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Anti-Hero

Emily POV:

I arrive back at the police station with a dry M.E. report. I see the team through the windows of the conference room and make my way to them.

I open the door to the room and drop the report on the table, immediately opening it up to the pictures of the victims' hands.

I'm about to start when Rossi beats me to it. "We found some interesting things at the dump site. The unsub was ignorant with where he dumped the body. Just sitting under a bridge. Youthful arrogance, I'd place the guy in his twenties."

Morgan continues, "Yeah, and he showed signs of remorse."

"From what he did to them, I would say he isn't capable." I reply.

Morgan shrugged, "He clothed them. Showing signs of remorse, but being so careless with his dumping grounds... where does that leave us?"

"Prentiss, what'd you find?" Hotch turns the conversation my way.

I display the many photos of the victims' injuries. "All beaten nearly to death, sexually assaulted, raped without penetration–"

"Piquerism," Reid interjects.

"Yes. They were restrained with handcuffs and multiple layers of duct tape were placed over their eyes."

"Multiple? How many?" Hotch asked.

"Four, five at a time. He's paranoid they'll see him, which makes no sense because he's going to kill them anyway."

"And the hands?" Morgan picks up one of the photos before shaking his head in disgust. Reid looks at his own fingertips briefly.

"Yeah. It could mean a number of things. Still working on that." I say with a deep breath.

"Anything else?"

"That's all I got."

Finally, Rossi speaks up. "It's time to give the profile."

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The five of us stand at the front of the bullpen. Officers sit in chairs, on desks, and stand around waiting.

I look at Morgan as he bends close to my ear. "That's her. Harris."

I raise an eyebrow. "Has everyone met her but me?"

"Hotch didn't think it was a good idea for either of us to meet her during this case."

"Because she looks like Leah? Are we the only ones who still love her he'll even care about her?"

Morgan shrugs his shoulders before pulling his attention back to the room.

Hotch clears his throat before starting. "Our unsub is white, male, in his late twenties. As you know, his modus operandi is to abduct a woman with a ruse, most recently trying to sell her a car. He holds these women hostage and tortures them for seven days, beating and raping them. He also places duct tape over their eyes, chains them, and cuts their nails to stubs. After one week, he strangles them with a belt and dumps them in a remote location."

Morgan picks up where Hotch left off. "This guy has a previous criminal record, mostly for petty crimes. He showed remorse at the dump sites and this is his first string of killings."

An officer interrupts, "How is he showing remorse?"

"By clothing them, he still acknowledges them as human."
Assuming we are following the order,

I continue. "Our unsub is an organized assassin. Follow the news and police reports, it has good hygiene, it is accessible. He's smart."

I breathe a little before continuing. "The difference with this case is rape. Viola without penetration, known as piquerismo. This indicates signs of erectile dysfunction and takes away its sexual energies and anger from its victims."

"- excessive layers of adhesive tape on the eyes point to a story of paranoia, most likely that it extends from some form of childhood trauma, such as divorce or the loss of a loved one. Mixed with the time he did for minor crimes in his past, the insub feels persecuted and constantly observed." Reid tells the officers.

Rossi closes the profile with the last main point of our analysis. "This man mixes with any crowd. It can be attractive and does not seem to threaten women. Organized murderers are fascinated by law enforcement. They will be injected into the investigation, either by revisiting the scene or with information to see what the police already know. My team is sure that this department has already interviewed the unsub."

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Hotch is the last one to enter the room and close the door behind us. "Morgan?"

His mobile phone is already in his hand and he smiles while dialing.

"Office of the Supreme Genius! How are my favorite fighters?" García's cheerful voice flows through the receiver, making me laugh softly.

"Better after hearing your voice, girl. Can you do something for us?"

"Anything for you, chocolate thunder." I can practically hear the smile on her face through the phone. "Tell me!"

"White, masculine, from the late twenties, lives in the city or in the surrounding suburbs," Hotch begins.

"Keep it up!"

"He has a record, minor crimes, he probably did it at some point. He suffered because of childhood trauma."

"He is also involved in law enforcement," Hotch says.

"And García, check it out with the list of people that the venue has interviewed," he added.

"Anything, Baby?"

"Just a moment... HAHA! Richard Slessman, 27, lives on the outskirts of the city with his grandmother, got into trouble from robbery and spent some time in Cascadia prison. He lost his mother when he was a child."

"It fits the profile," I say. "What is our movement?"

"Sting". Hotch leaves the file on the table and goes to the map that hangs from one of the crime boards. "Make an agent come in, a woman, knock on the door and ask him for help here," Hotch points to the map. "He will say that he is sitting at home, but he found the door open. He will accompany her inside and we will knock him down."

"When are we leaving?" I'm asking.

"Not you."

I look at Hotch. "Um, ok?"

"We use agent Harris. She is our partner in this case and will give us the opportunity to see what she can do."

"You have your own job to do," Rossi reminds me. "By the time we get back, I want a complete analysis of your injuries."

"Yes, sir."

The team leaves while I extend the photos of the M.E. around the conference table.