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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞
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𝟰:𝟭𝟰𝗽𝗺 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝗮 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝗮, 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗮
"𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 found something," Garcia began. "Georgina Kitchel was a 24-year-old student who was in a car accident on the Memorial Day weekend in 2004. May 31st, to be exact."
"Twenty-four is outside our age range, mama," Morgan refuted, his team gathered around him as he held out his phone, with Garcia on speaker.
"You didn't let me finish," she continued. "In 2004, at the time of her accident, she was eighteen. Her injuries were, capital-B, bad. A pickup truck ploughed into the passenger side of her car, where she was sitting. Police suspected that the person driving her car was her then-boyfriend, Shaun Tuttle, and that he was drunk and fled the scene. He swore no memory of the event, but Mr Suspicious has been living almost entirely off the grid for the past eleven months, and Georgina was taken off life support on January 5th of this year."
"Two days later, Olivia Washington is abducted," Cady linked, looking from the screen to the evidence boards.
"There's something else," Garcia added. "She was babysitting a family friend at the time, Oscar Ventworth. He was in the back seat, also sustaining injuries from the crash. Oh," she sighed as she continued reading her screen, "he was fifteen."
"Is he still alive?"
"Mhm," Garcia nodded, "and I just sent his parents' address to your phones."
"Dave," Hotch spoke, cocking his chin to the door. "Take Morgan."
Cady's back straightened as she perked up. "I'd like to go with them," she said, hopeful.
Morgan was eyeing Hotch, willing him to disagree. He and Rossi could handle this, keep the newbie here with Reid. But Hotch nodded, and Cady was grabbing her phone and jacket to tag along behind Rossi. Morgan fought to hide his dismay, exhaling a quiet sigh, and the three proceeded to one of the cars parked outside of the station.
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𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, Cady was tabbing through the photos Garcia had forwarded to the teams' phones. Mangled metal and bruised bodies filled the small screen of her Blackberry. Oscar's injuries were substantial, but Georgina's had left her in a coma for six years, brain dead.
"Garcia said the boyfriend's off-grid?" Cady asked, now opening the electronic file on Georgina.
Rossi nodded from the front passenger seat, also reading his copy of the file. "No rent, no credit card history, nothing since June last year."
