The X-Lover of Fenton Township

The X-Lover of Fenton Township Part 2

        "(Y/N), what are you doing?" Will asked, returning from getting his report.
        "I did not cut the body back open. I'm just trying to see if the killer left any kind of marks on the victim." You answered.
        "As long as you're wearing gloves and you didn't re-open the body." Will replied. "Where's John?"
        "I was able to coax him out of here." You said.
        "I will never be able to understand you." Will responded. "Here, let me help you."
        "Thanks," you said shortly.
        "No problem." Will replied.
        Reid's P.O.V.
        "Reid could you come look at this?" JJ asked.
        "What is this?" I asked, intrigued.
        "I was hoping you could tell me." JJ replied.
        "I think this is a box cutter." I responded.
        "A box cutter?"
        "Yeah, (Y/N) said the killer tortured the victim with a box cutter. Let's go look for more evidence."
        "What about these?"
        "Notebooks, moste likely used as diaries."
        "There are so many. What coud this victim possibly have to write about?" JJ said.
        "I don't know, let me read through them." I responded.
        "Alright, I'll continue searching for evidence." JJ replied, walking off.
        I started reading the notebooks. I was right, they were used for diares. I was also wrong though, some of the notebooks were used for recording dreams and stories the victim had been writing. I would have thought it strange that the victims notebooks were all in the same place without labels if I hadn't notice the connection they had between them. All the notebooks had to do with dystopian or utopian universes. It seemed the victim was obsessed with them. The only thing that was off about the notebooks was the writing. The stories didn't have the same hand writing as the diaries and recorded dreams.
        "Reid that was Hotch, he wants us back at the police department. Reid?" JJ interrupted.
        "Sorry, I was trying to figure something out." I replied. "I need to bring these back with us. I was trying to figure out why the victim had an obbsession with altermate worlds."
        "Alright, why?" JJ asked.
        "Most of the force here is made up of locals. They might have answer as to why the victim had an obsession wih alternate worlds. I just don't think some of these entries or stories belong to her."
        "Okay, just don't forget to ask (Y/N)." JJ responded.
        "She was the first one I planned on asking when we returned." I said.
        Me and JJ got in the car after I finished loading the notbooks into the back of the automobile. The ride back was quiet, excluding the music playing, but I wasnt really paying attention to it. I was still trying to figure out what the victims obsession was with dystopian and utopian worlds. It just didnt seem to fit in the picture.
        "(Y/N), I need you to help me with some notebooks I found at the victims house." I said walking into the morgue.
        "Okay, give me a second. I don't know what this says." She replied.
        "What language is it?" I asked.
        "Spanish, I think. It could be something completely different." She answered.
        "Let me see."
        "Okay."
        "La vie est belle. It's French for life is beautiful."
        "I wonder what that means."
        "Maybe the notebooks will help."
        "What do the notebooks contain?"
        "The victim's obsession with utopian and dystopian worlds."
       "What?
        "I said the victim had an obsession wulith utopian and dystopian worlds."
        "Can you excuse me?"
        "Sure, don't forget about the notebooks." I called.
        "I won't." She called back.

        Your P.O.V.

        An obsession with alternate worlds. That didn't fit the victim unless she was recording her drug induced hallucinations. You pulled out your phone and dialed Garcia's number.
        "Hey, Garcia." You said casually.
        "Hello (Y/N). What do you need?" Garcia asked.
        "I need you to see if any of the victims have a connection with me." You replied.
        "Alright, I'll call you when I have something fo you." Garcia responded.
        "Thanks."
        "No problem lovely."
        You hung up and went to leave the police department. You had to go before Reid knew you were leaving. You didn't need him to tail you to the victims family or bombarde you with questions as to why you weren't helping him. Your phone started ringing.
        "(Y/L/N) here." You answered.
        "It's me." The bubbly voice of Garcia came.
        "Hey Garcia. What do you got?" You asked.
        "I have your info and an address."        
        "Alright, what is it?"
        "All of the victims have had a connection with you through one boy. His name is Matthew Sullivan. Brennan Smith recently got married and was his sister. Matthew came up a week ago to visit because he heard about the killings which started about two to three weeks ago. He's staying with his parents and they live on 6060 West Adelaide Street."
        "Thanks Garcia."
        "No problem. Hey, when this case is done you should come up and stay with us for a while. We haven't seen you in a while."
        "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Talk to you later."
        "Right back at you."
        You hung up and quickly left the police department. You headed down to West Adelaide Street. When you got there you were surprised by how much it had changed. When you were little the street was in shambles. The houses were boarded if they hadn't fallen to the ground yet. Now, it was completley different. You could definately tell this is where the rich people lived. You pulled into the Sullivan's drive way and parked behind a lime green Fiat. You got out and walked up to the door. You pulled the knocker on the door, which resembles the face of a gargoyle, and waited for someone to come and answer the door. You pulled your coat tighter around you as you waited for someone to come. You pulled the knocker and waited for another ten to fifteen minutes before you tried the door bell. You turned to leave when someone came to the door. You turned back to see who it was and you were greeted by the familiar face of Matthew Sullivan.
        "What do you want (Y/N)?" Matt snapped.
        "I'm sorry to bother you and your family but I need to aks you guys some questions." You replied, flashing him your badge.
        "You guys already came by earlier." Matt said, irritated.
        "I know, but Matt, we need to solve this case and the victims seem to have three people in common." You responded gently
        "Who are they?"
        "You, the killer, and me."
        "Then get in here before you freeze to death." Matt remarked, closing the door behind you.
        "Thank you, and I'm really sorry about coming here to bother you and your family."
        "The questions won't bother me as much as they'll bother my parents. Come on." Matt siad leading you to the living room. "Sit down."
        "Thanks."
        "What do you want to know?"
        Where do I start?" You said.