"Damn it where is that women. Where would he keep her? We've already checked all of the places he frequented before taking Prentiss..." Hotch's voice dipped off.
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"She was so...alluring. Always hit the right spot when it came down to it. She was always down for anything. It felt like she was used to it however, like it wasn't new. But I honestly didn't care, she was the only one that understood." He kept rambling on about the mystery girl. It gave Prentiss more time that's for sure.
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"I don't care, call her in." Hotch was very angry. The only person that could help him was off. He was of course taking it out on his team. He didn't know how else. As he kept yelling he didn't hear the distant clicking of heels.
"You know counseling is really helpful, especially if you can't control your temper." Gray spoke leaning against the threshold and crossed her arms smirking.
"I bet you know all about that don't you. You are a fucking psychopath, and your parents knew it. They locked you for good reason, and then you got out. Why? WHY?!" Hotch at this point was screaming. She however had no reaction. It was normal to get yelled at for her.
"Aaron you may want to walk with me." She led him to the round room. And gestured for him to sit down with the rest of his team.
"My name is Lilian Gray Ring McDowell. I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital at age 8. Any questions?"
"Why do you know this killer." Reid asked. "He was in a...room with me. We didn't bunk together, but they had a special room, for times." Her voice never showed emotion but it was like she was trying to show emotion through her words. Almost as if she couldn't emit the emotion, like she was trained not to. This was noticed in the room of profilers.
"We escaped. He took me with him where ever he went. He said I was the only one that understood him. I was. I still am."
"Well where is he holding Prentiss?"Derek asked.
"Our old room...." The room went silently when her flat voice stopped talking.
The room started to stir and they made flight plans for the next day.
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Psychopath
FanfikceConcrete rooms with double sided mirrors and cold metal tables. Cameras on all four corners waiting for the moment of confession. A cold hearted, unloved women walks through the door. Adorned in only black clothing, the occasional white, she is kno...
