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{TRIGGER WARNING: 

This chapter contains mention and description of sexual assault and drug/alcohol abuse.}

"Hey, guys. Look at the patterns on the cornfields. It's all hard turns and zigzags. They had to have been chasing these women,"

Derek Morgan spoke, pointing to the television that was perched up on the jet's wall that was playing bird's eye video footage from above the cornfields that the victims were found in. They had only been in the air for around 30 minutes before Hotch called them all over to debrief. Derek was standing against the wall, holding a cup of coffee, Spencer and Giselle were sat next to each other on the couch, and Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi and JJ were all sat in a group of four at the table across from the couch. 

"Do you think they escaped?"

Spencer spoke up, tying the shoelaces on his converse as he talked.

"Maybe if it was just the one time... but all three?"

Derek spoke again, looking to Spencer for a reasonable answer.

"They let them go so they could chase them again,"

Said Hotch, pitching into conversation. 

"The women probably thought they were being released."

Derek shook his head in disappointment. 

"I'd say we're most likely looking for two dominant alpha male personalities, but we shouldn't rule out one dominant who allows his submissive to have sex with these victims in order to control him." 

Derek said, shifting his weight. 

"Well, it certainly speaks to their arrogance if they're that confident the women won't get away."

Emily said, leaning back in her chair. 

"Prostitutes and strippers usually make easy targets. Maybe they need to up the challenge.The hunt could be what gets them off."

As Rossi spoke, Giselle wanted to vomit. This case was hitting a little too close to home. Without realising, Giselle started to pick at the skin around her finger nails, refusing to break her glance from the tablet in front of her. She didn't want to have a nervous breakdown in front of her team- that would be humiliating. Giselle tried to dig up some of the coping mechanisms she learned in therapy- but they were all failing her at the moment. She was so focused on not breaking down that she didn't realize Spencer scooted slightly closer to her.

 "You okay?"

He whispered quietly into Giselle's ear.

She didn't know how to respond. Should she say yes and fake it? Or should she tell him that she really wasn't okay and that she really needed a friend right now?

"I- uh..."

Giselle's words caught in her throat. She looked around to make sure none of the other team members were eavesdropping. 

"Let's talk about it later, ok?"

Spencer simply nodded and placed a comforting hand on Giselle's knee, making her nervous fidgeting slowly come to a stop. 

"Hernandez and Reid, come with me to the station."

Hotch's voice boomed around the inside of the jet, and the two agents perked up at the sound of their names. They both nodded and looked to each other in relief. Giselle, although relieved that she got to work this case with Spencer, was also worried about him asking questions and breaking her focus.