A/N: Thank you to the two who are always reviewing, I see that you people are reid-ing (hahaha get it), but anyways. I'm going to give you the next chapter- because I already have another one on backup. And maybe another... ;) So here it is. And if it ever says Hitch and not Hotch. Blame my Mac, and not wanting to proofread completely. Here goes. So thanks for the favorites, follows and reviews, but come on gimme more!
Caitlyn tried to get comfortable in her seat, her outfit wasn't necessarily the best for sitting at the conference table. Maybe it was basically more of the embarrassment of your boss knowing the whole time that you and your co worker had been dating and being put on the spot in front of everyone that you work with.
"Honesty it's like as soon as I'm getting my groove on, bam, I'm back at the BAU." Morgan groaned.
"Statistically a case isn't more or less likely to come in when you're out at a party or doing something that you enjoy in comparison to when you're not it's more of a trick of the min-" Reid began before Caitlyn nudged him to stop talking.
"Well whatever good time everyone was having, it's definitely over now." JJ started, coming into the conference room and grabbing her remote, "Georgia, these two were just murdered an hour ago in their suburban home."
"An hour ago?" Hotch inquired, JJ nodded her head,
"The police were on the scene unusually fast."
"Why?" Morgan interjected.
"The un-subs called them and told them that they were about to murder the other victims." Every facial expression changed at that very moment, this was serious. Not that every other case wasn't but this was pretty rare and every agent sitting in that room knew it.
"You're kidding." Morgan said, bewildered.
"According to the dispatcher the first male sounded terrified and was begging them to get there because the other who they both identified as Raphael was about to kill the sinners that lived there." Hello crazy town.
"Sinners?" Hotch spoke up again.
"The dispatchers are going to send Garcia a copy of the tape." JJ confirmed, Reid asked for the exact response time and wrote it down on a notepad.
"Raphael managed to do this." JJ started as she clicked down on her remote showing the crime scene photos. Garcia immediately turned her head away, the technical analyst would never get used to or want to look at the scenes.
"Holy shit," Caitlyn breathed, "he did that in under five minutes?"
"The husband Mr. Kyle is a millionaire there's going to be media covers. And this was left at the crime scene."
"It's a bible passage." Hotch confirmed, reading the passage out loud.
"They're killing sinners, so it has to be mission based." Caitlyn concluded.
"And mission based killers wont stop killing until whatever it is they're after is achieved." Reid finished.
Caitlyn ruffled her hair as she made her way out of the airplane bathroom and changed out of her date clothes and into her work attire. She let out a sigh and opened her case file, joining the rest of the team who were doing the same, no one was speaking. She sat down next to Reid who was trying to focus and noticed when she sat down. No one was speaking on the jet which was a first, she felt uneasy about the circumstances and felt overwhelmed not being as skilled of a profiler with such a crazy case. She felt Reid's hand on her knee as he gave it a small reassuring squeeze, not looking up from his case file.
"This is a bad one, isn't it." She heard Emily ask from a row of seats ahead of them.
"Unsubs with a cause are never good." Derek answered. At that moment, Garcia appeared on the screen with the 911 call that was sent over by the dispatchers. All of the agents gathered around as they heard the first un sub talking about sinners being killed because they had too much stuff. The agents started to spitfire ideas about the unsub. Why was the first one so afraid? Was he doing it against his will? Who was Raphael?
"We need to hit the ground running." Hotch said. He assigned Prentiss and Caitlyn to go look at the wounds on the body at the morgue, JJ to go over victimology. Gideon, Reid and Morgan were to go to the crime scene.
"we land in an hour, try and get some rest." He said.
"That's going to be hard to do." Caitlyn mumbled under her breath as she went back to her original seat, Reid followed beside her.
"Hard to think a couple of hours ago we were in the conservatory." He mumbled. When the plane landed the team dispersed, Caitlyn felt an ache in her stomach as she saw him go to the crime scene and she hopped into the car with Prentiss, she pulled her phone out and texted him, You've got me.
"So, before we go and see the gruesome of the gruesome fill me in on where you two were all dressed up." Prentiss said, usually they would only be talking about the case, but there was all the could be said with all the information that they had.
"Me and Spencer went to the conservatory at the smithsonian. He brought me flowers and everything made it all date official."
"Aw, thats so cute."
"Yeah, we're finally a couple, too."
Emily let out a laugh, "like you weren't before?"
"Well like officially okay? I almost died a little when Hotch came in and said what he said. I thought we were hiding it well!" Caitlyn said as they pulled up to meet with ME. The stabs weren't stabs, they were slices on all the major arteries. Caitlyn had never seen anything like it before, but Emily didn't even flinch. Caitlyn couldn't even imagine what the crime scene looked like. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, we are each others.
"So basically we have it narrowed down to anyone who has the knowledge of hunting, farmers, hunters- the whole population of rural Georgia," Caitlyn explained as they walked into the group crowded around the computer. The un sub had posted the murders on the internet. Caitlyn walked up to watch as Reid was looking over the computer in a cubicle.
"I am so confused, is there a third un sub? There's a completely different voice."
Reid suddenly stood up,
"Agent Franks," he whispered, all of the other agents in the room turned around alarmed at his suddenly soft tone, "does this building have wireless internet?"
"Yeah, why?" The supervising officer asked.
"This computer's camera is on right now." Reid answered.
"The computer is connected to the internet its steaming a live video feed somewhere." Reid explained.
"Can we trace it?" Caitlyn whispered.
"Maybe Garcia can-" Reid was cut off by the computer making a variety of beeps and technoid sounds. All of the agents gathered around as the screen flashed a message one word at a time
THE ARMIES OF SATAN SHALL NOT PREVAIL.
"It turned itself off." Reid stated. Garcia explained that computers could be controlled remotely from far away, something that is used by tech companies to help with support. The video had also gone viral, making it the most watched thing on the internet. The laptop was going to be sent to Garcia for further analysis.
"Murder is entertainment." Gideon mumbled.
"They probably don't even know it's real." JJ tried to justify, "people see so many images online everyday they probably think it's marketing for a horror film or something."
"Or people are just deranged and disgusting." Caitlyn concluded.
Prentiss grabbed a whiteboard and started to write as all of the team started to spit fire ideas. Caitlyn came in with a round of coffee as she listened and Prentiss wrote quickly.
"What do we have so far?" Caitlyn asked.
"Not enough." Gideon answered. Caitlyn sipped her coffee as Reid stood staring at the board. She walked over and handed him the cup, both of their hands touching and making eye contact, they both stayed for a second before Caitlyn sat back down, the extra contact not noticeable to anyone in the room.
"I have something," JJ said coming into the room, "three months ago there was a prowler reported outside of the victims homes."
"A prowler?" Reid asked, finally something Caitlyn knew that he didn't.
"Someone who is seen sneaking up to peoples houses, we used it as a tactical term and as a strategy when I was with SWAT but we also used it for offenders too." she answered. The prowler turned out to be only one man who couldn't be described, and if it could it wasn't in the case file that they had. But they had a witness.
"Reid, JJ and Robertson go talk to Tobias Hankle, it's a longshot but he could know something." Hotch ordered. Caitlyn nodded and took the car keys, the two other agents following her to the Sedan.
"This looks… sketchy." Caitlyn said as she pulled up to the house. The agents walked up as JJ knocked on the door.
"Mr. Hankle?" she asked as the man looked out from a small crack, Caitlyn raised a brow. He seemed nervous. All of the agents held up their badges,
"We're from the FBI, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" JJ asked, Caitlyn knew that Reid was onto something he started to bounce as if he was nervous as JJ questioned him.
"Um. It was a long drive over here, do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Caitlyn shot him a glance, this guy had something wrong with him and it was obvious that was not a good idea. She was relieved when he said no and shut the door on them. The three agents walked away.
"Something isn't right about him, at all." Caitlyn stated. "Why bother calling the police if later you're going to say that you didn't?"
"To get a response time." Reid stated, "He called so that he could know how long it would take for them to show." Before Caitlyn or JJ could say anything the young doctor was making his way around the house.
"Reid!" JJ whispered in a hushed tone as he looked through the window where he saw Tobias starting to freak out and a bunch of computer screens. Tobias caught glimpse of Caitlyn and Reid staring in the window and started to take off.
"JJ get back here, he's the unsub!" Reid started, Caitlyn's instincts already had taken effect. Once she saw him running she went into a full stride chasing after him through the barn, she could hear JJ and Reid arguing about waiting for backup but there was no time for that. She was right on his tail and grabbed her gun out of it's holster. Caitlyn lost sight of him once she got into the field, not noticing Tobias coming behind her and knocking her out unconscious.
"Robertson… Robertson! Cait!" Caitlyn tried to sit up, but was instantly pushed back down by the overwhelming force of gravity that she didn't seem to notice before. Her head was pounding, the side of her face and the back of her head throbbed where she had been struck.
"Spencer?" she said, still not aware of what was going on. When she opened her eyes she saw Hotch and Morgan above her, they helped her to sit up.
"Where is Tobias?" Caitlyn asked, "I was right behind him, I had him. He's the unsub."
"We know. He got away. Come on, we need to get you looked at." Morgan said, helping her up.
"Where's Spencer and JJ" She asked.
"JJ is over here, we're still looking for Reid." Hotch said, bringing Caitlyn over to an ambulance where a shaken up JJ was sitting with a blanket. The paramedic tried to get her to sit down.
"I'm fine! I don't need to sit down, I want to go find Reid." Caitlyn objected.
"You have a concussion, sit down. Men are looking." Hotch growled. JJ grabbed onto Caitlyn as she approached, putting her head in her shoulder.
"He said to split up," she started to sob, "I-I…."
"JJ, you don't have to explain." Caitlyn said. Morgan walked over to Hotch after an officer whispered in his ear. He tried to be quiet so Caitlyn couldn't hear. The only thing she couldn't help but hear was,
there was no one in the field but it looks like someone had been dragged.
She couldn't cry, she couldn't even move. She wanted to throw up she wanted scream and run and curse everything but her emotions shut off. There was no time for that, especially if she wanted to help Spencer. JJ let out a wail and began to cry into the blanket and Caitlyn stood up stone faced and walked over to Morgan and Hotch, each step agonizing and feeling as though the world had tumbled down upon her and was on her back. Knives daggering at her heart as they looked upon her with empathy,
"What's our next move, we have to find this son of a bitch."
"Are you sure you're alright to do this?" Hotch asked, JJ still sniffling in the backround. Caitlyn gave him a look that made Hotch's resting glare look inviting.
"Im. Fine." she lied, "Let's go."