Abbey Road [Aaron Hotchner x OC]

9. You're his type

Amelia

I sat down at the table in the conference room waiting for the rest of the team to come in. Garcia had texted early this morning that Hotch wanted everyone to come in for an urgent case. And since my track record with him wasn't very good right now I decided to get in as fast as possible.

"Hi Woods, how are you feeling?" Prentiss walked into the room and sat down next to me.

"Oh, much better after some time to recharge." I paused thinking about a couple days ago. "Maybe a little embarrassed." I let out an awkward laugh.

"Good. And don't be we've all been there." She smiled sympathetically but her look lingered in me like there was something else she wanted to ask.

JJ along with Reid at her heals entered the conference room making out heads turn their way. Reid rambling to JJ, something about sound waves, classical music and amniotic fluids. "— just make sure that you limit his exposure as the amniotic fluid has a tendency to amplify sound."

"Alright, thanks doc for the reminder." She gave him a quick smile before he sat down at the chair closest to the door.

The rest of the team soon joined in so we could get started. I glanced at Hotch as he sat down, he caught me looking so I directed my attention towards JJ quickly.

"Alright" JJ began as she turned on the screen. "In the past three weeks, three bodies of low risk women in their mid twenties have bees found dead in Salt Lake City, Utah. The unsub holds them for 72 hours before dumping their bodies. All the women had been tortured and raped repeatedly. Before having their throats slashed.

"This looks a lot like the Jeff Hansen case the BAU solved a couple years ago." Reid pointed out.

"And there's also this." A few picture popped up on the screen, the women's chest all had the name 'HANSEN' carved on them.

"That was a detail we never released to the public." Hotch looked up from his file.

"Maybe he had a partner back then we didn't know about?" Morgan questioned looking at Hotch.

"We profiled Hansen as a typical narcissistic sexual sadist. He wanted to completely own his victims, he wouldn't have been capable to have a partner."

"What about a groupie?" I suggested looking around the room. "Maybe he talked to one of his fans about the details of the murders."

"It's a good theory." Hotch made eye contact with with me. "Alright everyone, wheels up in 30."

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"Everyone." Hotch's voice sounded out in the plane making everyone gather around. "Garcia do you have any news so far?"

"No sir, so far I've come up with zilch on the groupie theory because something is restricting the access. But I shall keep digging."

"Good. Once we land I want Prentiss and Reid to go to the ME, Morgan and Rossi check out the dump sites see if anything stands out, JJ talk to the families and try to keep the media under wraps. And Woods. After we've talked with the lead detective you're coming with me, they've given us permission to speak with Hansen."

"Why me?" I asked cautiously, I sat on an armrest diagonally across the plane from Hotch. He hadn't talked to me since picking me up at Garcia's and making sure I was alright afterwards. So was surprised he wanted to spend time alone with me.

He looked up at me with his regular stern expression. "You're his type." He murmured.

"Oh." Was the only thing I managed to get out.

A few minutes later we were already headed to our different locations. Hotch, JJ and I took one car to the station. After we dropped of JJ and Hotch had a quick word with the detective we were on our way to the federal prison Hansen was held at.