Mo grá

Hoax

"This isn't how I was expecting to spend my Wednesday night." I said wrapping my cardigan around my body as tightly as I could. Standing close to Morgan to maintain body warmth. I don't feel comfortable digging up a man's grave in the middle of the night but I had no choice in the matter. But I knew we all had to see for ourselves, Rossi, Emily, Morgan and JJ all felt the same.

"Where have you been?" Rossi asked Reid who was walking up to all of us. "Doesn't matter." He muttered standing beside JJ. "I have to advise against this." Hotch's voice grew louder as the sheriff approached us.

"All due respect this isn't your town." The sheriff said, looking at us. "I have to convince them he's dead and buried." He finished. Morgan offered me his coat but I declined. "You're indulging this killer by perpetuating the ruse he's created." I said looking at him.

"She's right." Emily said, stepping over towards me and Morgan. "It may embolden him create more murders." She continued.

"Selma lost her only daughter to that monster. We met when I was working on the case, grew close. I thought we'd gotten past all this but I guess I was kidding myself." He said looking down.

He signaled the crane to start, and the vehicle began carefully lifting the casket from the ground. Once it was put onto the ground. They were pring it open. I tried to focus on positive stuff, not digging up a man's corpse. We watched as he opened the lid and tossed it to the side.

Nothing, nothing was in it.

🦋

Three days later I was rearranging the letters from Ryan. After Emily and Morgan had found the guard from the prison's body in his home with clear marks from the copycat killer, they came to a conclusion the copycat was a woman.

I had six piles. One, the tallest, was the letters the killer received but didn't respond to. Two, three, four and five were who he most frequently wrote back to, and the final pile was addressed to 'my dove'. I called Garcia to get more information.

"Hello my pretty, how may I help you?" She asked through the phone. "Hey my queen P, Morgan gave you the prison visitor logs right?" I asked. I looked at the most frequent visits. "Yep." She answered. "I'm going to list some names." I say and she says ok.

"Ryla Lourbetty?"

"Nada."

Sophia Conner?"

"Once."

June Callamex?"

"Ooh three times."

Sharla Carlinope?"

"Bingo! She visited him seventy four times."

"Really? Can you get more information on her?" I asked and she hummed. "Of course babe sending it through now." She says and I hear a notification.

"Thanks Queen P." I say and hang up. "Find anything?" Hotch and Rossi walk over.

"Sharla Carlinope, visited seventy four times." I say looking at my message from Garcia.

"Where does she work or live?" He asked. "Queen P is sending it over now." I smile.

🦋

Garcia sent us the address of her house, so we all met up there. "I think we should look for an open window." I say while we were putting on our vests. Rossi, The Sheriff and Hotch went around back while the rest of the team went to the front. I got the job of talking through the mega phone. Lucky me.

I cleared my throat and pushed the on button, "Sharla this is the FBI. We know you're in there, and we know what you're trying to do. I know you think finishing what Courtland was doing will bring you closer to him but it wont. I know you thought you were special, but the truth is the same thing he wrote to you. He wrote to dozens of other women. They all read the same thing. Without the flesh, there is only the soul, you don't need to touch me to feel the love I have for you. Does that sound familiar?" I ask. Emily placed a hand on my shoulder for me to keep going,

"Courtland isn't who you thought he was, He was a narcissist. He wasn't capable of loving anyone but himself." I say. "NO."Sharla screams from inside, just as Morgan ran through the front garden with the hostage in his arms.

"It's over Sharla, we got Faye to surrender." I say. The front door swung open and a slim woman walked out with a gun in her right hand. I stepped forwards grabbing my gun.

"Put the gun down." I say slowly. The women just kept walking closer to us. She pointed her gun straight at me walking closer and closer.

"Damn it women put down the gun." The sheriff yells. But she didn't listen, The sheriff shot her two times knocking her down. We went back to the sheriff's station, packed up our stuff and headed towards the jet.