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after joining the bau, madelyn mortier's hazy past clears--allowing her a fresh start. she endevers in this newfound family but will the demons of her past seep back in to destroy it? can she start anew and put aside her ghosts to focus on...
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╭──╯ . . . . . VIOLENT DELIGHTS ܴೈ
✧.* ONEERTAXEA . . . . . ╰──╮
october 19th, 2009
"morgan's out canvassing the area." emily says, resting a hand on my shoulder as she scans the room, her eyes heavy with the weight of everything that's just happened. i shake my head, frustrated, my gaze falling on the blood-stained crossword. ray had been so close to finishing it, so close to making it out alive. "we had the streets, the building, even the fucking roof covered. how did he get through us?"
"garcia traced ray finnegan's phone calls," emily says, her voice steady, trying to keep me grounded. "he made one to a pre-paid cell at 4:38. another one to you at 11:41." i swallow hard. "it gave bosola seven hours to prepare. i think he was here before we arrived." hotch says looking over at me, his eyes steady but sharp. "he heard me call ray. this is all my fault." i sigh.
emily squeezes my shoulder gently, trying to comfort me, but it doesn't help much. i know this is on me. i'm the reason ray is dead. i feel it in my bones. "now he knows we're onto him." the detective mutters from across the room. "he's not the only one," rossi adds, his voice gruff. "whoever he works for knows, too."
we all stand in the dim bar, the air heavy with defeat. flashbulbs pop around us as crime scene techs take pictures, the coroner covering ray's body. my heart sinks as i walk over to the crossword puzzle, picking it up carefully. he had been so close to completing it. i regret ever making that call. ray's murder weighs on my conscience like a lead blanket.
october 20th, 2009
emily steps up to deliver the profile. "we're looking at multiple unsubs: both male. unsub a is the planner. he works in the criminal justice system—possibly a defence attorney, prosecutor, judge, or even a cop. we believe a personal tragedy struck him recently, something devastating. he's likely between fifty and sixty."
she pauses, scanning the team before continuing. "unsub b, on the other hand, likely met unsub a through the court system. he's been hired to carry out a twisted form of justice, which isn't cheap. that means the planner has access to large amounts of cash. the way the crime scenes are staged shows that unsub a either doesn't care that we see his mess or wants us to find it. unsub b, however, has no such interest. he should be considered armed and extremely dangerous."
rossi sits at a laptop, listening as garcia and reid go through stacks of files, reading off names and discussing potential leads. "wait, hang on, did you say judge schuller?" rossi asks, stepping closer to the group. "what's wrong?" "you know him?" emily asks, her brow furrowing.
he shakes his head. "no, not directly." he stammers. hotch's gaze sharpens. "go on." rossi takes a breath, the memories flashing back. "two years ago, his wife, emma, was killed by a drunk driver. judge schuller was a wreck, understandably. his wife was the love of his life." i remember that now, matthew was the first cop on the scene, he was on his way home when he watched the accident play out. he pulled her out of the car before it was completely engulfed in flames, her head injury being the factor that took her out. i also remember ray's little fling with emma, she needed an out from schuller and ray was her way out but she never could have left schuller.
