My name is Abigail Marie Morgan, but call me Abbi. I work at the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit, or the BAU for short. I work alongside some of the smartest and greatest people in the FBI. I got into a lot of trouble as a kid and even into adulthood...
"This is news footage from a movie theatre in Royal, Indiana," JJ informs as she presses a button, the news lighting up the screen. "Population 2,000. Earlier tonight, 19 people were killed,"
"And they're sure it's arson?" Derek questions.
"Yeah, two days ago, the same thing happened at the local recreation centre. Twelve victims, no survivors,"
"I heard about that," Emily comments, resting her arms on the desk.
"Yeah, it was all over the news," I comment, tucking my legs under me as I sit on the chair.
"Uh, there were some details that, uh, didn't make the news," JJ announces. "A week and a half earlier, there were some fires at a convenience store, a local restaurant. Luckily it was after hours, so no one was hurt,"
"So, whoever set these went from no victim to 31 in less than two weeks," Rossi points out.
"That is a bone-chilling level of escalation," I comment, biting down on the end of my pen, my fingers absentmindedly tapping on the table.
"Why didn't they call us in sooner?" Emily questions.
"The local police and fire department knew they were dealing with an arsonist, but they had no idea he'd become a killer," JJ answers, leaning against the table.
"Most arsonists don't. They just like setting fires," Spencer speaks up, walking to a different place in the room as he speaks. "Any deaths that occur are almost always accidental,"
"31 victims is not an accident," Derek adds.
"The police chief knows he made a mistake," Hotch expresses. "And he learned the hard way that even though not all arsonists are killers, they do have one thing in common. Once they start, they can't stop,"
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Abigail POV
"Based on the limited population of Royal, the UnSub is most likely a local male between the ages of 17 and 30," Spencer states, looking over the case file as he walks over to his seat on the jet. I tuck one of my legs under me as I lean against the armrest of my chair, the case file in my lap.
"What, arson is a sexist industry?" Penelope questions over the phone.
"Uh, for the most part, yeah," Spencer answers. "Only 12% of arsonists are female,"
"Apparently women just aren't inclined to burn things," Emily states.
"Well, let's go with the numbers. Focus on males," Hotch says from his place behind me, leaning on the chair I'm sitting in. I fight the urge to look up at him, my eyes focusing on the case file.
"Well, we can scratch hero-complex off the list. He hasn't left anyone to save," Derek declares.
"Yeah, but we can't rule out firefighters and other first responders," Emily advises.
