Psycho (ON HOLD)

|Five|

"Kim Tanner, nine months pregnant, first time mother. Squeaky clean record," Grace read off the screen.

Adam frowned. "There's still something we're missing. How do these couples gain access to the women?" Emily bit her lip, like every other time when she was onto something.

"Grace, go through all the victims medical history. See if any of them went to the same clinic, then cross that with the list of fourteen people." Emily ordered, looking over Grace's shoulder.

"Oh my Emily, you are such a genius! Melody Tyne-Dell works at MeadiView Clinic. They're doctors are all gynaecologists. She is partially deaf, only able to hear sounds, brought up in a bad bad bad family." Her expression, a mix between surprise and sympathy. Emily stood there a proud look on her face.

"Parents, alcoholic, abusive, yadda yadda yadda. Her mom drank alcohol during her pregnancy with Melody, causing birth defects including partial loss of hearing and the loss of being able to reproduce. She married Brennan Dell, he also was removed by social services at age twelve, mom walked out, dad, drug lord. Brennan works at a company that rents out places for people on vacation to stay at. He currently has a house 'rented' to a Shannon Dell, his deceased mother's name. You are one smart cookie Em!" Grace cheered.

Emily nodded, satisfied. "Address." The technical analyst smiled and typed a couple more keys. Mason leaned over to read the progress himself.

He repeated it off to the rest of the team, who were quickly fastening on their FBI vests and putting their preferred guns into the holsters. Emily and JJ, the two female field agents on the BAU team, quickly pulled their hair up into single ponytails.

As they hurried down the hallways, Mason paused and rapidly pounded on the Deputy's office. "We've got an address and names." The man who was partway through a chocolate donut, quickly dropped the messy treat and embarrassedly wiped his mouth. They raced to the black SUV's and hopped in.

Mason jumped into the shotgun seat and yanked out his phone. Before the second ring was heard, Grace picked up. "Yes, my boy genius? Miss me already?"

He grinned at her playfulness. "You're on speaker Gracie. Anyways, can you pull us into a conference call with Derek's car?" She made a happy 'Mmhm' sound and heard another set of ringing. Pretty soon the call was picked up.

"Hey there doll face, what's up?" Grace giggled. Adam drove the car that Mason was in and he kept his foot down on the gas pedal. When the cars came to a four way intersection, Adam's made a sharp left, and Derek's a sharp turn right. Two more cop cars trailed each SUV.

"Conference call, Derek. When you guys get to the townhouse, Derek take the front with Emily, David the back. There's no basement, go upstairs last." Mason ordered, specifically laying out the rules. No one knew the current situation, they had to be extremely careful. Two lives were on the line.

"Alrighty, Mason. I assume you'll do the same to their house?" He questioned in a strained tone. Probably from the adrenaline and race to the rental house.

"Yeah," Adam pulled up into the driveway, gravel crunching under the tires. "We're here. Good luck." Mason wished, ending the call. Everyone leaped out of their seats and slammed the doors.

"JJ, you're with me, Adam take the back. You guys," Mason pointed at two officers and the Deputy, "follow him. You guys come with us." The other two officers nodded. The team of eight loaded their guns and placed their fingers steady on the trigger, ready to press it at a moments notice.

Mason lead the string of law enforcers up the stairs. JJ peeked into the left window and signalled that there was nothing she could see. The red headed officer checked the other window. Again nothing.