Aaron Hotchner's Perfect Unsub

What?

Aaron's POV

As Rossi and I head back to the station from arresting Clayton Harris, the prostitute killer, I get a phone call from Sheriff Hobbs.

"Sheriff?"

"We might need your team to stick around," he says worriedly

"What happened?"

"We found a body in eastern Baltimore."

"Send me the address and I'll notify the team." I hang up and look at Rossi. 

"Looks like we're staying in Baltimore, Dave."

I turn into the street that Hobbs sent me and turn off the car. I grab a pair of gloves, scan the scene for the team and head into the house.  

"Timothy Green, 25,  he works at the local attorney's office downtown. He was last seen at a bar called Al's on 52nd, which is 5 miles north of here." I nod to the sheriff and and walk into the living room, where the body was.                                                                                                                                   

"Who found the body?" I ask.

"B cops, they were called here because of a noise complaint and when nobody answered the door, they came in."

"Hey Hotch," I turn, seeing Reid near a bookcase.                                                                                        

"What is it Reid?"                   

"There was a record playing at the time of his death, and it relates to how the body was positioned."

"What?"

"The record is just a singular song, 'Put Your Head on My Shoulder' by Paul Anka. If you look at the body you can see that his head is placed on his shoulder as if he is sleeping."                                           

The medical examiner rolls in a gurney and a body bag. I take a tour around the house to see that Timothy was an average ladies man and workaholic. Rossi, Reid, and I head back to the station to brief the rest of the team on what we found. 

"We have no idea if this is serial? If this is just one murder, then why are we still here?" Morgan asks.

I look at Rossi, seeing if I can tell them. He nods, and I say, " We know this is serial because there was a murder like this last week in Boston. Music that included the C.O.D. was found at the scene    and the victim was last seen at a club in uptown Boston."

"How was the music incorporated in this murder?" Prentiss says looking at the coroner's report.

" The song playing was 'Choking on Flowers' by Fox Academy-"

"Most of the song is instrumental, so the unsub would have limited inventory on weapons," Reid interrupts me. I give him a look and continue.                                                                                                               

"The only thing different was that the victim was an African American woman, but she was in the same age range as Mr. Green. Her name was Lisa Townsley and she was found in her home with fake sunflowers shoved down her throat post mortem. The flowers were her own and she was strangled with a dusty blind cord," I stop, looking around, reading the teams faces. My eyes stop on Morgan. 

"What is it Morgan?" He looks up at me and sighs. " Why did the unsub use a 'dusty' blind cord to strangle her? There were probably easier ways to do it."

"It relates to the lyrics," Reid steps in," in the last three lines if the song, it says 'you remind me of better times, dusty blinds, this happens all the time.' My question is whether the unsub is a man or not, because Lisa was physically fit and Timothy worked out everyday."

Rossi leans forward," I think it's a man because the amount of strength you need to overpower a guy that works out every day is a lot." The team nods, agreeing with him.

"You should rethink that statement, agent." 

I turn and see the sheriff holding a file. "The coroner found drugs in the vic's system, ketamine, to be exact."

"So the unsub could be a woman?" I think out loud. 

"I don't care if the unsub is a man or a woman. We need to find this bastard, and quick," Morgan says standing up and walking out.