AJ'S POV
I step into a bar in Baltimore, Maryland and take a deep breath. It's time to start the chase, I think to myself. I walk up to the bar and search for my victim. Instantly, my eyes meet beautiful blue ones. I scan him, seeing brown hair and a muscular body. Just my type, I laugh at my thoughts. He scans me over, and I know I look good with my brown hair down in waves and a mid-thigh length black dress on. I return my attention to the bartender in front of me and order a straight bourbon. She hands me my drink and I gulp the whole thing down at once, looking at the tv above the bar. Shit, why are they here now? I sigh, seeing that the FBI has just arrived to deal with a prostitute killer downtown. Still looking at the screen, I gulp down another bourbon, a man with dark hair and eyes walks into the frame of the camera. He introduces himself as SSA Aaron Hotchner, and I look back across the bar to my victim. He's staring at me, so I take myself to one of the open tables and sit, playing with my hair. The man sits down, passes me a drink and introduces himself as Timothy Green.
Timothy takes me to his home, where I ask him to dance with me.
"But, there's no music here," he says. I smile at him as I spot a wall of records and a record player. I pick one out and pull up my sleeve a little to show the needle of a syringe full of ketamine. I place the record on the player and walk over to Timothy, placing my arms around his neck.
Put your head on my shoulder ,
Hold me in your arms, baby
I slide the needle out of my sleeve and grip it as we sway from left to right.
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too
"Life sucks sometimes, doesn't it? But, there are moments that make it seem beautiful," I whisper into his ear as I stab the needle into his neck and press the plunger. Timothy sinks down to the ground and I step over his unconscious body.
Put you lips next to mine dear
I go into his garage, searching for a saw, or a really sharp knife.
People say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
I find a long, sharp knife and head back into the living room where I stab Timothy three times.I squint my eyes but never look away as my arm brings the knife down and into his chest splattering blood all over me.
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
I pick Timothy's body up and place it on the couch, where I place his head upon his shoulder, as if he is sleeping.
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Tell me
Tell me that you love me too
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder
I start the record over then I wipe my prints from the record, knife, and all the doorknobs in the house. I shut Timothy's door behind me and start the walk home.
Agent Hotchner, we have a long road ahead of us. Catch me if you can.
YOU ARE READING
Aaron Hotchner's Perfect Unsub
ActionAs a new serial killer travels throughout America, the BAU tracks her the whole way. She has a connection to SSA Aaron Hotchner, but he doesn't know.
