Chapter 9

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Morgan called Hotch, "There's nothing here. Nothing that would suggest that she's kidnaping and killing people who's initials go consecutively in the alphabet. I don't even think she's got a passport." said Morgan.

"Well we're almost at the other house. We came to the same conclusion, that she must have a secondary location. That's where we think we're heading to. Why don't you guys head over here, this is probably where she is."

"Don't you want us here in case she comes back?"

"She kidnaped another victim. She's probably there right now."

"Ok. We'll head over that way." said Morgan, just as we were pulling up to the second house. It was secluded, so they could scream, and no one would hear them.

"Reid, you're with Colvert, you guys take the back, I'll take the front." Hotch said. Both Reid and I nodded and we took off behind the house. I looked in the window, which was mostly covered by drapes. What little I could see was not pretty; blood stained walls and carpet, a noose hung from the ceiling. Then I saw movement and ducked out of the way. I signaled to Reid and he nodded. We went to the back door, and I kicked it open. Reid cleared the area. We walked silently down a hallway, then came to two, long hallways, each having several doors on each wall. I signaled for him to take the left hallway, and me, the right. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, he didn't want to split up. But I chose to ignore that and took off down the right hallway. When I turned to check on Reid, he was going down the left hallway, clearing each room. I smiled, inwardly. I cleared the first three rooms, easily. In part because they were empty, and had no closets, or trap doors or anything like that. The third room, however, was filled, floor to ceiling with boxes. Some of them were labeled, like "Baby Clothes" "Kitchen Appliances", and such. Things you would expect to find in a new parents' house, not the house of a murderer. As I turned to check around a pile of boxes, something hit me, hard, over the head, and I lost my footing. I fell into what appeared to be glass jars, and passed out.

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