Enjoying Your Company //

chapter thirty eight

Spencer's POV:

Before anyone could speak Garcia rang.

"Hello, everyone there? yes? Good, so news on Jessie Westin. Turns out she is one, sad, puppy. Her father, Derrek was the unfortunate super abusive alcoholic type but only lashed out on Jessie while her younger sister, Dana was spared everything. Poor Jessie was even left to tend to her fathers heart condition alone through all those years of constant abuse. Even during Derrek's last surgery when he died on the table, he left everything he owned to Dana, who wasn't even at the hospital when he passed."

"What hospital was he admitted too?" Hotch's stone voice arose over the sea of Garcia's.

"Good Samaritan Clinic at St.Joseph's/Candler in Garden City, Georgia."

"Babygirl, can you give us a picture of Dana?"

"Coming up." Everyone's iPads went off with a ring of notifications.

"Looks an awful lot like these girls." Morgan noted, I leaned over JJ's iPad, Vanessa gathered behind me to get a look herself. Light blonde hair, medium length, same facial shape and eyebrow bones, even the same eye color and body shape.

"What was the date of her father passing?" Hotch inquired.

"August 29th, 1982." She said the year a little slower.

"Two months before the kidnapping of three year old Skyler Massey." I said, hearing an exhale.

"Let's give the profile." Hotch stood. My team gathered in the police department, delivering the profile.

"We're looking for Jessie Westin." Prentiss held up a photo of her as Hotch continued. "42 year old white female from Garden City, Georgia. Red hair, green eyes, 5'6, with a scar on the left side of her neck. "

"She endured countless years of physical abuse from her father including the identifiable scar on her face. We believed this started her descent into a psychotic jealousy torn toward her younger sister, who was spared any of their fathers abuse." I cleared my throat stepping forward a little bit.

"If she's doing this out of jealousy, could she be trying to reconcile with her father's abuse somehow, wishing for the life her sister had."

"Jessie worked for Camp Chester in 1979 until 1984 as a daycare monitor before being fired for inappropriate behavior with some of the female children." Prentiss added, Morgan took the reins.

"We believe she's responsible for the kidnappings of four different three year olds throughout a two year span from 1979 to 1986." Rossi deduced.

"Jessie is returning to her previous targets, tying them up, duct taping their mouths and injecting them with Warfarin causing an extreme brain hemorrhaging. She then sexually assaults the victims and dumps them in nature centered areas." I spoke tapping my fingers under my jaw.

"She's meticulous, organized, and armed with lethal doses of Warfarin." Prentiss warned.

"Do not approach her if you see her, simply call it in. We believe she's delusional, and mission oriented. Thank you." Hotch uttered dismissing the local PD.

I watched Vanessa return, crossing to the conference room with a confident glimmer in her eye, achieving the attention of the team.

"I found pollen on all three girls," She bounced a little. "Specifically, pollen trapped in their hair. More specifically, spores from a Rosa Laevigata, a-"

"Cherokee Rose." I inadvertently cut her off, she turned to me with the biggest smile.

"Yes." Her voice like velvet, fluttering my chest. "Exactly-" Prentiss spoke, bursting our bubble, keeping Nessa on track.