Once you figured out that you were dealing with a killer couple, it completely changed how you viewed the case. It meant bringing the family and friends back in, or at least calling them and asking about any females seen that night or any women close to the victims.
"Absolutely none of the victim's friends can remember any strange women at the bar the night they went missing," Derek said.
"Not surprising," Emily began. "Women are generally on the look out for men, not other women."
"But how is it possible that they can't remember a single interaction with another woman?" J.J. asked. "Could any of the victims been on their own at all that night?"
"Wait a second," you gained their attention. "Where would a woman go alone and exclusively meet other women at a bar?"
"The bathroom," Emily spoke up.
"Exactly," you said. "At some point in the night the girls probably went into separate stalls and came out at different times. If the unsub was watching them, she could have followed them into the bathroom and struck up a conversation at the sink when they were washing their hands."
"Great," Morgan said. "So we have no witnesses because the unsub would only have been seen by the victim. That puts us back at square one."
"Not necessarily," Reid pondered aloud. "All the bars we went to probably have cameras that point towards the bathroom doors. If we get the footage from all three nights, we can see if there is one person who follows the victims in each time."
"I'll call Garcia and get the footage," Hotch said. "Reid and Y/N, you two watch the footage and see if you recognize anyone."
*
You and Spencer were holed up in the office watching several hours of footage. Actually, Spencer was the one watching the footage. He had it playing at 5x's it's regular speed and you simply could not keep up.
"How are you doing that?" You asked him.
"Our conscious minds processes 16 pieces of information per second, but our unconscious can process upwards of 11 million."
Your eyebrows raised in a bit of shock at the statistic and you decided to just let it go and watch him do his thing. He was already on the final tape, the night Sasha went missing. A couple minutes passed before Reid perked up.
"Pause it, pause it there!"
"Did you find it?"
"Look here," he pointed to a woman with long brown hair. You could only see her side profile and the back of her head, but you were pretty sure it was the same woman in every video.
"I'll send the screenshots to Garcia so she can see if she can get a hit," Reid said, cropping the videos and forwarding them to Penelope.
*
The blurry surveillance footage of the woman was now posted on the clear board in the conference room the team was set up in.
"So why women? And why at bars?" Emily looked quizzically at the board.
"Do you think it was a bad experience with someone at a bar," you suggested.
"I don't think it's that simple," Emily said. "I mean how many times have you been to a club and been shoved by another woman trying to get to the bar?"
"To many to count," J.J. mumbled.
"So there has to be something more that we're missing," Prentiss continued.
"Agents," Sergeant Bernard popped his head into the conference room. "I have Chelsea's friend Anna on the phone. She said she remembered a woman from the night they went out."
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FanfictionY/N has just joined the BAU and immediately takes a liking to Dr. Spencer Reid. Although he's a certified genius, Spencer seems clueless to Y/N's flirtations. Their fellow profilers are not as blind.
