We are standing in front of the police department, everyone is listening carefully and taking notes while we give our profile of the unsub. You would think this gets old but it doesn't. Each town is different, each person in the room handles what we say with either the utmost importance or hardly affects them. They listen, write notes, watch us carefully, and for the most part have the worst coffee I have ever tasted. God I miss my coffee from home.
"Most of us take the internet for granted. We forget about texts that we share or updates we put on social networks. But the internet never forgets. Once it's out there, it's out there forever." I start us off.
"Now we all know about the horrific deaths that get shown on the web. The murder of a journalist. The stoning of an Iranian Dissident. Those murders are immortal." Derek says looking around the room sitting on one of the desk with his leg propped up on a chair.
"And this unsub craves that same immortality." Hotch adds next to Emily on my right.
"He recognizes his face on theirs and kills them as a way of saying, this is what I look like." Spencer says standing off to the other side of me.
"We think this also informs his compulsion to take the bodies with him." Derek says.
"He takes them to a secondary location where we believe he preserves them, so that every time he looks at them, he sees his own ego reflected." Hotch tells everyone.
"Fortunately for us, this means we have a good idea of what he looks like. Based on the shape of the victims faces, we have a rough composite sketch." Emily states grabbing the stack of our sketch and hands them out to the entire room.
"This unsub is an expert with computers and home networks. So look into criminal records of men with extensive computer training." Derek suggests.
"We know you've already looked into the victims' computer I.T. settings, so we'd like to expand the search. look into electronic stores, computer distributors, I.T. departments where the women worked." Spencer states his hands moving while he talks.
"We overuse the term narcissistic in our culture, but we're going back to the psychological definition. Every aspect of this man's life has been constructed around an inflated sense of self." Derek tells everyone. I look over the room once more.
"Unsubs like this are particularly vulnerable to what's called narcissistic injury. If his self worth is attacked or damaged, he will lash out." I warn them.
"So, if you find this unsub, do not challenge him publicly. Say you just want to talk to him, see if he knows anything about the brilliant mastermind who's stalking these women." Rossi says as I nod along with his statement.
"Stroke his ego." I add.
"Under no circumstances should you denigrate him. As difficult as it is, we need to talk up his exploits....like Agent Finnegan said stroke his ego, as if we respected him." Hotch says before ending our profile debriefing. JJ and Fordham go to make a press conference providing our composite sketch.
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Cardigans and Converse // Spencer Reid
FanfictionSunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault. She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...