Hawaii Gone Haywire

The Beginning

Chapter 1
Penelope's POV:

As I walk into the BAU I see Morgan walking towards the roundtable.
"Good morning baby girl."
"I'll show you a good morning hot stuff." I reply.
"That's what I like to hear." He says grinning.
We walk in and Hotch is already sitting in his usual seat.
"I never see him switch up chairs," I whisper to Derek, "everyone else will move around but not Hotch."
"Classic Alfa Male behavior," Derek says, giving his profile, "even the smallest things that he does shows that he is the boss."
"He doesn't blink either," I say glancing at Hotch, "and he always sits in the same seat on the plane."
"I think it's funny, he doesn't even really realize what he's doing. He just does it." Derek says smiling.
As the rest of the team files in, Hotch preps me and I take over.
"Okay, three women have been killed within the last three weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Natasha Wilson, a prostitute, Sarah Travis, a part time waitress at a small diner, and Jennie Monite, a high powered lawyer. All of them had multipule bruises on their arms, legs, and stomaches antemortem, then their throats were slashed with a pocket knife."
"He crosses racial lines, and goes from prostitute, waitress, all of the way to a lawyer, he's escalating quickly." Reid says staring at the screen.
"That makes him dangerous and he will probably kill again soon." Prentiss says.
"Which is why we have to catch him, Garcia you will be coming to Honolulu with us considering we will have to cross an ocean." Hotch says with a slight upward curve of his top lip. "Wheels up in 30."
"Aaron Hotchner, did you just try to make a joke?" I ask incredulously.
He gives me a glare, along with a slight smile again. I give him a huge grin and go get my go-bags.Chapter 1
Penelope's POV
As I walk into the BAU I see Morgan walking towards the roundtable.
"Good morning baby girl."
"I'll show you a good morning hot stuff." I reply.
"That's what I like to hear." He says grinning.
We walk in and Hotch is already sitting in his usual seat.
"I never see him switch up chairs," I whisper to Derek, "everyone else will move around but not Hotch."
"Classic Alfa Male behavior," Derek says, giving his profile, "even the smallest things that he does shows that he is the boss."
"He doesn't blink either," I say glancing at Hotch, "and he always sits in the same seat on the plane."
"I think it's funny, he doesn't even really realize what he's doing. He just does it." Derek says smiling.
As the rest of the team files in, Hotch preps me and I take over.
"Okay, three women have been killed within the last three weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Natasha Wilson, a prostitute, Sarah Travis, a part time waitress at a small diner, and Jennie Monite, a high powered lawyer. All of them had multipule bruises on their arms, legs, and stomaches antemortem, then their throats were slashed with a pocket knife."
"He crosses racial lines, and goes from prostitute, waitress, all of the way to a lawyer, he's escalating quickly." Reid says staring at the screen.
"That makes him dangerous and he will probably kill again soon." Prentiss says.
"Which is why we have to catch him, Garcia you will be coming to Honolulu with us considering we will have to cross an ocean." Hotch says with a slight upward curve of his top lip. "Wheels up in 30."
"Aaron Hotchner, did you just try to make a joke?" I ask incredulously.
He gives me a glare, along with a slight smile again. I give him a huge grin and go get my go-bags.