California girl

The letter

Tw: Guns, mention of dead people, alcohol
Words: 836

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Emily and Derek went back to the hotel, they saw a group of people standing at the front door.
A police officer comes up to the two agents, "Good to see you", he says worried, "These people don't want to go till someone tells them what happened. They scream at us for being homophobic." Emily and Derek look at each other and go straight to the group of people. A tall man spins around and goes to Emily and Derek. "We try to defend the people who need help with their sexuality and you Agents let a random person kill them!!" He screams and walks faster up to Emily, Dereks stands in front of her and holds out his hand. "Stay there!" He shouts.
The man stands in front of Derek with a mad face, "Did u know the women?" Emily asks and steps next to Derek. The man nods, "We all were in a group! In a group that stands for people like us, like people that can't be themselves in a time like that." Emily tabs Derek shoulders, they both go into the hotel.

"Hotch, here is Derek. We maybe found the connection between the victims."
Emily walks to one of the employees, "Agent Emily Prentiss, I have some questions."
She talks with the employee for some time and goes back to Derek. ,,Got some informations?" Derek asks, Emily shakes her head. "No one saw something or someone."
"I got some information about the group the man was yelling about. The group is helping gays, etc. to get out of the closet and get comfortable in their lives. All of the 7 victims were part of the group."

Back at the police station, the brown haired woman comes into the room. "Hi, I'm looking for agent Emily Prentiss or agent Derek Morgan." 
A police officer goes with Lou to the FBI agents, "This woman asked for you," he says and walks away.
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Lou's POV:

I went home after the conversation with the two agents in the hotel. My mind can't explain what happened. I open my door and close it, "My head hurts", a tear drops down my face while I look to the kitchen. My body moves to the direction I look, I take a glass and get some wine out of the wine cabinet and fill my glass with it.
My body sits down on the chair right next to the desk in the kitchen. It's sunny outside but the curtains locked the sun out of my apartment.
I sit in silence and try to catch my breath when someone knocks on the door.
I look up and go to the door, I open it and look through the hallway. Nothing, just a letter on the floor right next to my door. "Lou baker", I take the letter and open it, still looking for someone or something in the hallway.
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"Lou baker? What's wrong?" Emily asks confused.
Lou looks at her with a pale face, "Can you uhm, I got this letter-." Lou shows the letter and gives it to Emily, the team comes up and looks what there is written. "I know you Lou, I know what you are. Take this as a sign, soon you gonna be a part of something big." The team looks at Lou, her face still pale.
"Follow me." Emily says while walking into another room with less people.

"Tell me what happened, how did you get this letter?" Hotch crosses his arms. Emily sits next to Lou and touches lightly her shoulder. Her hand on my shoulder gives me a safe feeling.

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Lou's POV:
"I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking some wine and trying to understand what just happened to my friends, when I heard a knock on my door. I went to look if there is anyone but nothing except this letter on the floor. After reading it, I went through the hallway of the house and try to find someone but nothing. I got my stuff and came here." I look up to the tall agent, he looks back at me with one brow raised. The pretty agent next to me, agent Prentiss, still has her hand on my shoulder. They stand up and leave the room.
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The team stands in front of the desk, every details about the dead bodies, informations about the women, everything lays there.
Hotch and Emily walk out of the room and go to the team, "This is the first time of hearing about a letter. Did any of the women got one? Have you found something in the apartments?" Hotch looks around the table. "Spence and I went trough everything in the apartments, but nothing," JJ says.
"She needs protection for the next few days, till we find the person who wrote this and killed the women." Emily turns to Hotch, "I can stay with her, maybe I get some more informations about the letter." Hotch nods.