Psycho (ON HOLD)

||Nine||

The smell of coffee hit me before I even saw it. I smiled to myself, remembering the last time I worked in Cleveland. Our coffee came every day, free of charge, and it wasn't crappy police coffee. It was good quality beans, brewed to something close to perfection.

I strode into the room, finding Grace videoing in via laptop and the rest of my team sitting around the room. Adam and JJ were at the drawing board, pinning up new pictures and new links of information. The basic things were already taped up, pictures and information of the victims and the crimes. Parts of the profile were already up, waiting to be joined with the rest of the unknown pieces of the puzzle.

"There's been another killing. This time a girl, same as our first victim. Pattern? Maybe it's just the right victim of opportunity." JJ reported, hanging up a new picture.

I squinted, moving towards the board for another look at the newest casualty. "Hannah Bryce, had blonde hair too. This is not just a coincidence, he's targeting specific people. If he is following a pattern, our UnSub hasn't worked up the courage to acknowledge his real targets."

David nodded, picking up my memo. "That's what I thought. Grace, look for other red haired male students at Cleveland State. That student will be our UnSub's next target. We need to get to him before he does."

"After look at all brown haired men who live off campus and go to Cleveland Institute of Music." Emily added, twirling a pen in her fingers.

"Alrighty people! I'll have that done ASAP! Call ya when I'm done." Grace avowed with a nod. The video screen shut off, the screen immediately turning black. I picked up the files of the last three victims, stuffing them into my satchel. 

"Everyone, get some rest back at the hotel. No leads yet, Special Agent Wicker or I will call incase of anything." I told the team, harnessing my gun to my holster and shouldering my bag. They nodded, gathering their things up too. A good twelve hours of work, enough to tire me out.

I bid goodbye to my colleagues, heading out the glass front doors of the Cleveland FBI building. The city lights were a gorgeous view, twinkling near and far like the stars in the sky. I glanced up at the night sky, only seeing a couple stars, sighing. The pollution we have caused have thinned the ozone layer, and ultimately letting global warming slowly creep up on us. One day when total destruction has finally hit, only then will the human race realize what we have done. 

Even if we tried, we wouldn't be able to change our ways, we are too use to our ways already. Humanity is doomed, we already created our predestined fate. No matter how hard we'll try, something will always set us back.

I blinked my eyes a couple times, clearing my hazy thoughts and looking at where I was at this point of time. The team and I had came to Cleveland before, and with my eidetic memory I had already memorized all the streets around Ohio, even the smallest alleys were noted of. I stood like an ant, staring up at the enormous building in front of me. I tilted my head ever so slightly up to the building top, taking in the nice view.

I smiled happily, starting an ambulatory trail towards the lobby. 

"Hello sir, how may I help you tonight?" The host asked politely. I nodded, quickly going through the agonizingly long process of signing into a hotel room. Once the key card was in my hand, I bounded off to my room. I focused on my sole mission, to get to my room and fall into a peaceful sleep. Through my sniper training I was taught to block out everything, and pretend to clear everything in my brain. Only focus on one thing and that thing alone until that mission was completed.

As soon as I entered the room, I locked the door shut and dropped my stuff down on the nearest table. I yanked out the case files and began to read, hoping I would be able to pick something up. It was less than five minutes by the time I had finish all 300 pages of information and now a small throb had started in my head. I quickly texted Grace, telling her to simply text me instead of call when she got the information. I popped in a couple advils, gulped down some water and went to bed, praying the ache would go away.