hung. I talked to Sandra Good. She has been threatened by the new leader and was scared enough to flee. She thinks they took Lynette Fromme. The stab marks on the DeCarlo couple showed multiple UnSubs. Hotch, this is happening and we need your help."

He remained silent for a few seconds before replying. "I hear you, Prentiss. JJ talked to me this morning. She already convinced me to send the team to you. We will get a flight out to LA as soon as possible. It will still be a few hours, though."

I couldn't believe that they had already decided to come out. And I really couldn't believe that it was JJ who convinced him.

"Thank you, Sir. I think that Detective Tyburczy and I will try to speak with Manson himself in the next few hours."

"Alright. Try to record your conversation with him. And ask him for letters that he was sent by admirers."

I nodded, agreeing with him one hundred percent. "For sure. Oh, and Hotch? One of the victims… one of the victims was a kid."

"That's different. Alright, Prentiss. Thanks for letting me know. I'll let you know when we are landing. Talk to you soon."

"See you soon, Sir."

I hung up and noticed that Sasha was running up to me.

"They coming here?" She asked and I nodded. She added, "Good. I have good news, too. Boss told me that we are allowed an interview. Delmonico is picking us up. You ready to talk to the most infamous cult leader of all time?"

She seemed so emotionless. Which sort of scared me. Due to her… situation. "Sash, are you sure you are okay with this? I could take over the interview and do it with Delmonico if you want me-"

"No," Sasha argued. "Thank you for offering, but no. Manson doesn't know who I am and I can pretend like he's not my father. No one else besides you knows. No one has to know about this."

I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to tell her that her that her feelings could get in the way of this case, even if she tried to not let them. If Hotch was in charge, hell, if anyone else was here, they would make sure that she wasn't interviewing the man who left her and her mother to lead a cult to murder.

"Don't make that worried face, Em. I'm fine." Those words brought me back.

"Don't make that worried face, Emmy. I'm fine, l-love," Sasha whispered before kissing my forehead.

"You're drunk," I muttered under my breath. "You never drink, Sash. You knew how easily your mom got addicted. You told me when we first met that you don't drink. So you are obviously not okay."

"I'm a grown-up, Em. I can drink if I want to," She caught me glaring at her and she added, "This isn't about him."

I shook my head with an incredulous look. "Of course this is about him! You have every right to not feel okay! You just found out who your father is! It doesn't matter who he is, it's still hard."

"But it does matter who it is. Emily, what if something is wrong with me? How could I be normal if my father is so evil?"

I brushed the hair out of her wet face and kissed her cheek. "Nothing is wrong with you, Sash. Other than your choice of romantic partner, you are completely normal. You didn't grow up with him. He didn't affect your life at all. And he still doesn't have to."

She put her forehead against mine. "I don't know how I would have gotten through this without you. You keep me sane, Emily."

"Sasha, if I saw my father again, I wouldn't be able to hold it in emotionally. This isn't just some suspect, Sash. He's your father."

She rolled her eyes. "Weren't you the one who told me that he wasn't my father? Besides, of course, you wouldn't be able to hold it in emotionally with your dad. He hurt you in so many ways. Manson never laid a finger on me. He probably doesn't know that I exist."

"If someone finds out…"

"They won't. And if someone did, then I will tell them that you didn't know. That way you could continue to do what you do best: keep secrets."

TWIST! Did you guys expect it? Manson being Sasha's father is going to be so important for the rest of the story. Here comes the team!

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