Psychopath

Her needs

"Garcia, we need to know where a man named Sherman Alanzo lives." Derek spoke through the phone.

"Sherman Alanzo....," She typed up trying to  what was asked," Sorry I got nothing, seems to come up about him...are we sure this man even exists?"

"Well, thank you baby girl." Derek spoke.

Gray got up and looked over the shoulder of Garcia, not to close but not far enough away that she didn't have a clear view of the screen. She wanted to speak but really needed to just observe how they worked. So she did, she sat and watched as they caught "Sherman Alanzo" his real name was Peter Edman. 

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Time had not passed by long enough for them to realize that she was a vital source of information to each and every assignment. However, that wasn't really her fault. She wasn't going to pass boundaries and reveal herself more than she already had. Not that there was much to reveal.

"Well, im the Unsub, where do I keep my secret lair if I know the police are going to find it?" Derek was speaking to himself like every case he has ever been on.

Gray looked up from her paper work in the four walled brick room, "Honestly, I wouldn't keep it in my house. Maybe if I really wanted them to find me I might leave clues. But it wouldn't per say, be in my 'home'," she lived her hands in the air to show quotation marks over the word home.

"Wait-what do you mean by that ring?"

"Well why risk getting caught by my coworkers if they come over for dinner. I need to make myself look as inconspicuous as possible, so I have a home for show and a home that I truly live in."

"Thats it!" He called Garcia asking for her to see if he had any other places he had bought our pays rent for.

Again her help was needed and used.

"I need to know who did this because they clearly aren't adequate if they get caught by your local PD." Hotch spoke to a suspect, their faced swiveled from anger to pleasure.

"I don't know what you mean? They defiantly can't do anything right if they were caught by the detectives I know." The suspect hid the true emotions, for the insults delivered by Hotch. No one truly knew how to uncover feelings like she did. So Gray walked in and tapped Hotch on the shoulder to let him know she was there.

The suspect's eyes placed at the dark clad women, and flicked quickly back to the burly man that was interviewing him. "Agent Ring sit next to me."

"I would honestly prefer to stand." Her voice came out lower than the suspect had expected, she watched his face turn from shock to normal very quickly, so she knew he would break.

"My name is Ring, call me Ring and nothing else. I am not your average detective." She walked around him and cooly breathed on his neck,"Hmmm, no arousal. I would say he was probably a child when he was raped by someone his mother had pay too. I wouldn't be surprised if he only derives pain from others pain, because of the rapists he witnessed getting off to him being in pain. However, there were goosebumps that rose on his neck. That could mean two things, one, I have cold breath, or two, he is on edge because he wants to get out of here."

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Hotch wasn't going to let his guard slip, but he now knew why she was an imfoamous tale in the FBI. But he also knew, with all the knowledge there had to be some baggage that came along with that.