The Princess' Revenge

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Meanwhile, JJ and Reid were staring dumbfounded at the body, Jayne looked at the body then them and quipped. "Oh good you see it too, thought I was going nuts, seeing things." Emily walked in pulling on her gloves, "What do we have..." She trailed off when she saw the body on the floor. JJ's hand slowly made its way to her mouth shocked at the scene in front of her, her rings glinting in the light. Everyone stood in various spots around the living room, so they could survey the entire scene before them. The corpse was lying beside the ripped up floor board, the once what cloth was now black with blood. The heart was curled up, dried clots of blood stuck to it. The black hair of the victim was spread out, blood was dried into the locks. The pools of blood once brilliant red were now browning rust on the floor. JJ and Reid turned to stare at Emily noting the similarities between the two. Jayne looked over to Emily, "Sorry to call you back in, but when we saw all this, we knew we needed to call you." Emily nodded, took a moment to compose herself, as did the others. "Do we have a name?" Jayne consulted her notes, "Names, Evangeline Shelby. Twenty. Student nurse. Lives alone. No priors, or any brushes with the law." Rossi and Matt walked in at this, Rossi slightly behind Matt reading his notes out loud when Jayne had paused. "Nobody heard anything, according to her upstairs neighbour she had guests over but couldn't tell how many, downstairs says one was a woman, she could tell by the heels on the hardwood...floor." Rossi had walked into Matt who had stopped at the sight of his unit chief's lookalike dead. Rossi looked over, "This is different, and our copycat is defiantly taunting us." Jayne turned at the phrase, her brows furrowed. "Copycat?" Her voice had an unsure lilt to it. "We've seen something similar." Reid exhaled heavily, "In that case the victims were brunettes with brown eyes." Jayne looked at the group, "Victims?" Every member present nodded, "Four. Same gender, male." Emily steadied her breathing.

"So, the doorman says...whoa..." Luke entered with Tara who walked into him as he stopped abruptly. They observed the victim, and the scene before being quickly caught up with the pervious discussion. "You had something?" Matt asked Luke, "huh?" was Luke's eloquent reply. Tara gave him a look of derision before answering. "The doorman let us know that visitors have to sign in, this is for their safety protocols. There are two people who signed in last night..." She consulted her notes. "Mr. and Mrs. Azrael." She looked up at the confused gathering acknowledging the names were probably fake. "Azrael was one of the names for the Angel of Death." Reid informed them. Rossi flipped through his notebook, scribbled something before looking up at the group. "Angels of Death is usually another name for an Angel of Mercy killer. What if those murders were to get our attention and get us here? What if this is what they really wanted us here for?" Reid looked over at the team. "What if the murders at the hospital were to get us not just here but...comfortable, seems the wrong word, but I don't know, thinking that it was a relatively safe case and this was to throw us off completely in every way not just emotionally, like this one will?" Emily looked confused, as did the rest of the team at Reid's rambling. "This wouldn't have got you here?" Jayne asked. JJ turned to the Lieutenant, "Probably not, we would have consulted if it had gotten worse we would have come. We do need to be invited in. Mostly likely, if there had been a more serious case with a faster cooling off period we would have taken that one. But based on the evidence we have here, and the possible personal connection we would have come, if we had been invited in." Jayne nodded. "We would have invited you in, this case is way beyond anything we've dealt with before." The team nodded, and began to head out so that CSU could do their jobs, they left for the police station.

As Luke looked out the window as Rossi started the SUV, he caught sight of a dark haired woman with what appeared to be red jewels in her hair as they reflected in the light as she walked away from him. Her white dress with poppies scattered over it swayed in the light breeze and followed her graceful movements. The familiar nagging feeling he had had throughout the pervious case since his visit to the hospital came back with a stronger twist in his gut. The car started when the young woman was out of sight, Reid had caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye as he began to review the file, and the same feeling niggled at him. Reid's fingers twitched and Luke's furrowed brow etched deeper into his skin.

With flowers in her hair,

Wrapped around her locks,

Her hair was always fill of life,

But Death seemed to follow her,

For they fall in her wake.