The bad bitch we know and love finally made it to the BAU
Meet Y/n Gideon, the daughter of Jason Gideon.
Being rich and famous isn't easy, but despising your father. After joining the BAU out of spite (and the good reputation perks) you find yoursel...
"For the man Sound of Body and serene of mind, there is no such thing as bad weather. Every day has its beauty," George Gissin.
And what do we say to that quote, everybody? Screw that shit because you are about to go through it! Good luck my loves :)
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"The bodies of two unidentified boys-" Garcia grimaced as two pictures popped up on the screen. Both bloody and surrounded by trash, missing body parts too, "-were found near Witchita, Kansas, a weeks apart. Both were Caucasian and between the ages of 15-17."
Prentiss flipped a page and paused before reading, "They were each found mangled in the aftermath of a tornado."
Garcia nodded, "Yeah, but that's not what did them in. The M.E. has determined that the cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head before the storms hit," She clicked another button, adding more pictures to the screen of the tornado aftermath.
You stayed silent, trying to avoid the profiling stares.
Morgan focused on the screen, "Well, the death blow in each case was in almost exactly the same spot."
"What about the other damage? I mean," you pointed at the screen, "That dude doesn't have a leg." You exclaimed, instantly flushing at Hotch's sigh.
"It's not professional to call a murder victim 'dude'." He muttered
Prentiss patted your arm with a playful smile fitting on her face, "Victim number one, his right leg was taken off. Victim number two, both arms were severed, but was that because of the tornado or the unsub?"
"The M.E. still hasn't discovered that. He's a busy guy. Major storms have hit the area 23 dead. The morgue is slammed."
You looked at Hotch, "Garcia can say a morgue is slammed but I can't say dude?"
He ignored you.
"It fits the unsub. The dude's got a hell of a sadistic streak." Rossi added.
Hotch couldn't contain his smile as he rolled his eyes. Rossi chuckled silently before winking at you.
Morgan shifted to face Prentiss, "Well, a tornado would clear the air and give the unsub the privacy to do his thing."
"He may be using the storm as the body disposition modality," Reid walked to the screen, "Forensic countermeasure: wind, hail, rain, Mother Nature destroys the crime scene."
"Or," you added, "he wants us to think Mother Nature actually committed the murders."
Spencer looked at you with a slightly tilted head, was he offended you went against his statement? He didn't take his eyes off you until you finally met the contact.
Hotch followed Reid, "What concerns me is the brief period between kills. Only a week, he's moving fast." Then, he looked at you, "We need to move faster. Garcia, get me I.D.s on all the victims."
