FBI profiler turned firefighter, Anastasia Valdez, moves to Los Angeles for a fresh start after the loss of her fiancé. A career switch plus moving across the country make for a great conversation starter.
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After finishing a call, which was just dealing with a minor car accident, the team got back into the truck to start heading to the station, only to end up being called somewhere else. On the way to a burning apartment complex, Anastasia sat in the back with Eddie, Buck and Hen while Chimney drove the truck. "Are you sure we've never met before? I've lived in almost every state, including Virginia and Florida." Buck asked through the headset, so everyone could hear them.
"If there was a serial killer in any of the cities you've lived in, it's possible. But I do not remember you, Buckley."
"What exactly does a profiler do? Like do you work on computers or something?"
"No, we worked serial killers, spree killers, terrorists, child abduction, stuff like that. Police departments had to invite, we'd take our jet and work with them to build a profile based off victimology, geographical area and how they commit their crimes. It narrows down suspects and makes it easier to stop them."
Once she finished explained, almost everyone nodded in understanding, but Buck stared at her with his mouth slightly and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Can you give an example? I'm lost."
"Well, say a killer was going after 30 year old blonde women, torturing them and cutting their hearts out. If it's clean, it usually means the unknown subject has a medical background, whether they're a surgeon, went to med school, got kicked out of med school, anything. Torture also means they need an isolated place so no one hears any screams, but it's also close to the dumping sites because they can't risk being seen with the bodies. That almost always gives us a radius, so we'd find suspects that live in or own or have access to isolated property in the area, medical background and someone fit enough to carry their victims. Our technical analyst would run suspect names, bank information, anything and next thing you know, we have two suspects that fit the profile and one with the manpower to do it all."
"So you're like advanced detective with less information about what happened and a jet?" Buck tried to simplify. "Do you think your analyst could figure out where I remember you from?"
"She could find out who the last girl you slept with was with just your name."
Buck let out a laugh, but it slowly dropped upon realizing she wasn't joking. "Please don't."
"Please do. I want to know everything he's ever lied about." Eddie butted in. "Wow, that's a big fire."
The team all looked out the window at the 12 story apartment complex, the fire almost to the top of the building already. Everyone got out as quick as they could, slapping their helmets on while Bobby started giving instructions and assigning people to certain places. To be able to cover as much ground as possible, Anastasia went with Eddie, Buck, and Bobby inside the building. Apparently the fire had started on the eighth floor, so the residents living on the lower floors safely evacuated. Of course those floors were double checked, but the four were working on the higher floors.
