Aaron Hotchner's Perfect Unsub

Batter up

AJ'S POV

I wake up back at home in Quantico, Virginia. I get out of bed and stare at my closet for a good ten minutes before deciding what to wear to work. I pick out a white button up and black trousers. Making sure I have everything I need, I brush my teeth, grab my keys and walk out. 

When I get to work, my assistant, Josh, approaches me.

"Doctor Parker, you have a total of five appointments today, two of which are new patients that need to be evaluated for their job." I look at him, confused. 

"Why do they need to be evaluated?" 

"Well, they work for the FBI, and apparently something happened to one of their agents so they are having her friends come in to see if they are fit enough to continue."

"So, this agent only had two friends?" I say, walking into my office.

" Uh, no ma'am, she had six, but with your schedule, we could only get two in today."

"Okay, thank you, Josh." He shuts my office door and I sit down at my desk, looking at the files for my first patient.

After my third patient, I walked to the break room and heated up ramen for lunch. While eating, I looked at the files for my next two appointments, the FBI agents. The first one is Derek Morgan, who I recognize from the tv in Baltimore. Wasn't he the one standing next to a pipe cleaner with eyes?  I laugh, scanning through his medical history. My work phone rings next to me, making me jump. 

"Yes, Josh?"

"Ma'am, your next appointment is here."

"Great, I'll come and get them." I stand up, tidying up my desk. I walk down the hallway to the front desk, where I and greeted by a tall, muscular bald man with milk chocolate skin. He reaches his hand out for me to shake and I take it.

"Doctor Parker."

"Hello, you must be Derek Morgan. Follow me to my office, please." We walk down the hallway and enter my office. I sit down in a chair in front of my desk and gesture for him to take the seat across from me.

"Now, Derek, why are you here?"

Derek looks up from his clasped hands, sighs, and says, "I am required to be here because my boss wants to know if I am mentally able to do my job."

"I understand that, but I want to know what led up to you being in my office, Derek."

"A member of my team left, Doc."

I tilt my head, confused. "One of them left, Agent Morgan?"

He blinks twice before he answers, pushing back his tears.

"Yes, they left."

Lied about a team member's death, and told me they 'left'. I write in my notes.

"After this person left, did you feel betrayed, sad, mad, disappointed..."

He takes a minute to answer, wringing his hands while he was thinking. 

"I was angry, Doc. Angry at her, and furious with myself for not knowing the truth."

After Derek's evaluation, I concluded that he was mentally fit to stay at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, but I wanted to have a follow-up after his partner's funeral. My next appointment is with David Rossi, and he walks into my office.

"Doctor Parker? I'm SSA David Rossi."

I signal for him to sit across from me and repeat every question to him that I asked Morgan. I close my notebook after the last question and thank him for coming. Damn, I really need to find something to do tonight, I think to myself. I left the office, and while walking to my car I get an idea. The BAU is asking me for help so I might as well give them a chance to profile me, I laugh, thinking about which bars are open tonight. 

I walk into Bill's on 89th near downtown. I sit down, order a straight whiskey, and watch the Yankees game on the mounted tv near me. I hear footsteps from beside me and see a man slip into the seat in front of me. I look at him. He's the one. I grab my drink from the waitress and sip it as I look him up and down. Brown hair, Blue eyes, and a narcissistic personality disorder. 

"Are you going to say some misogynistic pickup line or just sit there?" I say looking back at the tv.

"Well I was but I thought better of it."

Like that'll save you now. "Well you better be happy I'm desperate. Do you wanna get out of here?" I ask, finishing up my whiskey.

"Uh, yeah sure. Yours or mine?"

"I'll just follow you to your place," I grab my phone and follow him into the parking lot and to his house. I park my car behind him and go into the house after him.

"Dance with me?" I ask, turning around and looking at him. He slowly nods and I take an iPod out of my purse plugging it in to the system next to us. While choosing a song, I spot a baseball bat in the corner of his living room. I press play and wrap my arms around his neck while his are around my waist. 'Take me out to the ballgame' started to play and as we swayed back and forth, we got closer to the bat. 

I don't care if I ever get back

I grab the bat and hit the man in the head with it. He falls to the floor, unconscious.

Oh then root, root, root for the home team

I strike him on each 'root', leaving me and the room covered in blood. I grip the bat going over to the iPod put the song on loop and turn it all the way up. Wiping my prints from every surface, I walk out of the house. One, two, three, strikes you're out, Agents.