Flawless ➝ Criminal Minds ✓

*Profiling a Killer*

*Profiling a Killer*

(Amelia's P.O.V)

"Okay, so our Unsub is a male, probably in his late twenties to early thirties; about five foot eight," Prentiss began as the other officers and detectives of the Precinct settled into the conference room.

Reid kept glancing at me with a new kind of respect since my previous comment, and I found myself losing my concentration of the matter at hand, and focusing more on his adorable smile.

"He drives a black van with no number plate, and usually wears dark clothes with a black hood to hide his features," Prentiss continued, glancing at Morgan to proceed.

"He takes an interest in a certain type of woman; blonde hair, petite features. He abducts them all from Benson's shopping mall, so we can assume he either works there, or spends most of his time there."

A ripple of murmurs passed through the assembled officers. "He's a sadistic killer," I spoke up, drawing their attention back to us. "He takes pleasure in knowing his victims are helpless; he likes to be dominant and in control. That's why he uses the drug to paralyse them, but not knock them out."

"How can you obtain this drug?" Someone called out. My eyes scanned the room, coming to land on Detective Burchet.

Reid spoke first, glancing at me fleetingly before doing so. "This type of drug is used in medical practises; it can be obtained by someone who perhaps used to work in a hospital."

Then something smacked through my thoughts and I perked up. "Is there a pharmacy in the shopping mall?"

The others glanced at me skeptically, then with eagerness. Reid looked almost proud. "Yes, there is!"

The rest of the team nodded, making a note to check on that later, and Hotch continued with the profile. "He dumps his victims in public places; he's showing off that he can take risks and not get caught. It makes him feel powerful. And he dresses them up as he does because he wants to put on a show for himself. This means he most likely visits the scene after he's dumped them there."

"And this guy keeps trophies," I started again. "He takes the make-up from the victims bags and uses it to doll them up. And then he keeps them, as a reminder of what he's done, so he can keep re-living the moment. The dresses he buys are all of similar design; we think he buys them from the same place, and we're looking into that."

Hotch nodded and straightened up. "Okay, that's all. Thank you for listening; you may return to your duties," he finished.

The other detectives and officers nodded and left for their assembled positions. Reid traipsed slowly up to me.

"How're you liking it in the BAU?" He asked casually, flicking through a random file.

I held back a question and nodded slowly. "Uh, very much, actually."

"Good. You're a pretty good profiler." I felt a blush creep up my neck, but he merely smiled and deposited the file back on the table. "Right, I think it's time to get that suspect list."

I nodded and followed the others to the conference room. Morgan put Garcia on speakerphone. "Okay, baby girl, I need you to drag up an employment list for the pharmacies in Benson's shipping mall."

Garcia cleared her throat on the other end of the phone before speaking. "I'll get right on it."

"Thanks, Garcia."

"Good job, Shields," Hotch nodded to me as I took a place in the seat beside him. I nodded formally in return, but I was ecstatic with all the praise given.

"We still haven't figured out how he gets the victims into the areas. He'd have to carry the dead body around the building," Morgan sighed, picking aimlessly at his empty coffee cup.

I shrugged and stood up. "Anyone want coffee?"

Four nods.

Reid abruptly stood too. "I'll help."

I shrugged again and left the room with Spencer. "Thanks," I murmured, keeping my eyes straight as Joanna passed us.

"Uh, Spencer!" She called in her sickly voice, turning us around.

"That's Dr. Reid to you," I mumbled under my breath, and I caught Reid chuckle at my comment.

"Hmm?"

"Have you seen the news lately?"

He glanced at me and shook his head. Joanna picked up a remote and switched the television on; a news channel instantly came up, with the report about something called the 'Flawless Killer."

Reid growled in annoyance. "Damn it. They've given him a name."

"Is that bad?" Joanna asked innocently.

I nodded in frustration. "It means he could change his MO; he might kill them quicker or keep them for longer. He's probably on the hunt again right now."

Without hesitation, Reid and I turned and fled back to the conference room.

Hotch looked at us gravely. "They've found another body."