Federal Love

Chapter 25- Damsel in Distress

"Hello." Hotch answered his phone. "Yeah, we'll be right there- no problem." He said and stood up.

"What is it?" Dave asked.

"A woman that fits the rest of our victims was just reported missing, least seen a few hours before we caught our unsub." Hotch answered. I stood up with the rest of the team and we paid and left to the station. We got there in no time and started working right away. JJ and Morgan started questioning the family and friends about the last time they'd seen here and what she's like. Hotch gave me the most difficult task, dealing with the big man baby. I walked in with his file and the case file. I dropped the files on the table and you could hear the ~smack~. He looked up and smirked at me. I didn't sit down across from him, I stood in front with my arms crossed over my chest and a resting bitch face or also known as RBF. 

"You came back for more of this? I mean, I can't blame you." He said and leaned forward.

"Are you done with your tantrum because I have some questions for you." I stated more than asked as I stared him in the eye.

"You can ask but I'm not sure I'd answer." He said as he sat back with that same smirk. I threw open the case file and pulled out some pictures of the victims, none to give him satisfaction but enough for him to realize that they're dead. 

"We have evidence and reason to believe that you murdered these women in cold blood. We already have a confession from you so there is no need to lie to me. The bigger problem here is that a little birdie told me that there is a little lady missing. Fun fact, she's just your type." I said as I pulled out the picture of her, I didn't show him it though.

"And?" He asked annoyed.

"Where is she? Your house, basement, shed? Where is she Jackson? You can tell me now and we can save so much time." I said.

"Why? You're so pretty, you smell good and your voice is like a melody. I wonder what your screams would sound like." He said with a disgusting smile as he leaned forward.

"Don't cream your pants, you're not getting a second pair. Now tell me where she is." I demanded as I slammed her photo on the table. He stared at me with that same smile and stayed silent. "You're already going to jail. There is no reason to make this so difficult. Just tell me where we can find her." I said as I put my weight on both hands as I leaned on the table to get in his face. He seemed unsettled just a tad bit, he wasn't used to having women be this confident and powerful around him. I put him off guard.

"You're never going to find her alive." He said and shut up after that. 

"Fine, act like a child. Come and tell me when you're done throwing yourself a pity party." I said and gathered up the pictures and files. Just before I walked out the door he spoke up.

"You remind me of my mom." He said. It made me stop and look back at him.

"How?" I asked as I closed the door again. 

"You're so bossy, and forward. It's unattractive and that's why no one loves you." He said with a snarl, this isn't getting me closer to the girl but it's getting him talking. The more he talks the more I know about him.

"How do you figure?" I asked as I sat on the corner of the table.

"If you shut your trap a bit more often then a guy might give you attention. You have a nice body but you talk to much it throws everything off." He said as he looked me up and down.

"Is that all? I just need to shut up?" I asked.

"No, you have an attitude. Any male can sense it and it's unappealing." He said.