Instinct was a powerful thing if you knew how to trust it. Being brave enough to turn around when the hairs on the back of your neck raise up , letting you know that you are being watched. Then the game begins. Predator vs the prey. You may not see them but you can sense the danger that your in like a cat and mouse. Its no mystery people fear what lurks in the dark.
The last time June had felt this was was in New Orleans before she ran. The feeling followed her like a plague. Wherever she looked she never felt safe not even when she was surrounded by friends.
It finally stopped when she moved to DC and started going by June. The feeling of safety was foreign at first but was welcomed none the less.
Until today.
The hairs on the back of her neck raised and a shiver ran down her spine. She was being watched and she knew it. Trusting her instincts had been the main reason she had made it out of new Orleans and she wasn't going to ignore them now.
She could feel it as she walked to work and on the subway. She refused to turn back since it might let them know that she knew. Her best bet was to focus and stay in large crowds. At least until she got to the theater. If she needed to look at something or someone she did it out of the corner or her eye.
Predator vs prey.
It seemed to follow wherever she went just like her shadow. She walked up the steps quickly as if a dog was chasing her heels , eager to get inside and out of sight.
Pressure was not a foreign concept in her line of work. But she had to be careful about how she chooses to react.
Rather that smile and play nice with the rest of the cast like every other day she looked at them as if they were a suspect. Analyzing their every reaction or movement. She was on edge.
Throughout practice and costume changes she could still feel the sense of danger that lingered in the air as if it would consume her whole.
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"Okay crime fighters looks like we got a new case and it is a doosy " Garcia scrunched up her nose in disgust before clicking the remote an image appearing on screen.
"A young brunette Clara Adams , mid twenties was killed in her house just two days ago. Police found signs of forced entry through the bathroom window and the front of the house. The M.E said that she had been tortured and bludgeoned to death" Garcia finished as more imaged appeared on seen. One in particular stood out. The killer had wrote "SEARCHING" in blood on the living room wall above the body.
"Was there any signs of sexual assault" Prentiss asked looking up from her tablet screen.
"Yes" Garcia answered. "It looks like she was kept hostage in her house for days before she was killed. But no DNA evidence was found".
" Why is this ours" Morgan asked the table in confusion. "This is only one kill its not serial".
" That's what local PD thought before one of their deputies thought it was familiar and ran it through the database " Hotch explained.
"Let me guess. It got a hit" Prentiss sassed leaning back in her chair.
"Twenty in the span of the last ten years" Garcia answered , shocking them all.
"How did it go undetected for this long" Rossi asked looking like a headless chicken.
"He's been crossing state lines" hotch answered. "Makes it harder to connect them together. What do you think Reid" hotch asked. Noticing how quiet the genius was being.
"Reid" Morgan said shaking him from his own mind. "Any ideas".
" He kills periodically " Reid said looking down at the file in his hand. "Its like he's trying to remember something. He always kills within a month of each other. Precisely two kills a year and never any mistakes".
" So he's organized , plans ahead all year and waits to strike" Derek said backing up Reid theory. "Question is what's he trying to commemorate".
" Whatever it is we'll talk on the plane" hotch said standing up alerting them that the meeting was over.
"Wheels up in twenty"
They all left the room one by one. Derek pulled Emily back by her arm before she could leave.
"Notice anything about victimology " Derek asked looking behind her to make sure they weren't being hear.
Both profilers both turned their heads in sync to look at the screen where pictures of small , petite , brunette women with green eyes were staring back at him.
"Do you think Spencer knows" emily asked looking over at his desk from the window.
"How could he not know".
" they look like June"
