ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ~ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

~Connecting The Dots~

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I lingered in the doorway, a sudden wave of nausea crashing over me as my eyes blurred, causing me to reach a hand out onto the opposing wall to steady myself. Fixed on the scene before me I took a deep breath and slipped my hand away from the wall and holstered my gun, not before reminding myself I had a job to do. One that once again has made me wonder why I even do this. Stepping forward I avoided the numerous pools of blood and small bodily matter submerged in the thick red that seeped into the carpet. Flecks of crimson painted the walls, something one could almost mistake for intentional art. Although, in some sick twisted way, it essentially was to whomever committed such an atrocious act of violence. Shivering slightly I called for JJ and Reid apprehensively, watching as JJ  stumbled in and Reid scurrying in behind her. 

"Oh my god..." JJ breathed, frozen still as her eyes darted across the room. Reid flinched but didn't say anything, resorting to simply start noting down what was before us. "I haven't seen something like this in a long time..." I shuddered, my mind drifting away to the darker and more shaded spaces of my brain, somewhere I had adamantly decided I never wanted to be again. Reid looked at me briefly before he walked closer to the heap of mangled corpses with a gloved hand to inspect closer. "This is quite an escalation, but still easily believable from what we know about the unsubs. But this scene has more rage inflicted upon the victims and more of a refined way of posing them." Reid muttered as he squinted at the finger of one of the bodies, his brain quickly connecting the scattered dots. "So something happened to make them evolve, most likely someone said or did something they didn't like or expect? And then they decided to make some sort of warning... or example- Oh!" I replied, the end of my sentence urging my mind to delve deeper. 

JJ, who had been silent until now, looked between me and Reid as she caught on to what we were thinking. "You think they are setting examples of some sort?" JJ questioned, avoiding looking directly at the bloody mess in the room. "Precisely! I'll call Garcia." I practically shrieked, desperate to end this bloody trail of destruction. Delving my hand into my pocket, I grabbed my phone to contact Garcia, rambling as she picked up. "Okay, so you want to find some sort of connection between all of the victims?" Garcia confirmed, listening to me as I explained our theory. Thanking Garcia, I then rang Rossi who was at the station with Morgan to share our thoughts. I tapped my fingers on the back of the phone as I listened to Rossi and Morgan muttering on the other end of the phone, their conformation of our theory caused a sigh of relief to leave my lips after I hung up. "Well guys, we have a lot of work to do." I stated, speaking to Reid and JJ as I led them from the house.

Arriving back at the station, the 3 of us sped through the room to where we had set up, Reid jogging to catch up as he fell behind. Smiling at Rossi and Morgan I sat in a free chair next to Rossi before asking what the plan of action was. "See those boxes? Everyone take 5 and note down every tiny relation these victims had to each other." Rossi smiled unapologetically, grinning as Reid clapped his hands, eager to make it through as many boxes as possible. Frowning slightly I got up and grabbed a few boxes, passing some to JJ. "Coffee anyone?" I asked, grimacing at the amount of documents that now littered the table. A collection of yes's sounded out. "And one bag of sugar for the doctor, I remember, don't worry." I chuckled before Reid could ask. 

"Okay, so we know at least one person from each crime scene had connections to some type of criminal investigation regarding themselves, all of them seemingly sexual abuse cases." I asked Garcia, her usual chirpy voice dimmed as she confirmed what I said. "And, uh, you know the young girl, Katelyn Berks? Yeah, well, 2 of the other men she was murdered with both had previous sexual abuse cases but their records were sealed, so that's why it didn't come up in our first initial search..." Garcia trailed off, her voice crackling slightly over the phone. "Wait, so let's say the unsubs knew this about the 2 men and decided to commit some sort of act of revenge, but found them already with a young girl, Katelyn, and then they had no choice but to dispose of her because she was a witness? And then they discovered some sort of craving for murder and 'avenging' others and just targeted other sexual offenders and essentially put the women out of their 'misery'?" I rambled, my mind racing too fast for my mouth to catch up. "So we're looking at some sort of 'Angel of Death'? Rossi asked, watching the team as we mulled over the facts. "I mean, pretty much. We just gotta find the guys..." I trailed off, frowning as I thought. 

The next day we had tracked down one offender due to some DNA evidence left at one of the scenes, upon storming the residency of the unsub, we found the two of them and subsequently arrested them. A total of 12 known victims were slaughtered and dissected. 14 funerals, for both the guilty and innocent. The name 'Katelyn' was slowly penciled into my notebook that night.

Stepping out of the jet I frowned at the buzzing in my pocket, my brain aching with lack of sleep once again. Glaring at the name tag on the screen I fell behind the rest of the team as they headed back to the office. Sighing, I accepted the call begrudgingly. "Grey." I stated, acting as if I had no knowledge of the caller's identity. "Grey? I was calling to offer my assistance on the case." The familiar gravely voice said, igniting the usual irritation I felt whenever I had to speak to the BAU chief. "We solved it yesterday." I replied shortly, restraining the sound of triumph from my voice.  "You did?" Hotch trailed off, most likely bitter over the fact that we coped perfectly fine without him. "Yep." I said, popping the 'p' and preparing to end the call, the last shreds of my patience wearing thin. "Right, okay." Hotch muttered, before saying a short goodbye. Smiling at the silence I slipped my phone into my pocket. 

Another point for Grey.

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Author's note:

Crazy we're almost at 3k reads! Tysm guys :) Have a lovely rest of your week everyone! 

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