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"So, five girls reported missing within six weeks. What do we know?" Derek had asked. He sat himself down beside Lucy, causing her to pull her hands into her lap as she flushed with the humiliation of their legs being so close together.
They boarded the plane approximately ten minutes ago and had astonishingly already taken off. Lucy had a deadly fear of flying, but the fact that she got to return home was worth it. Plus, focusing on the case would be sure to make her forget about her fear.
She was clearly the youngest on the plane, and the only one who seemed nervous. She knew the other agents could practically smell her fear, but they were all being so nice and welcoming she was beyond grateful.
Lucy swallowed hard. "We need to figure out similarities. Anything; schools, religion, sports, sexual orientation. We can take a look at weights too. That'll give us some insight as to how strong this guy is." Everyone seemed interested, so she pushed on. "The ages are all so close and the victimology appears the same, so we can assume one person, the same person. In addition, I think we can assume... um well, I think we can assume that all these girls are dead."
"Hey, we don't work that way." Morgan interrupted.
"Yeah, he's right. If there's no indication of a death, we don't assume there's been one." Agent Rossi agreed, but he smiled at Lucy. He seemed thankful that she was trying so hard this quickly into her new job.
"Okay. Then with the assumption that they're alive, we know he can't keep these girls in broad daylight. Maybe not even a normal house for that matter out of the fear of people seeing or, you know, hearing."
"We don't know enough to make a complete profile yet, but we do know that all of these were taken on a Friday." Reid crossed his arms over his chest. "If a man decides to take teenage girls on Friday nights, what does that say about him?"
"He's socially awkward. Probably bad with women his own age. Single. Living alone." Hotchner shook his head. "Probably spent his high school days without parties, sports; things like that." Both Reid and Lucy looked away. "Our kidnapper is smart. It's hard to abduct a teenage girl and not get caught right there. They scream and squirm... It's safe to assume we're dealing with a Male unsub anywhere from twenty to thirty years old. "
"Great." Lucy let out without realizing.
"Something wrong?"
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't realize I said that out loud..." She tugged at her hair. "For New York, though, that's nothing. This ... This may take a while."
Spencer sipped his coffee.
"Well, we don't have much time," JJ spoke up, choosing to ignore Lucy's slip up. "Lucy was right before, there's a huge possibility that they could be dead. Usually within the first twenty-four-hour window of a kidnapping for girls this age is the kill. But with the knowledge that he's socially awkward, I think we can rule out anyone who has a job that includes much social interaction."
A woman on the other side of the plane nodded in agreement and Lucy watched intently. She placed a handful of papers down in front of her and finally offered some intel of her own.
"How would a man even have access to girls like that. Hotch, you mentioned something about it being hard to kidnap a girl, and you're right, but this creep took five girls. He definitely holds some position that gets them to trust him. He probably works with children somehow."
Ried shook his head.
"You know, this is morbid, but fifty-three percent of teenage girls are sexually assaulted. I don't think teenage girls trust too easily. It has to be more than just a job around them." Lucy watched as Ried's eyes dashed over each and every agent sitting on the plane. She squinted as he curled his lips up into a small, awkward smile.
"Okay. When we land, JJ, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, I want you all going to each of the kidnapped girl's homes and getting information from the parents." Lucy noticed how straight he was sitting. His eyes seemed so tired and broken down, she wondered why he bothered with perfect posture anymore. "Lucy," the mention of her name snapped her out of it. "You and Ried can go to the police station and talk to the chief. Tell him this our case now. We have jurisdiction."
"What a minute, Hotch we weren't invited?" Morgan asked.
