The Mission

Nine

"What are you talking about."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"He wasn't depressed. I know for a fact that he wasn't. We were literally talking about going to Florida at his family beach house for the summer." Y/N felt her heart at the pit of her stomach. She couldn't feel her legs or the rest of her body.

"He didn't kill himself. He.. he was murdered." Spencer closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He never knew how to comfort someone of their loss. That wasn't his job back at his work, that was what JJ did, because she was affectionate and incredibly skilled with human contact, something that he lacked of. He wished that his team was here to comfort her, and he felt uneasy in this situation.

"Who killed him. Tell me. Let me kill that son of a bitch." Y/N's eyes became dangerously red and she started to scream, uncontrallable anger coming upon her. She wanted someone to take responsibility for this, so she could punish them for a lifetime. "Spence. Tell me please."

Spencer began to open his mouth to give some information and then the door opened, with Derek Morgan and a black haired woman rushing in behind him.

"The MO matches. It's definitely him, although this kill was slightly different." The black haired woman with a stern face announced, not even realizing that Y/N was in the room.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Derek asked, clearly worried about her. He knew from background research that Anderson and Y/N were close from birth, as their mothers had been inseparable since elementary school. Y/N was clutching her heart, and she felt like another anxiety attack was going to happen. "Could you please tell me what in the fucking hell happened to my best friend."

The black haired woman opened her mouth to speak.

"This is going to be very difficult for you to hear Y/N. But let me explain. Grant was killed in the bathtub from drowning. And there were about 40 lacerations presumably done premortem by a small pocket knife all over the torso, a depiction of overkill. So it told us there might be a personal connection between the unsub and Grant Anderson. Also, he was found wrapped in a shower curtain in the tub, which shows some degree of remorse, and that is extremely peculiar because it contradicts the fact that there was a psychotic rage unleashed on him with the knife beforehand."

Y/N didn't know what to say. "And who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Emily Prentiss. I work undercover at your high school as the new secretary for Principal Gideon. But really, I work for the FBI. We are not supposed to tell you this, but I figured that you already know about Spencer and Derek here, so I guess why not tell you."

"This is about the Bathtub Killer, isn't it?" Y/N had known about this killer, as rumors about him had been circulating the neighborhood. About seven people had died so far, all teenage girls. She was definitely scared about this killer, but four weeks had passed and there was no murders, so she chose to take her mind off of the issue. Until now. She never thought this would happen to her best friend.

"We're afraid so. But the fact that the gender of his victim changed, it appears that there is probably a particular reason to why that is. We'll update you on the case as much as we can, and you will be able to see him tomorrow. But you should get some rest now." Emily gave Y/N a warm hug. It was so comforting, and Y/N whispered her gratitude to her ear. She liked this Emily girl already.

...

"Get some sleep Y/N."

"No. Maybe you could tell me more about yourself so I could take my mind off of Grant."

"Fine. I'm Spencer. I'm a Supervisory Special Agent with the BAU. I basically work for the FBI. Just like Emily, Derek, Luke, JJ, and Penelope. We're on a special assignment here to catch the Bathtub Killer. I was born here, in Las Vegas. This is my childhood home that I recently bought so I could spend some time here again. I just turned 33 years old not so long ago. What else do you want to know now?"