"My lovelies, Boston is in dire need of your skills." Garcia announced as she strode confidently into the briefing room, her voice echoing off the walls.
"Three victims in just four days," she said, a shiver running down her spine as she glanced at the faces.
"He escalated quickly, didn't he?" Emily murmured, her brow furrowed in concern.
"Two females, one male. Gender doesn't seem to matter to him," I observed, scanning the documents. "And he's clearly indifferent to race." JJ added, her gaze sweeping across the room to gauge everyone's reaction.
"Wheels up at twenty," Hotch stated firmly, rising from his seat and heading back to his office. The rest of us quickly closed our files and followed suit.
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Once aboard the plane, the team settled into their seats. I found myself next to JJ and Emily, while Spencer, Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan occupied the seats across from us.
"You know, this plane could use a splash of color," I remarked, glancing around at the bland interior.
"I like it just fine," Spencer replied, his attention still on his book.
"Of course you do; you enjoy simplicity. I prefer a little vibrancy," I chuckled. "What are you reading?" I inquired, leaning closer to catch a glimpse of the cover.
"Shakespeare," he replied, and I nodded, already knowing the answer.
"Boston's a three-hour flight," Hotch interjected, breaking the silence. "We should get to work." He pulled out his case files, prompting the rest of us to do the same.
"The first victim was Chloe Lewis, age 23. She was a nurse," Morgan read, his tone serious.
"She had no food in her stomach—he starved her," Reid added, his brow furrowing in thought.
"Next was Owen Williams," Rossi continued, glancing up from his file, "34, a plumber." JJ took over, reading from her notes.
"The most recent victim is Hope Johnson," Emily said, holding up a photo. "She was just 19 and a student." I chimed in, completing her thought.
"Age, race, or gender doesn't matter to him," Morgan stated. I was puzzled as to why Chloe had been the only one starved.
"Only Chloe was starved," I pointed out, my confusion evident. The others quickly flipped through their files to confirm. "You're right, that is strange," Emily agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
"Chloe was last seen at a hotel, Owen at a client's house, and Hope at a supermarket," Hotch listed off, his tone growing grave.
"He's getting bolder," Rossi remarked. "And he's accelerating," JJ added, her voice laced with concern. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable as Hotch reviewed the file one last time.
"When we land, JJ and Rossi will head to the morgue. Emily and Leah will go to the police station to speak with the families. Reid and Morgan will check out the first two crime scenes, and I'll handle the last one," Hotch directed, and we all nodded in agreement.
Two hours later, the plane touched down in Boston, Massachusetts. As we disembarked onto the tarmac, Emily looked around. "Who's driving?" she asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice. Neither of us enjoyed driving, so this would be interesting.
"I will," I said with a smile, grabbing the keys. "They're in for a treat," Morgan laughed, his voice carrying across the group.
"Leah's driving. At least they'll make it there alive," Rossi quipped as I climbed into the driver's seat. I rolled my eyes at their banter. "I can hear you, you guys!" I called back, but their laughter followed me as Emily settled into the passenger seat.
"They're just jealous," Emily assured me, and I chuckled in agreement. Just then, she gasped, her eyes widening as she peered out the window.
"Didn't the witness say they saw a dark red 2005 Ford leaving the crime scene?" she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Yeah, why?" I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.
"There's one next to us!" Emily exclaimed, squinting for a better look. "And he's got a gun in the passenger seat!"
"We need to call Hotch," I said, and Emily quickly dialed his number. "Yeah, what's going on?" Hotch answered.
"I'm following it," I said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Follow what?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone. "We might have a suspect," Emily clarified.
I flipped on the siren, signaling for the car to pull over, but instead, it sped away, weaving around traffic.
"Why us?" I muttered, frustration creeping into my voice as I maneuvered between cars to keep up.
"What's the license plate?" Hotch asked urgently
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Mo grá | Derek Morgan
אקשןWe often think, if we could change the past, We would be happy, content, no regrets. But changing past mistakes, only opens the door, For new and greater hurt, no more, no less. How often we think, we learned the lesson, That each mistake has t...
