Your the criminal to my doctor

How it all began

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   Darkness. It was everywhere. Yet I could still hear the quick breaths coming from him, his hands struggling against the ropes that bound him to his chair.

   I started to smile, they always think they can maneuver their way out. How stupid can some be. What do they think the point of the rope is?I let out a slight chuckle as my heels clicked against the cold concrete.

   I could practice hear his heart rate rise as I stalked around him. "Please, I'll give you anything you want! Money! I have more then enough just let me go!" He sobbed, wow he was easy to crack.

   I clicked my tongue, he thinks I can be so easily bought over. As if I can be bought over at all. My hands ghosted over the lights, debating on if I should turn them on and start the grueling process or if I should leave him here to wonder his fate.

    "Do you know why you're here, Mr. Baretly?" He shook his head "no! I've done nothing wrong I swear!" "There's no need to lie Mr. Baretly." The lights turned on with a flicker then a bright orange glow began to illuminate the room.

    It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light and in the time I took in the damage I've already done. Dried blood caked the side of his face where he had been hit. Large bruising had formed around the area of impact already. He no doubt has a concussion.

    I smirked at this, it was nothing he didn't deserve. "I will as you again." My voice range threw out the room, and his eyes met mine. A look of terrier distilled on him. I strutted over to him leaning over putting my hands on the arms of the chair.

   He looked everywhere but me, how typical. To much of a coward to look me in the eyes. "Do you know why you are here. Mr. Baretly." I said sickly, I reach into my bra and pull out my switch blade and flick it open. My eyes shift to the mirroring blade, I always kept it crystal clean.

   His gulping pulled my attention away from my knife. Oh yeah, I'm in the middle of torture. My smile grew wider, making my purely white teeth show. "And I don't take well to liars. I'm only giving you a second chance because you're so devilishly handsome." His eyes never left my knife.

   I signed, I hate it when they play hard to get. "You know, Mr. baretly." I backed a way a bit putting my blade eye level with him. "Can I call you Louis? I'm gonna call you Louis. Where I'm from, when a lady asks you a question you're not suppose to keep her waiting for an answer."

   He still kept quiet, I rolled my eyes and start to walk in circles around him. "Well. I guess that's just a southern hospitality thing." "How do you know my name!" It's always so annoying when they shout. What's the point? Just shut up.

  "Please, Louis. No need to yell. It's simple really." I stopped behind him. Snaking my hands on his shoulders. "I've been watching you," I whispered in a sing song voice in his ear. Icy chills ran down his spine and my touch continued.

   "I was there for everything. I was there for your lunch with Tiffany, I was there for your dinner date with Sharan, never trust a girl who orders her stake rare btw. I was there for your wedding anniversary, I was there when you slammed your wife's wine glass down so hard it shattered all over her when she confronted you about your affairs.

      I was there when you swore you would make things better for her and Katie. I was there when your twelve year old daughter had to stay up with your wife to make sure she didn't fall asleep and kept an ice pack on her head. I was there when you would sneak into Katie's room at night." His pulse started to rise as sweat rolled down his back and hot tears would stream down his face. The venom became more and more apparent in my voice as I spoke. My hands slowly inched their way to his throat.

     My anger raised as I recalled the events. Those silent begs from the preteen for her dad to stop. To go back to his room. To go root in hell. "I was there for all of it." My small hands rapped around his slender neck. His arms pushed back against me from the back of the chair. "And when I finally gathered all I need I knocked on your daughters window, as she lied there broken. Her sobbing never stopped. Not even when I opened the window. You ruined her so much that she didn't care if I was a killer.

     You ruined her so much that she wanted me to kill her!" His legs started shaking against the chair. Begging for air. But he didn't deserve it. "You ruined her so much that she didn't even flinch when I reached out to her. But I offered a way out. Only if she wanted it. Only if she wanted me to stop the pain you put her and her mother threw. The only reason you aren't facing the same fate that you brought upon them is because she asked for your mercy."

    As if on cue, he stopped. I could feel the slow decline of his heart as it stopped. His body went limp in my hands. I backed away from the body and looked down at my hand that just drained the life out of someone.

Quantico, Virginia
BAU headquarters

   "Okay, everyone here?" JJ asked walking into the room. Gideon stood by the coffee pot, slowly mixing the piping hot liquid until all the sugar had dissolved. Morgan, Hotch, Elle, and Spencer sat leaded back in their chair looking over at JJ as she walked in with confidence and authority.

   "This time we're going to Missouri. Hotch," JJ said clicking buttons on the tv remote making multiple pictures of different bodies come onto the screen. They ranged from race, and sex. Somewhat uncommon for a serial killer. Spencer frowned his eyebrows and scooted closer to the table.

   "I'll take it from here." Hotch said buttoning his suit together as he stood and walk up to the front near the tv. "This isn't the work of one killer. This group has been on the radar for a little over a year now." "Wait a year? Why are we just now hearing about this?" Morgan asked, kicking his feet out and nodding towards the tv.

   "Well we haven't had an opportunity to catch them. These guys are meticulous. And worst of all, we haven't got a charge to stick." This causes shook threw out the round table. It's very rare for a family not to press chargers against the killer of a loved one.

   "So you mean," Spencer began "yes. So far all of the families have dropped all charges again this group of unsubs. Not that we've ever got them in custody. The same day the body was discovered the family comes in to drop the charges." The room feel quite, except for Gideon . "How do we not know it's not the families?" "That's what I thought at first. But keeping with what little MO they have there are to many bodies from to many different places at once. It's a team."

   This flabbergasted Spencer. How was this possible? How could a team of killers convince the families not to convict them. It seems impossible. It should be impossible. "We know there are five of them. Jordan Cambridge, Seth Clearwater, Scout Fields, Johnny LaRusso, and Astrid Clearwater." It was Emily's turn to speak.

  "Siblings? This just keeps getting weirder and weirder, how do we know their names?" Hotch nodded towards JJ signaling her to pull up the picture. Is was black and white, but it wasn't old. It was obvious a twenty first century photo. All five of them stood together, leaning on one another, fist shoved in pockets or slinged over ones shoulders.

   "They left this at one of the scenes. It's unclear if it was done intentionally. They signed their names on the back but we don't know if these are just aliases. Their body count is 6 over the past year but personally I think there are more victims. It's unclear if, when, or where they will strike next. Wheels up in an hour."