"What we are about to give is called a profile," JJ said, "Things the unsub has done that put him into a specific category. Profiles aren't always correct, but they can be pretty spot on."
"Be thinking of people in the community who sound like this person of anyone comes to mind tell us and we will check them out." Derek looked across the room of attentive police men and women. He spotted the lady from the coroner's, Anica Farmer. She was hanging out in the back of the room and he wondered what she was doing here.
"The unsub is a white male. Probably in his early to late twenties," Hotchner started.
"He isn't motivated by the kill so much as the action," Rossi continued, "His act of leaving the victim by the side of the road proves that."
"The unsub has some kind of hearing disorder. His act of cutting off the ears and as far as we can tell keeping them is saying: these people don't listen, they don't deserve to listen, " Reid pointed out.
"But I knew Deliah. She was a great listener." One police officer spoke out.
"The last four victims were all surrogates. Heather was the one who first didn't listen to the unsub. She was the trigger. All others are just another attempt to get the same feeling he got from hurting Heather."
"The more he kills, the more he will be desperate for that first feeling."
"Like a drug user trying to remake that first high," Derek could see Anica making some notes in a small flip book.
"So the unsub is quickly on the path to going on a killing spree."
"What's a killing spree?" Anica asked.
"Where the unsub has no cool down period and starts abandoning his usual mo." Derek answered her.
"The unsub probably already has another victim, so please notify us of any missing women." Hotchner said. With that the debriefing ended and everyone went back to their usual stuff.
Derek walked over to Anica. She was staring at her flip book with a look of deep concentration. Two boxes of delicious smelling doughtnuts were behind her.
"Something up?"
She jumped like he startled her.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just figure out how to fix this picture." Anica showed Derek her notebook. Inside was a picture of desk lamp. It looked good to Derek.
"It's not quite the right proportions." She pursed her lips. Derek realized he was staring and shook his head.
"Do you mind me asking what you are doing here?" He asked.
"Oh, I was just bring some doughnuts," Anica pointed at the two now almost empty boxes, "Heavens know that they need some happiness."
"Yeah..." Derek had no idea what to think of this lady. While he studied her she had a sudden aha moment.
"Oh my..." Anica said and ran a hand through her fuax hawk.
"What?" Derek said.
"I just... Remembered that I have some work I need to do... I got distracted.." She was so obviously lying, but Derek didn't think it as anything sinister. He watched as she speed walked out of the police station then ran down the street.
He grabbed a doughnut then realized that the smell he liked so much earlier hadn't been the doughnuts.
