You join Emily and Mick Rawson who is on the Red Cell team. They're standing over the recent victim while SFPD is closing off the park from everyone else.
"Hey, I came as fast as I could," you say. "Do you have any gloves?"
Emily hands you a pair and you slip them on over your own hands. You kneel next to the body and touch the wounds on his face. His spiritual energy flies out of his body and swirls around you, putting out a video that plays out in front of you of his last moments. There is an empty pool with two people inside, one of them being the victim. Both of them run at each other before fighting. There are tons of blood stains all around the pool, telling you that many people have fought there. A man sits on the edge of the pool looking down at the two men fighting but the only thing you're getting from him is that he's white. That narrows it down... Not. You stand up and remove the gloves.
"So, the only thing I'm getting is that he and another man were inside this big empty pool and they were fighting each other. The unsub was sitting on the edge watching them but the only thing I saw was that he's white." Mick stares at you like you have two heads and you stick your hand out which he shakes. "Hi, I'm Y/N, the on-call psychic."
"Not the weirdest thing I've come across," he shrugs.
"British, huh? I know a girl who has a thing for accents," you grin and look at Emily who blushes.
Mick smirks but he doesn't say anything about it.
"So, the Tenderloin is full of junkies who would be easy to control, but the first victim had no drugs in his system and this geezer looks pretty healthy except for the whole dead thing. There's skin under his nails. Didn't the first victim have scratch marks on his chest?"
"The victims are fighting each other," you say, "not the unsub."
"Exactly," Mick agrees.
"I take it you're about to wow us with a theory?"
"The first victim is dumped before the fathers and daughters are taken. Why?"
Because he wants to send a message to the wife that he means business, to make sure she doesn't call the police."
"It also sends a message to the prisoners he already has. If you lose a fight, you die." Mick leans down and points to the welts that are on the victim's back. "What do those welts look like to you?"
"Wounds from rubber bullets?"
"This is the same as how they used to control rioters or prison inmates. I think the unsub's been locked up. It's where he's learned to control his own prisoners."
"Well, if he's learned how to dominate them, why are they fighting each other?" Emily asks.
"It has to be part of his plan to watch them beat the hell out of each other. The loser is executed."
You take out your phone and call Hotch.
"Hey, we might have the profile on this guy." You tell him everything Mick told you. "How do you want us to do this?"
"If what Rawson said is true, the profile will need to be given to San Quinten Prison."
"Hotch, I can't go there," you whisper.
"I'm not asking you to. I'll have Rossi and Sam go there. Get back to the station so we can give it to SFPD."
"Thank you."
Rossi and Sam go to the prison, Derek stays with Jane's mother, and the rest of the team is at the SF police station to deliver the profile.
"We have a serial killer on our hands. We think he might have done time in San Quinten Prison. It's very likely that this unsub has a prison record. He's white, and judging by the age of the people he abducts, most likely in his thirties. Considering the terrain in which he's dumping the bodies, we think that he's imposing or at least very physically fit," Hotch begins.
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Criminal Minds Series Rewirte: Season Five
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