Psycho (ON HOLD)

|Fourteen|

"Sixteen year old Michaela Irvine was found this morning on 1211 West Place, Anaheim. She was found in the parking lot by a couple of tourists. Also last night seventeen year old Daniel Laws was found at 1236 South Walnut Street. Jessica Pane a sixteen year old found yesterday morning and Ford Titigan found two nights ago. All were found brutally stabbed seven times exactly in the abdomen and discovered in well known parking lots." Grace reported, bringing up pictures onto the big screen.

JJ frowns, flipping through the case file presented to her. "Aren't those like parking lots near Disneyland?"

"Yeah, unfortunately." I mutter, examining the crime scene photos the FBI Tech Team took. At least ten photos of the lifeless victim alone. An additional, thirty or so more for the captured moments of the surrounding areas. JJ groans, closing her file with a quick small slam.

"Remind me to never bring my kids there." Derek snorts in laughter. I manage a small smile, beginning to quickly scrutinize Anaheim P.D. and Medical Examiner notes.

The wounds seem to have been deeper on the left side, but the right side lacerations seem to be more...accurate. Left side looked shaky, as if the killer was more comfortable with his right sides. However there was more force on the left side. So what if the killer was ambidextrous? Or maybe he's cross dominant.

"I believe our killer is cross dominant with his hands, or possibly even ambidextrous. This might even be a vital part of his ritual. The lacerations on the left side seem to be deeper but less accurate. From the right side, the M.E. noted that's where the first wounds were created, the UnSub appeared to know what he was doing and he hit vital organs." I announce, gently shutting my case file.

"The left side wounds were just..inaccurate. I think maybe something happened to our UnSub's dominant right hand, causing him to have less power and less energy in his right arm." I continue, writing my notes down on my notepad.

The team takes this all into consideration, scanning over the coroner's reports.

"Well thank you, resident genius. Now I'd really hate to shoo you all away, because I love you and all, however your plane is destined to leave in about," Grace quickly averts her eyes down to her watch, an Apple Watch to be exact. "Thirty minutes."

I smile graciously at my friend, gathering up my paperwork. "Good. Thank you, Grace." Everyone began to clean up their things, preparing to grab their Go Bags.

I gently set my sleek, slender laptop into my leather satchel. I place it in a separate section then all the paper, not wanting to risk scratching my device. Derek pats my back, ushering me along to mosey over to our offices, sort of a gesture for us to speak somewhere more private.

"Hey man, you all good?" Derek asks, stepping into my office. I frown, opening up the cabinet on the storage spaces installed across from my desk.

My office is fairly large, a nice window for natural lighting, grey white walls and darker shade of grey firm carpet. The decor consists of a birch and steel desk, a matching birch wall shelf and cabinets. The two storage options connected by bookcases running down the sides. It resembles an Ikea TV stand to me. All that is situated behind me, the organizer across from my desk, having six cabinets, also birch.

I pull out my go bag, laying it atop my desk. "Yeah, why?"

He shakes his head, no, standing still at my doorway. "Just with all the stress, and Emily, plus this being your first case back and all...I just wanted to make sure you're all good mentally."

"Mmhm, I'm fine." I answer honestly, I visit Emily every other day to check up on her. I would connect with her family and just attempt to pry myself away. I would have to eventually.