moonstruck 2 // criminal minds fanfic

ch. 11

Hotch, Camilla, and Detective Adams arrived at the third crime scene, the piano concert hall at Seattle University. Walking from the car Detective showed the way to the hall. Taking a pair of gloves from the box provided by the security guards and opened the door and entered the hall. Standing in the center of the stage was a large, black grand piano. Hotch walked up the stairs to see the keys, stained with dry red blood from Elene Ross's body.

"Did forensics come through here?" hotch asked, his voice echoing off the walls to the Detective.

"Yeah they did but the place was clean. Plus since there were thousands of students in here the day before she was dumped their DNA was all over the scene."

"What about the piano, anything there?" Hotch asked.

"Nothing," Detective Adams replied looking to a pen that had been left between two chairs. "Students were practicing on it before she died, any of those hundreds of fingerprints could be from students, staff, there were too many samples for them to try and single out anything."

"Detective!" Camilla called. Hotch and the Detective ran down the stairs and walked onto the wooden stage. "What is it?" he asked.

"It looks like he came through the back door," Camilla explained. "How is this door opened?"

"I don't know," Detective Adams replied when one of the security personnel opened the front door.

"Is everything okay in here?" He asked.

"Come down here for a minute," Camilla called. "How do these doors work?"

"Cardkey," the officer replied removing his staff ID and placing it on the white box until a green light appeared and it opened. "How many students and staff does this university have?" Camilla asked.

"We have about 200 staff, 4,00 students, we're a pretty small school."

"Do they all have access to all the rooms inside the university?"

"Well yes, students are prohibited inside the staff rooms but that's about it. We are a twenty-four-hour university. Students come past every day to go to computer labs or practice inside the concert hall."

"Okay, thank you," Camilla replied.

"Here's my card, call if there is anything else out of the usual," Hotch said.

"I sure will," the guard replied taking the card, as the three walked back up the stairs toward the main doors. Each removed their gloves before putting them into a nearby bin. "Agent Hotchner," Detective Adams began.

"Yes," Hotch replied.

"Why ask so few questions?"

"The crime scene wasn't very helpful because it's been a while before we were called in. If we can find out how they get into the building then we can find out how they dump the bodies and my team can help fill in the necessary blanks. The fewer questions we ask the fewer people assume." Hotch finished. "The press will find out about our visit to the university and the less those guards know the less they can release to the public."

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JJ should have been used to this. Facing the cameras, watching what she said, having microphones pushed into her face. She was used to delivering the news that she had to keep her team and the investigation safe. The problem was it never felt any better when she did. Stepping into the media swarm JJ readied herself to be bombarded with questions and they came.

"My name is Jennifer Jareau; I'm the media liaison for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. We received news of three women who had been killed and we have been working on the case to find who did this. At the moment we are working on a profile and gathering our evidence, once we have that information, a proper profile will be given to the local authorities and they will choose the correct course of action for us to follow."