Rossi hesitantly brings all four of you along to where the kids are. It seems like they know you're coming because as soon as Rossi pulls up to the house, Connie storms out of the house to you.
"Hi, Connie. I brought the team--"
"You need to stop this."
"Excuse me?"
"We thought that if we didn't call you back the last couple times you would just give up and leave us alone."
"I know that it hurts, but I'm only trying to make sure someone pays for your parents' deaths."
"We don't care anymore. It's been twenty years. We need to be able to move past it. Please!" she begs.
"I won't bother you kids again," Rossi says, his heart breaking in two.
"You'll stop it with the gifts, too?"
Gifts?"
"What are we supposed to do with a bunch of toys? They remind us of the worst day of our lives."
"I never sent you any gifts."
"If I could maybe see these gifts, please?" you ask Connie and step forward. "I just want to get a good look at them, and then we won't bother you ever again."
Connie sighs and lets you inside the house. If this will get Rossi off her back, then she will gladly present all the toys her family has gotten. Georgie and Alicia are inside as well, but they aren't as outspoken as Connie is to other people. All three kids gather all the toys they've received and place them in the living room. There is something familiar about the stuffed animals, but you can't put your finger on it.
"Is this all of them?" Rossi asks.
"That's all we could find," Georgie says.
"We threw a lot of them away."
"I wish you would have told me about this."
"We thought you were sending them. At first we kind of liked it, and then it just became a bad reminder," Connie sighs.
"These are very cheap," you mutter, picking one up.
"Where would you even buy toys like that? Or why?"
"How did you receive them?" Rossi asks the kids.
"They were usually left on the front porch at night. Mine was found in my car this time," Connie says. "There was a pickup outside the--where I work. I always thought it was you."
"What do you remember about the pickup?"
"All I saw was the shape and the headlights."
"Morgan, obsessional crimes are your specialty. What do you make of this?" Rossi asks.
"Well, there's two kinds of obsessional offenders that would send gifts to survivors. Sadists who want to make the families keep reliving the crime, or guilt ridden offenders, desperately trying to find some type of way to apologize. Sadists usually use something they know will remind the family of the person of the crime."
"These don't look like the kind of things you would send to inflict pain on someone," you say. "My guess it's guilt ridden."
"You know, they actually look like the kind of thing a child would send," Emily states.
"It's rare, but an unsub who feels this much guilt sometimes commits the crime unintentionally. They tend to be developmentally disabled with extremely low IQs. Generally, they're physically large and they're very strong. Strong enough to hurt somebody accidentally."
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Criminal Minds Series Rewrite: Season Three
FanfictionJust when things are looking up for you and Spencer, things take a turn for the worst. There is good shining through the bad, and you make the most of what you have after the dust has settled. After trying to rebuild yourself, another tragedy strike...