deep end, cm [ 1 ]

054. lucky

"Bridgewater, Florida. Local girl, Abby Kelton, 19, left her parents' home to go to the local junior college. She never came home." JJ says. "Three days later, joggers found her -- part of her -- in a nearby park."

"What did that to her?" Emily asks, looking at the photos of the body.

"Bridgewater's off of I-75, which is often referred to as Alligator Alley for reasons that are now apparent. Everything below the waist had been eaten." JJ informs.

"Ah, the circle of life." Rossi comments.

"Suddenly I don't feel so guilty about my alligator wallet." Emily says.

"Alligators didn't cut off her fingers, slit her throat, or carve this into her chest." Hotch says.

"An inverted pentagram." Derek says.

"Locals believe the killing was committed by a satanic cult." JJ says.

"Some things never change." Rossi comments.

"Killer satanic cults don't exist. They were debunked as a suburban myth." Emily says. Rossi stares at her. "What?"

"Rossi's the one that debunked them." Spencer says.

"Oh, right. Thanks." Emily tells the older man. Jessica bites the inside of her cheek to prevent from laughing.

"Cult or not, the killing was ritualized. This will turn serial if it hasn't already." Hotch says.

"So killer satanic cults don't exist, but satanic serial killers do?" JJ asks.

"Lasciate ogni speranza ch'entrate." Rossi says, getting up and walking out.

"Oh, thanks for clearing that up." JJ sarcastically remarks.

"Uh, it's from Dante's Inferno." Spencer informs. "Uh, "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."" He translates.

"So that was a yes." JJ says.

"A big yes." Hotch confirms.

"Mr. Fancy Pants." Jessica mutters under breath.

+++

They're on the jet and Jessica and Spencer are sitting on the couch. Rossi is sitting in a chair and facing the couch while the others are sitting in the four seats.

"We never found any evidence of a killer satanic cult." Rossi says. "In reality, there are only two types of violent satanic criminals."

"Uh, type one -- teen satanists assume the satanic identity to rebel. Minor crimes, theft and vandalism to churches, schools, symbols of authority. When combined with drugs and alcohol, they may turn violent." Spencer says.

"Yes, in extreme cases, deadly." Rossi nods. "That was out of my book word for word."

"Oh, trust us, we know." Derek says.

"Killings are accidental, usually resulting from their hobby getting out of control. Killings won't turn serial--"

"Hey, Reid." Derek cuts him off. He nods in Rossi's direction and then makes a cut it out motion to the genius. Spencer looks at Rossi.

"Sorry." He whispers and apologetically smiles. "You have a photographic memory. How do you stop from rambling about stuff you know?" Spencer whispers to his girlfriend.

"I was a middle child." Jessica mumbles. "And then foster homes which with those, I learned to shut up in."

"That-- what does that mean?" Spencer frowns.

"Don't wanna know." Jessica mutters.

Spencer's mouth falls open like he wants to keep questioning her, but stops himself as he knows it isn't the correct time and place.