New Hope

Chapter Ten

now at s5ep7 - the performer

Okay here it is!! Since it's October/spooky month I've really played up the spooks, including the music choices for this month Hope ya'll enjoy.

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Plane
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~In all the darkest pages of the malign supernatural, there is no more terrible tradition than that of the vampire. A pariah even among demons. ~

~Writer, Montague Summers~

The team had been briefed on a serial homicide case in Los Angeles. Young women being killed and dumped on the side of freeways. Drained for their blood through two holes on there neck, covered with traces of saliva. Vampire serial killer, in LA that's an actual case the BAU has taken on. Six hour plane ride from coastal city of politics to coastal city of fame.

The subtle hum of engines encased the profiling team.

Popping bubbles of an old coffee pot

JJ's blackberry buzzing

Shuffling papers

The rummaging of Zoraida shorting through her duffel.
Crouched in the middle of the isle at the back of the plane. She's the only one not staring at a case file besides Morgan, who stood next to her at the coffee pot. 

Dull shuffling from card stock of manila folders

Murming voices

Clacking computer keys

Tapping dress shoes

Crinkling, plastic water bottles

She observed the team out of her peripheral as JJ hung up. Spencer sat to her right, cross legged on a couch, his arm across the back of the open seat, file on his lap. He looked good in that sweater vest of his. If Morgan hadn't already claimed the seat earlier Zoraida was going to plop down on that seat so fast. The temptation to curl into the young doctor's side a painfully difficult opportunity to pass up. He always appeared so warm, and comforting, and accepting.

Spencer Reid brought out a feeling in Zoraida she had forgotten about herself. Loneliness. His innocent, childlike smile made her want to smile more. His cozy attire made her wonder when the last time she curled up on a rain day to just relax with a friend was. The love in his interactions with the rest of the team made her long for a hug. Made her wonder when the last time she wanted a hug was, she truly couldn't recall.

With the corner of her vision she observed the young doctor, the man who made her wish she had friends. His long legs, stretched across the isle were still too cramped. He had to rest his foot against the base of JJ's seat across from him. Bright green socks with fun little designs showing from his crossed leg made Zoraida want to smile.

JJ sat at the family style table with Hotchner across from her. Window seats were occupied by Rossi next to her and Prentiss beside Hotchner.

The blonde set her phone down, looking around at the team. "So they've already set up a task force in Los Angeles."

Morgan brushed past Zoraida to sit beside Reid.

Rossi "This isn't their first serial case."

JJ "You remember Detective Owen Kim?"