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"I'm not mean to everyone, you guys are the exception."
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Heather King walked into a small office space, a pink blouse, black slacks, and black heels adored her.
"Good morning." Heather says, this made everyone turn to the blonde. "Here." Hotch says as he hands her a file. "22-year-old Heather Woodland..." Heather says, raising a perfectly shaped brow.
"Before she left for lunch, she downloaded an email with a time-delayed virus attached. The killer's virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen." Hotch says, briefing both Heather and Gideon.
""For heaven's sake, catch me before I kill more. I cannot control myself."" Gideon reads, moving to face a photograph on a wall. "He never keeps them for more than 7 days, which means we have fewer than 36 hours to find her." Hotch says as Heather moves to stand next to Spencer, sending him a small smile, the man sending a tight lipped one back.
"They want you back in the saddle. You ready?" Morgan questions. "Looks like medical leave's over, boss." Spencer says, this made Heather grin. "They sure they want me?" Gideon questions. "The order came from the director." Hotch says, a small smile on his face.
"Well, we'd better get started." Heather says, picking up her file and walking out of the room, the rest of the team following behind her.
Heather sat in the passenger seat of the black SUV, Spencer in the back and Morgan driving. "You got your go bag?" Morgan questions, Heather nodding. "Always do." She says as she looks back at Spencer. "You ready?" She questions the man, Spencer nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be." Spencer says as they arrive at the air strip.
Heather walked next to Spencer towards the plane, her demeanor shifting almost instantly. The woman sat in the chair, buckled up as she held the arm rest tightly, Spencer noticing. "Not a fan of flying?" He questions, Heather laughing stiffly.
"Scared of crashing more like." Heather says as she looks everywhere but the window. "Y'know aviophobia can generally be split into two divisions. One which pertains to the fear of dying in a fiery death, and the other which fears confinement within the cabin which is similar to claustrophobia." Spencer says, this made Heather smile softly.
"You're so smart Spencer." Heather says as the seatbelt sign is disengaged, Heather moving towards another seat. Hotch sat in front of her. "His first victim was 26-year-old Melissa Kirsh. Stab wounds, strangulation." Spencer says.
"Wait, wait. Back up. Back up. He stabbed her...And then strangled her to finish her off?" Morgan questions. "Other way around. Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?" Gideon questions.
"Strangulation with your bare hands is not as easy as one would believe. He tried, probably found that it took too long..." Heather starts. "So he stabbed her instead." Morgan finished, this made Heather nod.
