Reid and I went back to the station. When we got there, agent Hotchner and the rest of the team were talking to the other officers. Reid went up to agent Morgan and whispered something in his ear. Morgan the. Said something to agent Hotchner and the rest of the team, and we all went into a private room. "What is this about?" asked agent Morgan. "We think it's a police officer." said Reid, quietly. "What makes you think that?" asked JJ, and I could tell her question was pointed at me. "We found notes the unsub wrote at all of the crime scenes. They were in obscure places that you wouldn't normally expect, for example, the roof of a gazebo. And the only people who had enough access to those notes were the police officers." I answered firmly.
My phone rang. I answered it and put it on speakerphone. "Are you alone?" asked Garcia. "Yeah, baby girl, what do you have?"
"Like, completely and totally alone?"
"Yes, Garcia", Morgan answered with a slight sound of impatience.
"Ok, so I ran backgrounds on all of the officers and the restaurant staff," Garcia started.
"Did you find anything that overlapped?" asked JJ
"Yes. About 5 suspects worked at both the restaurant and the police station and none of them have a record," Garcia began again, "But, fret not my friends, you neighborhood technical genus has thought ahead of you. I am already compiling a list of all of the residents in that tiny town with any charge of violence and I will report back when I have something in that field. However, I'm hacking the police database to make sure that the station didn't cover something up. I'll hit you back when I have answers"
Agent Hotchner looked at me. "You think it's an officer." he said. Reid intervened, "Actually both her and I think that the unsub is a police officer. Its actually more likely for unsubs to be policemen then random citizens."
Agent Hotchner and Morgan still looked skeptical. However, Rossi and JJ seemed convinced. "It would make sense that an unsub is in the force, but why leave notes?" asked agent Rossi. "I don't think our original unsub is in the force. I think her partner is. She forgot her purse at the first crime scene, but then decided to leave her coat at the second crime scene. I think she's communicating with her male partner-" I cut myself off; the chief of police opened the door. "Are you ready for that profile yet!?" he sounded angered. "We're still working out some kinks. Give us 20 minutes." agent Hotchner said. "Well hurry up! My people are dying and I want to do something about it!" the chief said before storming out.
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that he doesn't want us here." I said.
"You could say that again." said agent Morgan.
20 minutes and 5 cups of coffee later, we were finally ready to give our profile.
"We believe our unsub, or unknown subject is a female." started agent Rossi
"She would have had a past that had a lot of violence, either toward them, or toward animals. She will have a steady job, and a space to keep her victims, seeing how she keeps them for 24 hours before dumping them." continued agent Hotchner.
"She has blonde hair, and recently lost a loved one, or someone that she loved. Thank you, that's all we have currently" I said finishing the profile.
"Wait, what's the difference between losing a loved one and losing someone you love?" asked an officer.
"Well losing a loved one suggests that the love is equal, both parties love each other. Losing someone you love is considered a one way love; only one party actually has any love for the second party. And while "losing a loved one" implies a death, that's not always the case. And "losing someone you love" could mean death, but more likely rejection." I explained.
"That's all for now." said agent Hotchner. And we grabbed out stuff and headed to our cars. There were no motels, hotels, or inns in the tiny town of Otis, Maine, so we had to drive to the next largest town and book rooms. It was 11:30 before we got to a hotel with vacant rooms. Even then, there werent enough rooms for all of us. "Looks like we'll have to double up. Each room only takes two people..." Hotch trailed off. The rooms were JJ and I, Morgan and Reid, and Hotch and Rossi. Mine and JJs room, there was only one, twin sized bed, so I took the uncomfortable, springy couch.
I woke up at around 5:30, and for some reason couldn't go back to sleep. The good thing was, the hotel had free breakfast. So I decided to go down and get something to eat. I dressed and got ready, and was surprised to see Reid already in the breakfast room. He was stirring sugar into coffee. He looked up and saw me. He gestured for me to sit with him. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked me. "No. You?"
"No. Guess its this case. I keep asking my self questions, and when I think I'm close to an answer..." he trailed off.
"...it slips away," I said, finishing his sentence "Maddening isn't it? Unfortunately it happens to me all the time."
"Yeah..."
"Reid, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why doesn't Morgan like me? It honestly seems like he hates me at times. Do you know why?"
There was a pause, where Reid thought about my question, then he said "I think....I think it's because our close friend Emily Prentiss just moved away, and you took her spot, so I guess probably blames you."
"Oh." Reids words sunk to the bottom of my stomach and sat there, like a rock. I understood now, but then again, I didn't want to understand. What I hadent told them, was that I had worked at NCIS for a couple of years before being reassigned to the BAU. I wasn't accepted there either. I decided to get something to eat before I died of hunger. When I smelled the food, I finally realized just how hungry I really was. I had toast, eggs, bacon, and a small donut. Not to mention all the coffee that I had. Reid smiled when I came back with all of the food. "Hungry?" asked Reid when I sat down. "A little," I said. He chuckled. After I ate, Reid and I talked a little, the others weren't up yet. A little while later, Reid apologized. "I know what I said about Morgan upset you. I'm sorry. Sometimes I just say things and don't really think about it."
"Its ok, really. I'm kinda already used to it. Do you know what time it is?"
"6:30, they should be up at anytime. What do you mean you are already used to it?"
"Umm..." it was too late. I had already let slip about a ad experience. "Well...uh..." I sighed. "Ok. I'll tell you the truth, but please, please don't tell anyone? Can you promise me that?" I asked him.
"Absolutely. I promise. I won't tell them."
