Abbys POV
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We got to the police department and Hotch introduced us. A minute later when we were setting up in one of the rooms, the sheriff came in and told us there was another body.
"He's escalating. Samantha Cathell was killed three days ago," JJ said.
"Morgan, Rossi go check out the crime scene. Lawson, Reid and Prentiss stay here and work on the profile. JJ, we're gonna go deal with the media," Hotch said and walked out.
I sat down next to Emily, and Reid was writing on the board. I pick up my phone and call Garcia, "Office of supreme genius, speak and be recognised."
I smiled and said, "Garcia, what can you tell us about the new victim?"
"Grace Dugar, 19, she was a social butterfly, her GPA was 1.9," she stated.
As soon as Reid wrote down her name he saw something, "I think the unsub is killing in alphabetical order. Allen, Blue, Cathell and Dugar."
"So he's organised," Emily added. "And we know he feels remorse from the way he positions them."
"And their GPA was from 1.6- 2.0. Maybe thats why he carves 'stupid' in their backs because he thinks they're not very intelligent. Garcia, you need to check if any of the victims were in the same classes, if their paths crossed, and search for students with a last name that starts with 'E' and low GPAs. He may already have his next victim picked out," I said and Penelope hung up.
30 minutes later when Morgan, Rossi, JJ and Hotch were all back we told them what we figured out and we were ready for a profile.
After we delivered the profile Penelope called and told us she narrowed down the victim pool to 214 students.
"We'll pick up from where we left tomorrow. It's late and you're all tired. Go to the hotel and get some sleep," Hotch ordered. So, we all walked out to the SUVs and drove to the hotel.
I walk to my room, take a shower and get dressed into my pajama bottoms and a tank top. I lay on the bed and try to sleep but all I can think of is the case. Then I have an epiphany. I've never gotten out of bed that quickly. I open my door and run into the hall and knock on the room next to mine. I know he's not sleeping, no one is. Reid opens the door and looks suprised to see me in pajamas.
"What if the unsub is a teacher," I walk pass him and he closes the door.
"That would explain why he kills by their last name and how he knows their GPAs. He thinks they don't deserve to be there. Good job Abby," Spencer says and I can't help but smile.
"Well, goodnight Spencer," I say and I'm half way thru the door.
"Wait. It looks like we won't be able to sleep much and I see no harm in playing a couple of rounds of poker, and we can discuss the case more." How am I supposed to say no to that?
We sit down on the couch and start the game. We play 5 rounds and, of course, Reid wins all of them. After that we watch a little TV.
I wake up the next morning, completely refreshed, to an alarm going off. It was Reids phone. Wait, what am I doing here. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I feel a hand around my waist, it's Spencer. My back was against his chest. I feel safe and warm, but every good thing has to end eventually, right.
"Spencer, wake up, we need to go to the police department," I stand up, go to my room, take a quick shower and get dressed.
At the police department we figured out more things about the unsub and two hours later Garcia called, "Hello my loves, I found out that all the victims had the same three teachers and only one is male. His name is Peter Zell, 44, and there are two students in his class with a last name that starts with an 'E', but only one has a GPA thats lower than 2 and his name is...Michael Eden."
"Thanks Garcia. Morgan, you and Prentiss go to Michaels dorm, Rossi and Lawson go to Zells house, we need to catch him before he does anything," Hotch said and we were on our way to the house.
"He's not here," I yell as I cleared the house.
Rossi turns to me and says, "That was Morgan," he points to his phone, "they got Peter, he was trying to kill Michael."
Spencers POV
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Everyone was asleep on the plane. Abby was on the couch. She looks so peaceful. I'm still thinking about this morning, how nice it was to wake up next to her. I wish we could be something more than just friends.
