her fathers daughter - criminal minds

Chapter 32: room for improvement

Two months later, the team have been working on a particularly difficult case for a couple weeks now. It seems as though everytime they were close to catching the killer, he just about slipped away. The killer was also an expert hacker, so good in-fact that this unsub challenged even Penelope's skills. Everyone was wrapped up in this case they needed to solve it but there were just so many twists, turns and wrong assumptions that stumped them. The worst part was, the killer was in Virginia so team couldn't escape the case. It was literally all around them. All they could think about. Which was exactly what this unsub wanted. He even started reaching out to the BAU, taunting them online with notes. In these notes he had signed them with the name given to him by the media in the midst of his rising fame. They called

"Guys! I tracked the message that the cyber-reaper sent us this morning. He sent it from a computer which was bouncing off three different towers and it took me a while bu-"

"Garcia get to the point" hotch was getting a little desperate at this point. So was the rest of the team. It was so infuriating for them, not being able to solve a case and being taunted at the same time.

"Right! I think I found an address!" She looked very hopeful and almost excited to tell them but to her surprise, no one seemed too bothered.

"you're sure about this?" Hotch asked firmly and she quickly nodded.

"But how do we know this is any different? You have traced his messages to addresses before and every time we follow it. They turn out to be a distraction." Spencer asked fed up slightly

"Well if you have some other ideas on how I can track him then I'm all ears but until then this is all I've got." Penelope snapped a little.

"Alright we will go check it out. We have to go through this case with a fine tooth comb if we are going to catch our unsub" hotch declared as he stood up. "JJ, Morgan and green lets go. Garcia, can you-"

"Send you the address? Already done its on all of your phones" she half smiled still full of hope as she watch the four of them race out the door.

The address that Penelope had sent them wasn't too far from quantico. They all put on FBI vests and went, gun in hand, up to the front door of what seemed like a fairly average family suburban home. Maybe a little small but a cute family home nonetheless. Hotch knocked identifying them as FBI but go no response which gave Derek the green light to kick in the door. The four of them covered the first floor, clearing each room as they went. JJ was the one to check the kitchen where she found a woman, early to mid forty's lying in a pool of her own blood on the floor. "Guys! Over here" the Morgan, Jess and hotch were there in seconds. JJ was crouched over the body shaking her head to the question she knew they were about to ask. Does she have a pulse? No.

They sighed in frustration. They were to late. Again. Hotch scanned the room for any leads, his eyes landed on a laptop left on the dining table. "He hasn't left a computer here before has he?" They all glanced over at the table in curiosity.

"Nope" jess replied as they got closer, the lid was still open so they were able to see what was left on the screen. He had typed up a note on it saying;

Oops... you were too late again. Weren't you?

"Does he think he's playing some fucked up game?!" Derek said angrily.

"It's like I can almost hear the unsub laughing at us" jess exclaimed pinching the bridge of her nose as she racked her brain for something they missed.

"Well... what does the unsub sound like?" JJ asked despairingly, they really were starting to run dry with leads. Derek could contain his pent up anger much longer and hit the wall with the Side of his fist that's when jessica heard a faint sound.