Twisted Vengeance

Talk

Rossi and Hotch arrived in Amanda's neighborhood.  They went up to Amanda Walker's next-door neighbor first. They knocked, a woman and her husband answering the door. She apparently wasn't sure who would be knocking. She turned her head, seeing the men's badges displayed clearly. She frowned, her expression obviously confused as to why FBI agents were knocking at her door.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm Supervisory Special Agent Rossi with the BAU. This is our unit chief, SSA Aaron Hotchner. We are here to ask you if you've seen anything suspicious in the neighborhood lately."

The woman responded with, "May I ask why you need to know this?"

Hotch replied dryly and matter of factly. "Amanda Walker was murdered last night."

The woman gasped, covering her face as she let out a sob. It took her a minute before she spoke. "I did see a woman coming around asking for a survey. It was for the consensus of Virginia or something like that. She asked my name, age, and how many people lived in my house."

Rossi turned to Hotch. "I think our unsub is a female. This must be how she's choosing her victims. Ma'am, do you remember her name by chance?"

She thought for a minute. "Now that I think about it, she said her name was Emily Prentiss. Does that help at all?"

Damn. This unsub was blatantly targeting Emily. She was modeling her victims identically after Prentiss and even using her name to stay undiscovered. Hotch started speaking to the woman. "Thank you for your time ma'am. This unsub- or unidentified subject- appears to be targeting single women of the age of 38. You need to be careful and warn your friends that may apply to that demographic. Thank you for your time. If you have any questions, contact me." He handed her his business card.

Hotch and Rossi went down the steps of the woman's house. "This unsub is now blatantly admitting her hatred for Prentiss. And now, we have a gender for our unsub. This case is changing up fast," said Rossi.

"I agree with you. This is going to seriously impact the profile. Not much is known about female serial killers, especially ones who shoot other women at point-blank range. This unsub is going to be hard to find. I also think Reid is on to something. This unsub appears to have training of some kind," Hotch responded.

"I'll call Garcia and try to figure out some potential suspects." Rossi picked up his phone. Garcia's number was on speed dial immediately, and it began to ring. 

"Hello, my fine furry friends. How may I help you, my gorgeous heroes?" Garcia was such a positive person. She was made for this job. Somehow, she was able to block out the dark things that same forth with this job.

"I know we're going out on a limb here, but we need a list of women in Washington D.C. with a history of law enforcement or FBI training. They could even still be in law enforcement. They would have a registered Glock and live alone." Rossi realized that that was a pretty broad statement, considering the heavy law presence. If Garci couldn't find something, no one could.

"That's not a lot to work with, but you know I can do it. Bye, my beauties." Garcia used her pen to tap the phone to shut it off. "Ok..." she muttered to herself. "Women in law enforcement in the Washington area with a registered Glock..." A series of keyboard typing followed.

"And... Bingo!" Garcia exclaimed, the results appearing in the database. There were 308, 000 gun owners, thirty-three percent of which were female. She had cross-referenced that with the profile, and come up with 14,339 results. Those were just the current members, too. There were 3, 984 previous members of the bureau. That was a lot. 

Morgan and Reid arrived to talk to the family of Amanda Walker. Her son was living with his grandparents due to Amanda's husband's death. That was what kept him safe, most likely. They had already been informed, but there were mandatory questions that needed to be asked. It was all for the investigation. Still, it was sad.

Reid walked up the steps, his hair bouncing as he walked. He, of course, had his brown leather bag slung over his shoulder, sunglasses on. Morgan followed, his sunglasses on, too. Reid rang the doorbell, taking a step back so Mrs. Walker could answer the door.

As soon as the door opened, Morgan began speaking. "Hi, ma'am, I'm SSA Derek Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the Behavior Analysis Unit in the FBI. We wanted to ask you some questions about your daughter to see if you know anything that can help catch her killer."

Mrs. Walker had a quite solemn expression on her face. She looked so sad. Could anyone blame her, though? Her daughter had been murdered in cold blood. It could be damaging for any person. She kindly invited them in.

Then, Mrs. Walker began to cry. "Do you have any idea why this person killed her? She didn't do anything wrong. She had a son. Now both of his parents are dead." Her words cut off as she buried her face in her hands.

"Mrs. Walker," Reid began. "I know this is difficult, but it's going to get better. Please, anything you know about Amanda's behavior could lead to the capture of the person who killed her."

Mrs. Walker wiped her eyes. "I haven't seen her in weeks. She wasn't acting any different." It was obvious Mrs. Walker wasn't going to be of much help. After talking for a bit, Morgan and Reid left, not having gained any new stuff on the case.

It sounded like the victims were picked almost at random, even though they were low-risk victims. After going down the steps, they got a call from Hotch. Hotch's voice began playing on  speaker off Morgan's phone. 

"We're regrouping at headquarters. We may have a break in the case."

When everyone had arrived back at the BAU, Hotch started speaking. Everyone was there, including Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia. "We found out this unsub is a female. Her ruse is claiming to be part of a Virginia consensus company. I think that's how the victims are getting chosen. Garcia, what's you find?"

"Not much. There are almost 17,000 possible suspects. These would be Glock owners as well as FBI agents, past and present," Garcia said. "I'm gonna need more to narrow it down.

"Mrs. Walker was a dead end. She hadn't seen her daughter in a few weeks. We tried talking to her, there was nothing there," said Morgan.

"We also found out that she's using Emily's name as a ruse," Rossi added.

"I don't know why this unsub is targeting me. I need to leave headquarters or more innocent people are going to die for no reason," Emily said, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Em," JJ began. "If you go out, you risk being killed. We just started dating and you're already in danger. I'm not letting you put your life on the line for a case."

Emily was more than irritated at this point. She was angry. "JJ, you know I love you, but innocent people aren't going to die because of me." Prentiss turned on her heels and walked away, going into the conference room, slamming the door shut behind her.

JJ ran up the stairs, following Emily into the room. Was this whole case gonna break of her new relationship? She broke up with Will for Emily, and the healthiest relationship of her life was not going to get fucked up.

The entire BAU stood, watching what had just unfolded. Were they going to be able to solve this case before everything went completely wrong?

Authors Note:

I'm sorry JJ and Emily weren't in this chapter until the end. The next chapter is centered around them. Thank you for all the support on this fanfic. Also, the statistics mentioned previously were NOT accurate. They were based sightly off of a little bit of research I did for estimates, but it's made up for the sake of the story. I hope to have the next part out pretty quickly (preferably with in the next two day). Hope you enjoyed!