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The Man

"My lovelies, Boston is needing your help." Garcia says walking into the briefing room. She grabbed the remote, and pictures popped up on the screen.

"3 victims within 4 days." She shivered looking at them.

"He became a serial real quick." Emily mumbles.

"Two females, one male. He doesn't care about gender." I say looking over the documents. "Doesn't care about racial lines either." JJ piped in looking around at everyone.

"Wheels up at 20." Hotch says standing up and leaving the room back to his office. The rest of us closed the files before standing up and leaving the room also.

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The team settled down in the plane. I sat next to JJ and Emily, while Spencer, Hotch, Rossi and Morgan sat together across from us.

"You know this plane needs more color." I say looking around at the plane. "I like it." Spencer says looking up from his book.

"Of course you do, you like simple things. I like color." I say laughing. "What book ya reading?" I ask looking over at him.

"Shakesphere." He says and I nod, knowing I should already know the answer to that.

"Boston is a three hour journey." Hotch says, breaking the silence. "We should get started." He continues pulling out his case files and the rest of us do the same.

"First victim was Chloe Lewis, age 23. She worked as a nurse." Morgan says reading off of his case file.

"She had no food in her stomach so he starved them." Reid continues.

"Next was Owen Williams." Rossi said then looked up from the case file looking at everyone. "34 worked as a plumber." JJ continues reading her file.

"The most recent victim is Hope Johnson." Emily said, holding up a picture of the victim. "19 and was a student." I finished for her.

"Age, race or gender doesn't matter to him." Morgan said. I was confused as to why Chloe was the only one who was starved.

"Only Chloe was starved." I say stating my confusion. Everyone was reading the file to see if I was right or not. "You're right, that's weird." Emily says and I nod.

"Chloe was last seen at a hotel, Owen at a client's house. Then Hope at a supermarket." Hotch listed off.

"He's bold." Rossi states. "And he's accelerating." JJ added on. I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable. Hotch read over the file one last time while the rest of us closed the file.

"When we land. JJ and Rossi go to the morgue. Emily and Leah got to the police station to speak to the family. Reid and Morgan will go to the first two crime scenes and I will go to the last." Hotch states and we all nod in confirmation.

Two hours later, the plane landed in Boston, Massachusetts. We all got off the plane onto the tarmac. "Who's driving?" Emily asks, looking around. Me or Emily don't like to drive so this will be interesting.

"Uhm I will." I say smiling, grabbing the keys. "Arent they screwed." Morgan laughed but everyone could hear him.

"Leah's driving. They should make it there alive at least." Rossi said, as I was getting into the driver's seat. "I can hear you, you assholes." I yelled but they laughed. Emily got into the passenger seat and smiled.

"They're just jealous." Emily said and I laughed. "Exactly." I say driving off to the police station. Emily was looking out the window then gasped.

"Didn't the witness see a dark red 2005 ford driving away from the crime scene?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah why?" I ask focusing on the road.

"Theirs one beside us." Emily says, staring at the window to get a better view. "He's got a gun in the passenger seat." She continued.

"We gotta call Hotch." I say and Emily nods dialing his number. "Yeah anything?" Hotch answers. The light turned green so I decided to follow the car.

"I'm following it." I say pulling behind it. "Follow what?" Hotch asks through the phone. "We may have a suspect." Emily answers. I turn on my siren for the car to pull over but they don't, but only sped up driving around cars.

"Why us." I mumble only for Emily to laugh. I sped up driving between the cars to catch him.

"What's the license plate?" Hotch asked. "Uhm HU98 G7G." Emily said as I drove behind the car again. "We're going down a dirt road." I say but the service cuts out. "No single." Emily says, showing me the phone.

"Of course." I say. The car came to a stop as did I. "Be careful." I tell Emily as we get out of the car and draw our guns. We walked to each side of the car, me on the drivers as Emily on the passenger side.

"FBI!" I call out to the window. We both opened each of the doors and I dragged the man out of the car to the ground.

"What's your name?" I ask for getting out my handcuffs, cuffing him then pulling him off of the ground. "Charles." He said. I walked him over to the suv and put him in the backseat. Me and Emily got into the car and began to drive away.

"My car, what about my car?" Charles screamed. "Someone will pick it up." Emily said. I drove back to the police station. We pulled up to the doors and I got out as well as Emily then took Charles out.

"You two alright?" Hotch asks and we both nod. "He went down a path without a signal." Emily says and I hand the man over to Hotch. Me and Emily both walked over to Morgan and Rossi smiling.

"So not only did we make it here alive. We caught a suspect." Emily says and we give each other  a high five.

"Yeah whatever, Garcia found out that Charles has been to jail two times. One for drug possession and one was domestic abuse towards his girlfriend." Hotch says walking out the police station and motioning for us to come back in.

"I'll use the girlfriend to throw him off." I said and opened the door to the interrogation room, holding a case file then shutting the door. I pull out the chair and sit across from him.

"Charles Lowelery." I say opening the file in front of him. "25 and already done two sentences in prison." I chuckled as I leaned back into the chair.

"But the one I'm interested in was the one where you decided it was ok for you to hit your girlfriend." I started directly into his eyes.

"I didn't do it." He shrugged and rested his hands on the table. "She's a liar." He continues.

"Five broken ribs, a broken nose and a broken collarbone." I listed off the injuries.

"She must have pissed you off so much that you couldn't have controlled your anger and you snapped." I tried to get into his head.

"She tried to break it off? Or do you just like hitting girls?" I ask. I could sense he was getting angry and I knew my tactic was working.

"But you know, she could have cheated." I listed off another topic. "Maybe you weren't good enough for her." I continue leaning towards him. Charles slammed his fists onto the table indicating he's had enough.

"You don't know anything." He screamed pointing at me. "Oh I do! You like hitting women." I smile at him. He calmed down and sat back on his chair.

"Where were you on the days of the fourteenth eighteenth and twenty first?" I ask, as I read off the dates on the case file.

"I was at home." He said calmly, picking at his nails. "Can anyone verify that?" I asked but he shook his head no looking at me.

"Stay put." I ordered him. I got up from my chair and grabbed the file. "Agent?" He asked, looking at me. "Agent Sloan." I said and he shook his head continuing on with his statement.

"You're married?" He asked and I shook my head no nervously. "No, what gave you that idea?" I ask, looking down at him.

"The wedding rings around your neck." He says pointing at my necklace. "No, they were my mothers." I say putting the rings under my shirt. I knew he didn't believe me but I didn't care. I walked out into the other room.

"He's not the guy." I say to JJ and Rossi.

A/N: I know this took forever but Its here now.....