Gideon's Love

Noticing

     Finally I had gotten into the team, Hotchner accepted me as one of their own. I hung out with Reid and Penelope a few times, and even solved a few cases. The one member that I still needed acceptance from was Gideon.

J.J. walked through the conference room with a file about an inch thick. She gave Hotchner one look and he snapped back to us wheels up in thirty. I jumped at the harshness of his voice but quickly got together my over the night bag. We met on the plane just as he said, in thirty minutes. J.J. had made us copies of the file to read on the plane ride over too Kentucky.
     A young lady twenty three had been abducted, and her mutilated body dumped forty some miles north of where She lived. That wasn't what caught J.J.'s attention, it was that six more of these abduction's all across the United state's. The particular pattern in which he was taking them was unknow. The abductions spanded from Maine all the way too Florida, he wasn't stopping any time soon his sadistic tendencies were advancing to harsher methods and quickly. All of his victims had intensive wounds, burns, bruises, and worst of all they were fully drained of their blood before being dumped. His type, not known he seemed to jump around the only similarity that they all were women.
     I swallowed hard before turning to the photos of the crime scene. Turning the page my heart stopped, the young lady only twenty three mutilated. Her legs all bruises and her jeans not only cut through but burned through. Her brown hair matted with blood and spit, her face horribly burned. Her eyed were blood shot and wide open starring into nothingness. I held my wrists as I saw that hers had been completely slashed open. I could almost feel my blood gushing out of my body.
     Softly I closed the file and folded my legs and looked at Hotchner. He nodded and spoke,
    "So we know he doesn't have a particular type, women don't mean anything to him that is evident." I spoke up, 
     "What about their blood, is their something about each of their blood that he wants. It seems to be a game of cat and mouse he plays with his food before eating it, or so to speak." I finshed and I looked over and Gideon who was leaning back in his chair glasses on and in deep thought. God did I love the way he looked when he thought, I began blushing then I quickly brought my attention back to Hotchner.