Gold Blood (Criminal Minds, Derek Morgan x OC Fanfiction)

The Dominatrix

"Our unsub is a 30-40 year old male. He was born and raised in this city and have been active in the BDSM community for at least the past decade. We believe that he experienced sexual and emotional abuse during his childhood or teenage days, most likely by a female authority figure in his family or school," Hotch briefed with a clear, flat tone to the police officers & detectives in the headquarter of Portland Police Department, "We believe that this trauma led him to the BDSM community where he seeks sexual fulfilment in the form of abuse and humiliation by a woman, especially those bearing physical characteristics of his abuser."

Emily added with more information as I perked my ears while keeping my eyes on the data on my screen.

"Based on the timeline of the murder, we think that a major life altering experience had triggered his emotional instability, causing anger and a sexual frustration that he could no longer satisfy even with the most intermediate sexual act offered by the BDSM community. This major life altering experience could present itself in the form of losing a job or a death of loved ones."

Reid continued with a complimentary insight, "...or caused by a rejection from one of his mistresses, should he somehow gained unrequited feelings that's not reciprocated by the subject of his affection. If that's the case then this first kill is more likely an accident in a form of a crime of passion that coincidentally gave him momentary sexual release. When the high wears off, he likely go back to relive this high by finding other dominatrix that bears physical characteristics as all his current victims: a white female, petite, blonde hair and dark eyes."

Hotchner nodded in agreement. "After he gain much confidence in murdering these women, he would go back to relive his first emotional and abuse encounter, then murder his first abuser. After that, he won't ever stop unless he is caught."

"Portland has the biggest number of BDSM community throughout United States," added Derek, "Considering that this community values secrecy, I suggest to widen our search to underground or elite BDSM clubs without the presence of uniforms."

"Thank you, Agent Prentiss, Dr. Reid and Agent Morgan," said Hotch before addressing the room. "If you have any further questions please talk to any member of BAU. Thank you."

With that, the meeting was dismissed, and Hotch turned his focus on me. "Dawson?"

"Cross-referencing...and..." I mumbled, frowning in concentration. A single beep sounded from my screen, "I shortlisted seventeen names in relation to all five victims."

I felt Derek resting his weight on the back of my chair as he leaned down to look closely at the list on my screen. With his face so close to mine, I could smell his expensive aftershave on my nostrils.

Quoting Penelope, he smells glorious.

I had to shake myself inwardly from the stray thought before I heard him speak up. "Try filtering the names based on physical fitness. Since our unsub doesn't favor direct confrontation with the victims, he might be of small stature or have a health condition that affects his ability to subdue his victims in case they fight back."

My fingers moved on their own to his bidding. Another beep. "Eight names."

"And since two of the murders were caused by poisoning, try shortlisting the ones who work, have business or is affiliated with healthcare," added JJ.

My fingers worked furiously on my keyboard. When the computer beeped again, a ghost of smile tugged on my lips. "Three. Mason Andrews, Cole Jameson and Ronald Sanjeev-and their personal information are sent to your tablet," I said as I pressed Enter with a satisfying click.

"Alright. We split up," instructed Hotch, "JJ and Rossi will go to Andrews, Reid and Derek to the Jameson's while I and Prentiss to Sanjeev."

As the team dispersed, Derek kept his eyes at my screen, "Okay baby, do one more favor for me."