"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality." - Emily Dickinson.
Spencer Reid × Original character
Roughly season 7... though I will leave that unspecified. There will be plot lines used from season 8.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds, and the C...
"We can not become what we want by remaining what are." - Max Depree
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TW: description of blood, murder, psychopaths, torture, abuse, crime scenes, death, sexual acts, drugs/drug abuse, addiction, rape.
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The plane eventually lands and we all pile off, grabbing our bags and heading to our respective cars.
Reid finishes buckling next to me in the back seat, handing me some crime scene photos. "So if the bodies were dumped someplace dirty but the bodies were clean, posed, and clothed, are we looking at the possibility of two unsubs?"
"Could be," Morgan agrees, "The dominant chooses the dumpsite and drops the body off. Submissive doesn't like that very much but feels like he can't say anything, so he does the next best thing, shows remorse." He thinks out loud as he drives all of us to the crime scenes.
I look over the photos, all of them not giving much information. All the scenes seem to be very plain, just a body and the usual alley trash. The only thing giving away that this Is the same unsub or unsubs, is that each body was dumped in the same alley and they were posed the same, arms crossed over their chest.
I hand back the crime scene photos, letting Reid look them over once more. "We'll find out more at the crime scenes," I say looking out the window, watching the buildings and streets zoom by. If only these people knew where we were headed.
We finally arrive at the scene, just in time to keep me from getting antsy. We all pile out of the car and head for the yellow caution tape, all of us ducking under it and grabbing blue surgical gloves.
I slip mine on, struggling as I do so, getting somewhat frustrated with the gloves.
Derek looks at me while I struggle, very clearly giving me an amused look. But I avoid his gaze, instead focusing on getting the gloves onto my fingers. Eventually, the gloves snap around my hands and I head towards Prentiss and Reid who are squatting next to the newest victim; Derek following me shortly after.
I stand next to Reid, hands on my hips, examining the body. She's sickly pale, most likely starved, and dehydrated. She has ligature marks on her wrists and ankles, along with bruises littered along her body.
The poor thing was stuffed between two trash cans and was thrown in with all the trash that had fallen on the pavement. Which normally would indict the clear hatred the unsub has for female children, he thinks they're dirty or disease and deserves to be treated like nothing.
But the way the body is laying and positioned suggests that the unsub felt remorse, the bodies are completely clean besides the bruising and being stuffed in with the trash. Maybe Reid was right, maybe it is two unsubs.
"Maybe it is two unsubs..." I whisper. Though I didn't mean for what I said to slip out, I didn't think anyone would actually hear me. Though that was untrue as Reid looks up at me with his eyebrows raised, slight surprise laced in his eyes.
