New Girl(A Spencer Reid/Criminal Minds Fan-fiction) BOOK ONE

Chapter Thirty-Four: "Racial Profiling"

        "Sandra Davis, Sixteen years old. This is her singing at her high school talent show a month ago. This, is her on again-off again boyfriend, Ken Newcomb. Their bodies were found in a park Near the male victim's car in Groton, an affluent, mostly white suburb. It's the third of three killings believed to be a series of hate crimes." JJ told us.

        'Hate crimes?"

        "The first two victims were Keisha Andrews, Fifteen, and Vickie Williams, Seventeen. The disappeared from their homes in central westchester one night. Their bodies were found in a wooded area in the southern part of the county near the city." I had a flash of Tobias beating me with the log.

        "Strangled, beaten, stabbed." Gideon said.

        "And this was painted on their faces." She showed us the victims with swastikas painted on their faces. 

        "What about this couple? How are they part of it?" Morgan questioned.

        "Another swastika, painted on the boyfriend's car."

        "It's a different victimology."

        "Maybe just an escalation."

        "Or a different killer." Gideon suggested.

        "And it doesn't end there. Yesterday, an African-American community leader, a Reverend Williams, decided to take this on as a political issue. Racial hate in the suburbs."

        "What we are seeing, is pure apathy. Black kids are getting killed, and the police are doing nothing to stop it. When will these racists be confronted?" 

        "Apparently, in response to Reverend Williams, muckraking, a black kid was beaten on the streets of Groton this afternoon." I looked over at Spencer, who was doing something weird with his fingers. I grabbed his hand. He looked at me.

        "There are neo-Nazi groups in Connecticut?" Prentiss asked.

        "The mayor of Groton called me this morning, frantic. He's desperate to solve these crimes before it escalates even more." I saw a picture of one of the bodies and had a brief flashback of being dragged out of the cornfield by Tobias. I squeezed Spencer's hand, and he squeezed back.

        "What are the racial demographics of Groton?"

        "Population: Forty-Two Thousand, Eight percent black."

        "I'd say the mayor has reason to be worried. If it doesn't stop soon, it could flare up into a full-scale, race riot."

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        I sat away from the others, looking out the window as we flew past New York. They were talking, but I wasn't paying attention.

        "Marianne!" I snapped up to see Prentiss. "We're here."

        "Oh, right, yeah. Sorry." I stood up.

        "Are you...ok?"

        "What? Oh, yeah...fine."
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        I didn't participate much once we got to the Police Department. I wasn't particularly focused. It was like I needed Dilauded. I rushed to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I pushed my hair out of my face and tried to calm down. I knew how to handle drug addictions. I helped Danny with his. Distraction. I needed to distract myself. Ok, so from this point forward,  I am fully committed to this case.

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        "And when did the FBI Finally arrive? Only after a white boy was killed. We cannot rely on the police. We must protect ourselves. Let the people who are taking our daughters know, they will not get away with this.: