Psycho (ON HOLD)

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Just to be clear only the characters and FBI stuff are somewhat based off of Criminal Minds! Aka the best show ever and literally my life.

Besides that it's a totally original story plot only similar characters! Go Criminal Minds!

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"This is thirty-two year old Lacey McKinnon of Seattle, Washington. She was found yesterday propped up against the side of a local coffee shop," JJ paused, clicking a button immediately pulling up a picture of the body, postmortem, "Wrapped with clear plastic. Her fingers are dismembered and hands mutilated. Hair has been cut short and died black. Same victimology as the last four victims."

More pictures were brought up and were quite gruesome. "Harmony Dale, Shannon Mae, Jill Bell and Hannah Princeton. All were found propped up against small cafés etc." Everyone quickly looked at the pictures and studied the rest of the case in the files recently handed out.

"Also, Seattle PD received a video via email; it seems to be all the murders edited into a twenty minute video." David shook his head and sighed. "Sexual sadist. He wants to keep reliving that moment, over and over." JJ nodded. "Autopsy showed that all victims were also raped." 

"They were all blonde? Is that the only connection?" Emily inquired, flipping through each victims personal profile page. JJ bit her lip and shook her head no, a grim look settling in her eyes. "They were all lovely dedicated mothers."

"Someone don't like their momma." Derek Moore quipped, trying to lighten our solemn mood. Emily let loose a small chuckle, Grace a giggle and even Adam smiled. It was nice to have small jokes around this place, especially going through all these horrible cases.

I smiled to myself, eyes quickly scanning the pages. "Anything standout to you, Reid?" Although I had an eidetic memory and could easily read faster than any one else, it didn't always help. "No, not really." I muttered eyes not leaving the pages.

"We don't know what really is in the video or what it could really hold so Grace, go make a go bag. You will be joining us today. On the plane in fifteen." We quickly dispersed to our offices to grab our stuff. I gathered the scattered pieces of paper and neatly organized them into the folders, then left the conference room and ventured off to my office.

The black duffel we received in the FBI Academy was mostly used as our go bags. The offices that were usually on the field carried them. They held our basic essentials, clothes, hygiene care and other necessities. I grabbed my brown messenger bag, my preferred way to transport my stuff and paperwork. I looped it over my head, grabbed my gun and badge and left the office.

Other agents walked through the halls hurriedly with work on their minds, we managed to share small polite brief smiles. The rest of the walk was silent and isolated. The lights above flickered off for a moment, but as quickly as it faded, it returned. My shoes slapped against the vinyl flooring, eyes wondering about. The walls that divided the offices were littered in photos and certificates of proud agents.

Quickly, I strode over to Derek's office and knocked. Raising my left hand I pulled back the sleeve of my dress shirt, revealing my watch. "Hurry up, Derek. We leave in five minutes." I called. He opened the door, flashed me a friendly grin, then we took off hurriedly towards our jet. One of the perks of working with Feds is that we have our own jets. Private, luxury jets, ready to transport a team in action at a moments notice.

After a hard case, it's nice to sink into one of the cushiony, white leather seats and just relax. I could also ingest some buttery microwave popcorn and crisp red wine, all while reading some good James Patterson. Maybe it's the nicely built wooden tables where I could challenge Emily or Derek to a game of chess or cards. Those times are the best. Nonetheless the private and luxurious jet was just amazing.

"Sorry for the wait, I just had to bring all my babies safely aboard." Grace patted her bright pink zebra patterned, big tote bag filled with her most loved possessions. Laptops, tablets, keyboards and more techno nick-nacks. As soon as she had bustled aboard the door had started to close.

The engine rumbled to life, seven of us gathered around the small table, taking out the case files once again. We adjusted in our seats and proceeded to put away and set up our things. "This guy has claimed five victims within a five-day period; he's on a spree." I stated, running the facts through my head. Grace nodded, hands flying across her newly set up keyboard.

"I've managed to gain access to their credit card accounts and I'm trying to cross reference their activity with one another. So far I've gone back three weeks and nothing shows them to have crossed paths, really. Unless they were somewhere and used a credit card, I can't find them." The blonde reported with a soft sigh.

Derek nodded grimly, eyebrows furrowed together, staring intently at the autopsy reports. "Says here that victim one, three and five were all in early stages of pregnancy. Maybe this guy has something against kids." JJ winced and Hotch frowned. Both have kids and were always disturbed when cases with kids came about.

Truth be told it disturbed everyone. Innocent kids with their childhood ruined, traumatized, and then dead. Only psychotic people can do that to a child.

For a moment no one spoke and then, "Reid?" Everyone's eyes turned to Grace. Her hazel eyes were widened with shock.

"There has been another body found. Gina Turner, twenty-nine years old and mother of two. She was found the same way, eight months pregnant...or was. They found her but not the child. He did a cesarean section on her, killed her, and then what I could only assume, k-kept the baby."

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Thanks to my amazing editor genresavvyly !! And intoinfinity !

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