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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 28th, 2009
we continue the briefing on the jet, the conversation tense as we dissect the unsub's motivations. the pain is his driving force; it empowers him. with his attacks focused around halloween, we start to piece together that he's likely connected to emergency services—cops, paramedics, and firefighters. ironically, these are the very people who would normally be on our side. hotch and i are assigned to meet with the medical examiner, hoping to learn more about the last victim.
as we arrive at the hospital, the me leads us through a series of dark, winding hallways until we reach the morgue. she pushes open the heavy door, and the acrid smell of burnt flesh fills the air. "i hope you have a strong stomach." she says, her tone both casual and grim as she pulls back the sheet to reveal the victim's charred face. "gasoline was the accelerant?" hotch asks, his voice steady.
"gas vapors pooled in a low, enclosed space," she explains, her gaze fixed on the blackened remains. "when ignited, they burned down to the bone. we call this a fourth-degree burn." she gestures to the x-rays displayed on a nearby screen, and i notice a fracture along the back of the skull.
"this fracture—was it postmortem?" i ask, looking closer. she shakes her head. "no, antemortem bruising. he was struck from behind." "a blitz attack." hotch notes, and i add, "he didn't want them looking at him." i spot a piece of singed fabric fused to the victim's cheek and point it out. "what's this?" "charred fabric," the me replies. "the original garment burned away, leaving behind these fragments." i look over at hotch, a thought forming. "he's covering their faces before he sets the fire. he wants to see them suffer but can't face them while he does it."
hotch nods, and his eyes narrow. "it's an execution. there's no remorse." we thank the me, then head back to the suv. hotch immediately dials the team, asking everyone to regroup at the field office. as we gather around the table, morgan and prentiss share their observations from the crime scene. "because the area's so remote, our unsub has a clear window to set his fires," morgan says, arms crossed. "he may even have a police scanner to time his exits."
"the first victim often reveals the most about the unsub's mindset," reid adds, shuffling through pages. "tommy proctor was a career criminal. his murder was different—buried deep, hidden." "they knew each other," hotch muses. "the unsub tried repeatedly to burn proctor, probably not realizing how hard it is to destroy a body this way." "or it's overkill," prentiss interjects. "he wanted proctor to suffer." rossi nods. "it's likely he knew all his victims. we just need to find the connection."
october 29th, 2009
hotch dispatches rossi and emily to speak with tony torrell's wife, kiersten, and they return later with a description: a black male, around 25, with severe facial scarring, missing one ear. as we discuss the profile, garcia cross-references our data, narrowing down a few potential suspects and finding one name: kamen scott. he was once close with tommy proctor, sharing a history that includes a car accident years ago, one that left kamen severely scarred. tommy was the driver who walked away, leaving kamen's life in ruins.
