Okay a few things, like I said in my Doctor Who fic when I posted, I had no computer for the longest time. My laptop literally took 5-10 minutes to load up to where I can actually do anything. Problem is, like a couple of minutes later, the stupid thing would freeze. I blame the Windows update my dad put on the computer which, mind you, is too new for the model my laptop is. Luckily I think my dad fixed it and I should be okay to post again, given my crazy work schedule doesn't interfere too much.
Second, any references to Cori starting towards Mary-sueness, I appreciate the warning, but I swear, just because Cori has similarities to Spencer, I actually didn't mean for that to happen. Cori's fashion sense (button downs, jeans, converse and the like) are just clothing that I myself am fond of. Converse are my favorite brand of shoe so I literally force them on nearly every fiction character I create. Spencer wearing them was just a coincidence to me that I kind of enjoyed.
Also her non matching socks, I actually do wear non matching socks. Haven't in quite a while, not because I think they're lucky (trust me I was wearing mismatched socks when I went down the stairs of my dorm a couple of years ago, and I still tripped, fell and sprained my ankle forcing myself on crutches for a week), but I wear them because I wanted to try something bright and insane, and the best I could go was mismatched socks (drives my boyfriend and family (except two of my cousins) nuts.
Just to inform you, Cori's nervous habits are actually identical to my own. My own personality and habits are usually where my characters get them.
And Karma and Charlotte? Yes they're OCs but they're OCs that two of my friends created because they love criminal minds as much as I do.
So anyways, there are the explanations. Hope they explained some things.
Chapter 3: A Visit Home; Finding a Suspect
November 25, 2014
Hannah Rogers' house, Springfield, MO
That evening, the team called it quits for the day. Instead of bunking at a hotel with the rest of the team, Cori had opted to going back home and staying with her mother for the duration of the case.
After catching a taxi, she made the 15 minute trek to her childhood home. When the taxi pulled up, Cori quickly gathered her belongings, thanked and paid the driver and stepped out into the familiar front yard. As she had suspected, the house had not changed a bit. This surprised her, since Cori had not been home in a few years.
Taking a deep breath, Cori walked up to the front door and knocked. "Just a minute!" The familiar voice of her mother called out. Cori took a deep breath in, preparing herself for what her mother would say to her. About a couple of minutes later, the lock clicked, the door opened slowly, and Hannah Rogers stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes widened with shock when they landed on Cori.
"Cori?" She said, inching closer as if she was afraid Cori wasn't there. "What are you doing back here? It's only been a few years. Did you find Kyler?" The mention of her brother made Cori tense, her hands clenching into fists.
"I'm afraid not..." She muttered, lowering her head. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know I promised I wouldn't come home until I had found Kyler, but the BAU had a case here."
"Those girls that go missing and 2 days later they're found dead?" Hannah asked. Cori looked up in surprise. "I do actually watch the news, Coretta." Cori smiled slightly. Hannah's expression darkened. "Honey, I want you to be careful. Those girls-"
"Look a lot like me, I know, Mom." Cori interrupted. "The team has already pointed that out."
Hannah sighed, but nodded. She grabbed Cori's hand. "Come in, sweetheart." Cori allowed herself to be pulled inside where she then preceded to sit in the arm chair she used to always sit in with her father while she was growing up. "So, besides the fact that your team is working a case here, why are you here instead of at a motel with them."
"I thought that since we were in my hometown, what better person to stay with than my mother." Cori replied. "Is that okay?"
Hannah, now sitting on another smaller chair across from her daughter, smiled and nodded. "Of course it is! I would rather my little genius be here than anywhere else." Cori grinned.
For the remainder of the evening, Cori shared what she had been up to since leaving home. She told her mother about everyone on her BAU team, and when she got to Spencer, her mother stopped her.
"You like him don't you?" Hannah questioned, smirking.
Cori's eyes widened as a fierce blush lit up her pale cheeks. "Mo- Mom!" She exclaimed. "N-no way!" But Hannah knew she was right. After all, no one knew Cori better than her own mother. Cori's blush intensified. "He's my coworker! I can't!"
"Says who?" Hannah asked. She stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink, sweetheart?"
"Water please."
"Coming right up." Cori kicked off her converse and pulled her knees up on the chair, wrapping her arms around her knees as she settled her chin on them. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as, without meaning to, she began thinking about the case. Besides their similar appearances, what could the unsub possibly want in regards to them? And another thought: did her own similar appearance to the victims make her a target herself?
That night, as Cori lay on her old bed in her old room, staring up at the ceiling, the case never left her mind. "Why is the unsub killing these girls?" She muttered softly to herself, absentmindedly drumming the fingers of her right hand on her stomach. "What satisfaction could he possibly be gaining?"
November 26, 2014
Springfield Police Department, Springfield, MO
The next day at the station, Cori sat at the very same table, watching as Spencer began explaining his geographic profile.
"All the victims were found near or on this area." He began. "That led me to think that this unsub's hunting ground is within a ten mile radius of this area."
"Makes sense." Kate said. "Serial killers usually stick to an area that's familiar to them."
"But the question still remains," Dave started. "Why is this unsub taking these girls?"
"And why does the number of wounds increase the younger they are?" Derek finished. His phone ringing caught everyone's attention as he fished it out of his pocket. "Hey, Baby Girl, what have you got for me?"
"Oh I have a lot, Chocolate Thunder," Penelope began. "But I think what you're looking for is what these girls have in common."
"Besides similar appearances?" JJ questioned. "What else is there? These girls never crossed paths once."
"Very true, but I checked further into their backgrounds and low and behold, all of these girls had IQs of 178 or higher."
"Geniuses!" Charlotte exclaimed, startling Cori, who was sitting right next to her, and causing her to jump almost completely out of her seat.
"So with a combination of the genius level intellects and the severe number of wounds, that indicates that the unsub has a grudge against girls with above average intelligence levels for their ages." Karma said, snapping her fingers.
"But that still leaves a lot of people in the suspect pool." Derek pointed out. "Anyone could have a grudge against those kind of people."
"Yeah, I mean people used to bully me all the time for being a genius." Spencer interjected. "Those kinds of people are not rare."
"But what is rare is the age of the victims." Cori said, eyes widening cartoonishly. "We already pointed out how the number of wounds increases the younger the victim is. The only way the unsub would hold such animosity towards someone like that on a scale like this was if they had some personal connection to them, either a sibling or cousin. Possibly, the unsub could have even been older than them."
"Because they would have been the center of attention until the genius family member was born and took that attention away!" Spencer exclaimed. He turned to Derek, snatching the phone from his hand. "Garcia, do a search on anybody in the Springfield area who had relatives that were registered geniuses with IQs in the range you specified to us before."
"How far back, 187?" Penelope asked, fingers already on her keyboard. "I need better parameters."
"To inflict this many wounds, this unsub has to be strong." Hotch said. "So I'd say at least into the 1990's."
"On it, bossman," Penelope said.
"All the victims suffered from some sort of immune disorder, so look for anyone who's genius relative suffered from any sort of immune disorder." Kate said.
"I'll check back with you, my lovelies, once I find something of interest." And with that, Penelope was off.
"Okay, I think we have our profile." Hotch said, turning to the team. "Let's get it out and catch this son of a gun."
Okay so i'd love some input on how to do the profile. I had it all written out at one point, but then my flashdrive crashed and I lost everything I've been working on the last several years. I already know who did it and how the confrontation is going tot go down but writing the rest of the investigation has me stumped.
Please Reid and Review!