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The Journey to Love: Seaching For A Soulmate	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own the song. Lyrics to "Disturbia" sung by Rihanna.
A/N: Be prepared, this chapter will be a long one. I don’t know a lot about rituals and things like that so if any of this seems extremely out of place and weird, please tell me. This is new ground for me. I acquired the Fanfic 100 list (from Fanfiction.com) and I’m trying to incorporate some of them into my works.
Chapter 6: The hunt continues..
Part I Fanfic 100 #41 Teamwork
Your mind is in disturbia
Its like the darkness in the light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain’t used to what you like, Disturbia, Disturbia
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
The sound of Rihanna’s voice filled the room. Sheldon’s arm reached out for his cell phone on the nightstand so he could turn it off. Alarm going off too early, he thought. Then he remembered he was sharing a bathroom with three women. He rose quickly to partake of the quiet time; in an hour, it wouldn’t be that way. After finishing, he booted up his computer to take a fresh look at the crime scene pictures. He wanted to make some more notes before he presented it to the team and the local authorities. An hour later, he could hear water running in the bathroom, just as he predicted.
He was deciding what to wear. After all, he didn’t know what was in store for him today. He decided tennis shoes for comfort, jeans for comfort (and for his gun and credentials) and a long sleeved button down shirt over his undershirt (long sleeves for the weather) and his favorite cologne. Ok, so the cologne was for Derek. He made sure he had everything he needed- laptop, cords, kit, flash drives, iPod for down times and snacks- before he went off in the search for coffee. He ended up at the diner from the night before and decided to order breakfast, as he couldn’t see any of the other team members around. The quiet before the storm, he thought.
Reid came into the diner in search of coffee as well. Sheldon was amazed at the amount of sugar he put in it and no breakfast to follow. He remembered the days when it seemed his body ran on caffeine and sugar, his residency for sure. He crashed so much and was so tired. He was glad he managed to get out of that habit quickly. They managed to talk a little about the case before the others soon came in, mostly for coffee. The chief met them there and asked Sheldon if eight gallons of integriswab would be enough. He hoped it would.
They headed back to the station. Garcia immediately began setting up her equipment. Chief Grant showed them the only reports they had ready at the time, mostly preliminary autopsies. Nothing from missing persons yet. They had the club’s party book. There were no other parties scheduled for that night, which was rare for this place. The private party was scheduled by a Miles Wheatly. However, a run of his name, number and e-mail address associated with the deposit and payment (both paid in cash) came up fake. The club owner and the appointment taker were sitting down with a police sketch artist to see if they remembered what he looked like. So far, the team was dealing with a young, white male between the ages of eighteen and thirty. He was about six feet tall, 150 pounds. He had a baritone voice, but Lisa the appointment taker, said he spoke softly as if he was afraid to talk. He seemed shy and nervous, hands somewhat shaky and he didn’t stand up straight, his shoulders were rounded. His hair was brown in a soup bowl haircut, but it was low on his forehead and below his ears. He wore jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes and an old army jacket each time. She couldn’t be sure if it was the same shirt. He wore an army cap, pulled down on his head, which made it hard to see his eyes. He had a thin moustache, no beard. Ted the owner remembered he had a mole on the left cheek, near his ear.
“From his appearance, I doubt he’s the unsub.” Em said. Reid agreed.
“He’s too unsure of himself. And as nervous and shy as he sounds, I doubt he was even in the room when everything happened. Is it possible to fingerprint the contract he signed? Even if the name was fake, maybe he left a print behind.” Reid asked.
“Sure.” Asst. Chief Glass handed the contract to Sheldon. He took his finger print dust and lightly dusted it. He was able to get a few prints around the signatures, of course they would have to eliminate Lisa and Ted first. Sheldon then took the finger print scanner and scanned them into the system. It kicked them out because he forgot to run a national search; the scanner was still set on NY. He reset it and let it search as they listened to the autopsy results from the ME, Dr. Ivy. She started the slides.
“The main cause of death for all nine victims was exsanguination, they bled to death. A broad, sharp cutting object caused death; at first glance, it looks like an ax. Since their bodies are still mostly whole it’s hard to determine that anything else could have been used. The spines were not touched, organs were barely touched either. Each person was cut like, oh…what’s the word?” She paused.
“Like butter flying a piece of meat.” Sheldon replied, as he looked closer at the picture. “The ax was so sharp that they used it as a knife and butter flied the body. They didn’t have to hack the body. Chief Grant that’s why it seems like they were given mercy. It was a smooth slicing, not a hacking.”
“Could it have been a chef’s knife?” Hotch asked
“I don’t think so.” Dr. Ivy stated
“Neither do I. The blade is too thick,” and he pointed it out on the picture.
“So we’re in Washington State. Who would use an ax this sharp?” Asst. Glass asked.
“Lumberjack, firefighter. Maybe someone who makes them and/or sharpens them.” Derek replied.
“Landscapers, cabin builders, boat makers. Some roofers use them. There are plenty of rituals around the world that use axes, some Native Americans in this area as well.” Reid continued then paused. “Garcia, when you get your systems up and running can you start a search for jobs and places in the areas that use or sell axes?” She nodded, making notes. “We’ll probably end up expanding it to Seattle and Lakewood.”
“So if the nine were butter flied, what about the other possible five?” Chief Grant asked.
“Other five?” Dr. Ivy asked.
“Yes, I can tell from the blood spatter on the walls,” he said showing her the pictures he took, “that there were five other people who standing in these areas. There are five voids. From the blood splatter, I don’t think they had the benefit of the butter flying. These people were probably hacked.”
“Five more bodies.” The ME sighed. “And we have no idea where they are do we?”
“Not right now.” Em said. Then she got an idea. “Chief Grant, is there a helicopter available in this county?”
“Two actually. We have an official government one used for police business and there’s one used as a tourist attraction. Bob flies people over the woods and the lakes. What did you have in mind?”
“I’m just thinking, there must be a reason that the unsub took the bodies. But they have to be dead by now; there’s no way anyone could still be alive after loosing that much blood. I’m just wondering if he/she has buried them. Maybe we could look from the sky for areas of disturbed land. Maybe even the local cemetery.”
“Good thinking, Em.” Rossi said.
“I never thought about that.” Asst. Glass said. The Chief shook his head, the thought never occurred to him either. “I’ll call Sam and Bob and see if we can’t get a flight plan together.” And she left the room.
“Ok, so Sheldon we have the supplies you need. You ok heading over to the crime scene now to get started?” the chief asked.
“Absolutely. The sooner the better.” Just then, the station secretary brought in a breadbasket, smelling of fresh muffins and bagels.
“I’m sorry I’m late Chief Grant. I was hoping to have these here before you started your meeting.” The plump faced woman said. Her British accent was enchanting, reminding J.J. of someone’s grandmother.
“It’s ok Grace. I’m sure the agents wouldn’t mind something to take with them.”She smiled as she set the basket on the table.
“There’s muffins, bagels, jams, peanut butter, cream cheese packets and butter pats if anyone wants them.”
“Are these homemade?” Reid asked, reaching for a very warm blueberry muffin and a mini-tub of cream cheese. Sheldon was glad he was going to eat something.
“Oh yes. I try to do it a few times a week. Had a little trouble with the yeast this morning.” Everyone was reaching for something from the basket.
“These smell so good.” Garcia said. Sheldon grabbed a bagel and a peanut butter tub. He put the smooth spread on and placed his bagel in a plastic bag then grabbed a warm banana nut muffin and cream cheese. “You're saving the bagel?” Garcia asked.
“Yea. I found out I get more energy from peanut butter mid morning that I do from just plain caffeine. So that will be my mid-morning snack.”
“I love learning new things.” She said smiling, glancing at Derek.
“So who’s up for the helicopter today?” Grant asked.
“I’ll go.” Hotch volunteered.
“So will I” Rossi stated.
“I’ll stay here with Garcia and research.” Reid said.
“Morgan, why don’t you go with Sheldon back to the crime scene? Em you up for that?” Rossi asked.
“Sure.” She said and Derek nodded. Inside Sheldon smiled.
“J.J., I guess you can go over witness statements, and work more with Ted and Lisa. We may be able to get the sketch out as a person of interest tomorrow. ” Hotch said. She nodded.
“I’ll send Mark, Ellen and Graham to the scene with you to help. They’re our CSI trainees. They don’t know a lot but you can help them learn.” Just then, Sheldon’s fingerprint scanner beeped. It eliminated Ted and Lisa, but the other fingerprints weren’t found in the system. “So whoever this guy is never committed a crime, doesn’t work for the government, school system or hospital. Back at square one.”
“Maybe not. Let me expand the search to include suburbs around Seattle and Lakewood and see what happens.” He reset it, gathered his things and was ready to go. Everyone set off for their destinations, hoping to catch a break.
Part II Fanfic 100 #64 Multitasking
                Hotch, Rossi, Asst. Chief Glass and another officer met Bob and Sam near the airport where they landed. The Asst. Chief told them their plans, what they were looking for and they boarded the helicopters. The police copter took off and began circling around between Cosmopolis and Seattle. Bob took Rossi and his passengers over his normal tourist route. Business had been slow the past few days with the news reports of the murders. If there were any disturbed ground on his route, they would definitely see it.
                The CSI van arrived at the crime scene. A bit of a crowd had gathered, littered with some TV and newspapers crews. Sheldon even thought he saw a CNN truck. Of course, they were bombarded with questions as they exited the van. Derek and Em had to hold them off and announce that they had no answers and all questions should be directed at SSA Jennifer Jareau and Police Chief Grant. Someone from park services arrived with barricades to help keep reporters away and the CSIs could unload the van. Derek and Em observed the crowd for a bit while the barricades were being erected, just on the off chance the unsub was coming back to check on the fall out of his “handiwork.” It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened to them.
                Once inside, Sheldon instructed the young CSIs to put on coveralls and shoe covers; it was the best way not to contaminate the scene. The first task was to get the integriswab and t-shirts on the floor. Derek and Em volunteered to cut the shirts in half at the sides. They were thinking of pouring the solution on the floor, but didn’t want it to run everywhere before the shirts could be put down. Ellen remembered that there were spraying mechanisms on the van. They were kind of like the sprayers bug exterminators used to spray the bug spray. They attached the sprayers, started at the edge of the circle and sprayed inward. As the blood spot became drenched section by section, the shirts were laid down, overlapping to make sure there was a complete covering. After the entire circle was white, more of the solution was poured down to completely soak the shirts. Then the CSIs walked over the shirts in their covered shoes, to make sure the blood was beginning to soak in.
“When all is said and done these shirts should look like the blood was fresh and we just used them to soak it up.” Sheldon stated to everyone. “Now to get down to business.”
“Wow. I don’t know where to start.” Mark said.
“That’s why he’s here.” Ellen replied.
“Well, we’ll start with simple observations. You all have note pads right?” They nodded. He filled them in on what they had discovered the night before. He instructed them to stand in the circle, look around and to state what they saw, or didn’t see. Graham started looking about and laughed a little.
“What’s funny?” Ellen asked.
“Songs jump into my head at the weirdest times.”
“Songs? Like what?” Derek asked. He hoped this guy wasn’t going to be annoying.
“Michael Jackson’s ‘Blood on the Dancefloor’”
“Ok”, Derek paused “What about it?”
“Well, this is the dancefloor right? There’s no blood on it. If the blood spatter at the pentagram points represents where a person was killed, why is there only blood on the wall? Why not the floor?”
“Good question. I missed that last night.”
“It wasn’t the cleaning crew; they never got a chance to clean up in here. I knew the circle had to be too perfect.” Em said.
“Well, if there was a cleaning solvent used, the luminol will show it.” Sheldon said. He sprayed some on the floor and waved the light over it. “No blood. What a puzzle. How could there not be any blood here?”
“Maybe the victim was standing in a tub?” Ellen said
“That’s mean all five were standing in a tub.” Derek said, “It’s bigger than that.” They were all looking around and thinking.
“How about a tarp? You know, like painters use?” Em said. Sheldon looked.
“That’d be a really big tarp. Not to mention the hole cut in the middle.” He stepped back and looked. “But it might be the only explanation. Wait, what about the wax of the floor?”
“Maybe the candles were moved before the killings?” Mark suggested. Sheldon made a suggestion.
“Let’s sector off the pentagram by the points, one two three four and five. Let’s take three blood samples from each section. Label them a, b, and c. Let’s label the wax spots eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. And on the envelopes, draw the pentagram and mark the number where the wax was found. Then we’ll measure the blood spatter height. If we can’t give a profile on the unsub maybe we can give a victimology profile to go along with the missing persons search.”
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“We’re coming up over the cemetery now. The only deaths have been the kids found in the club and they haven’t been buried yet. So any disturbed dirt should jump out at us pretty quickly.” Bob said through the headset.
“Good.” Rossi replied. The cemetery was larger than Rossi expected it to be. The towns were so small that they shared so much. This was no exception. Rossi and Asst. Chief Glass had their binoculars ready each searching from their own side of the helicopter. He saw one grave where the headstone was being placed. The ground looked a little disturbed, maybe a few weeks old.
“When was the last funeral?”Rossi asked.
“Two weeks ago. Cancer patient. That might be the headstone you see being placed.” He nodded. Other than that, neither of them saw any disturbed ground. He did mention that they should check the mausoleum and other places on cemetery grounds.
                Sam’s helicopter was flying over a large residential part of the county. Hotch and the other officers were looking closely with their binoculars. Five large neighborhoods and nothing unusual yet. They flew over a row of cabins that weren’t considered being in the woods. Nothing unusual. By noon, they had flown all the way to Seattle and Lakewood. Hotch made note of some warehouses and abandoned places to check out.
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Part III Fanfic 100 #98 Puzzle
“Ok, guys. Let’s take a break. I could use some fresh air.” Sheldon said.
“Whoo, me too. This place stinks. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get this smell out of my nose.” Ellen said
“I have some peppermint spray you can spray in mask if you need it.” Sheldon replied. They all stepped outside and the first breath they took was so cleansing. Derek and Em took a few minutes to update J.J. at the station. Sheldon had grabbed his bagel and a bottle of water. The crowd was still there, shouting at them to get their questions answered. Mark had grabbed water from the van and offered it to his team members.
“So you must see this lot in New York, huh?” Graham asked.
“Not like this. Oh, we see our share of crimes, rarely anything like this. This is just sick on top of sick and I’m afraid we haven’t found out the worst yet.” Em and Derek walked back to the group and Mark offered them water.
“Any good news?” Ellen asked
“Not really. Still nothing from missing persons. Reid and Garcia are trying to research rituals based on what we’ve found and are coming up with too many different kinds and not one in particular.” Em replied
“Supposed that’s the way the unsub wants it?” Mark asked.
“Like a casserole?” Sheldon asked.
“You mean like taking his favorite parts of a ritual and making his own?” Derek thought.
“Yea, I guess like a casserole.” He called Reid and Garcia back and put them on speaker.
“Ok, hot stuff what’d you forget to tell me?” She asked. The young trainees laughed. They weren’t used to hearing that.
“Mark made a suggestion. What if the unsub wants the ritual to be bits and pieces of other rituals? Is there any way to research that?”
“Hmmm,” Reid said.”That’s certainly an interesting concept. Could certainly explain why so much doesn’t make sense. If he/she had taken part in some of these types of rituals they could be replicating what was most liked or most remembered.”
“Perhaps these are the parts he/she had to perform?” Sheldon suggested “Or maybe even read about?”
“Wow that seems to make it even sicker. To think that someone could have just read about and killed all these people.” Ellen shook her head.
“I doubt the information was read. This person has a following or is a part of a group where he/she is a leader of some sort. This technique was definitely taught.” Reid stated.
“Well, let us know if anything comes up.” Em said and Derek hung up.
“What now?” Graham asked.
“We’ll go in and measure the spatter: widths and height from floor to spatter. It will give us an idea of the heights of the victims and their killers. Now that the wax is up, we can check the floor with the luminol and maybe try for fingerprints on the walls. We’ll need to measure the room and see if we can figure out this tarp idea.” With that, they all headed back inside.
                Once inside they resume their evidence collection. After measuring the spatters, they discovered the killers were between 5’5 and 6 ft. tall. No victim was shorter than 5 ft. Their suspicions about the tarp were further confirmed by finding no blood or cleaning solvents on the floor anywhere. Next, they were on the hunt for fingerprints.
“I’ve got prints.” Graham said, showing two handprints right above the spatter in section three.
“And I found semen.” Ellen said. Everyone definitely had a confused look now.
“So there was sex or masturbation involved before the killing?” Em asked.
“Wow, this changes how we envisioned the attack.” Sheldon said. “Derek I need your help. You’re closer to this height.” Derek faced the wall and placed his hand near the prints. Sheldon sprayed the luminol and found seminal fluids with the light as well. “Maybe the sexual stuff was first. The handprints don’t seem to make any voids in the blood. Ok, so we can count on finding this at each of the points…” he trailed off, started spraying the solution in places other than the five points, and found the same thing.
“We're dealing with an orgy too?” Ellen was seriously disgusted now. Derek was scratching his head. This case was becoming more confusing by the second.
“Just what the hell went on in here?” Em wondered. Derek shook his head. His phone rang and he stepped away to answer it.
“Seems like the only good thing coming out of this so far is DNA to start a search with. Let’s find the fingerprints first. I can put them in the scanner while you gather the seminal fluid. Get at least three samples like we did for the blood, keep the same sectors. I hope we have enough swabs.” They set out to finish collecting evidence.
“That was Rossi. So far no disturbed earth. They are going to check out a couple of warehouses they saw from the air before heading back to the station.”
                An hour had passed Sheldon had all the fingerprints scanned into his digital scanner and it was searching. The young CSIs had just enough swabs to get the semen samples with just a few left over. This case was just blowing everyone’s mind. Nothing made sense.
“I wonder if they used the chandelier light or just the candles.” Em wondered.
“I wonder if it has evidence on it.” Graham said. “How would you even clean it?”
“My aunt and uncle in Memphis, have a chandelier where a switch brings it down from the ceiling about 6 ft. above the floor to clean it. My aunt just stands on a step stool. I bet this has one too. Maybe we can find it after we take up the shirts.” The shirts were now bloody and ready to be put in the bags. Derek and Em opened bags for them. They tried to label them according to the five main points and the inner four; it might help when they were able to identify the victims. While putting the shirts in bags they all discussed the tarp and the circle size.
“You know, it reminds me of this ride I saw at the fair once in Seattle. It looks like a really tall cage. Everyone had to stand up and strap themselves in and it spins you around. I was too scared to get on it but my brother loved it.” Ellen said.
“Oh, I know what you’re talking about. This circle just might be that size. But you’d need a truck to get it in and out.” Mark said.
“Well, if the tarp was made to order, why not a cage?” Derek suggested. They finished with the shirts and they were placed in the van. Sheldon found a light panel and there was a switch labeled chandelier.
“We’ll lower it and see if it there is any evidence.” He flipped the switch the chandelier began to move, towards the ceiling and not the floor.
“It’s going the wrong way Sheldon.” Em said
“But there’s only one switch”. Derek took out his phone and began to film what they saw next. Sheldon grabbed his camera and quickly turned it to video. As the chandelier moved into the hole in the ceiling, a black metal cage about 10 ft. tall descended from it. The cage was exactly the same size as the bloody circle.
“Wait, is that a body?” Mark asked. As the cage came closer to the floor and their eye level, Mark’s question was answered and then some. Inside the cage, on the floor were two bodies. Each was male and had been hacked almost in half. Their bodies seemed to have been thrown in as if they were rag dolls, unimportant after their use. They were clothed but barefoot, like the other nine in the pictures. The six of them were stunned. They never expected to find something like this. They just wanted to see if anything was on the light fixture. Em stepped away to call the Chief and Hotch. Mark placed a called to Dr. Ivy. Sheldon began snapping pictures of the bodies for the evidence. He found a way to open the cage and took pictures from the inside. No one had a plastic tarp so he didn’t take out the bodies.
                The Chief brought some officers and gave the crowd five minutes to get in their vehicles and leave or risk being arrested for interfering with a Federal investigation and trespassing. The last car left just in time, right before the ME van showed up. As she and Hotch entered, shock covered their faces.
“Morgan, we need to see if there is another way to get into the ceiling. And we need to know if Ted knows about this.” Derek nodded and left to search the upper level and Rossi followed.
“Dr. Hawkes, would you please assist me?” The ME asked. She grabbed a plastic tarp from her kit to lay the bodies on. Sheldon helped her move the bodies from the cage, trying to keep the halves together. Rigor made it difficult. The first young man looked like he was about 6’5 and a basketball player. The second looked like someone the jock would have picked on. He was slim, maybe weighed 110 lbs. Dr. Ivy took the liver temp and confirmed that they died the same day as the others. No markings were found on the bodies.
                Upstairs, Dave and Derek found an attic space and searched it. They found the hole and the chandelier was hanging like a bell in a bell tower. The cage would have been a snug fit with about a foot to spare from hitting the roof. They found tables, chairs and boxes. They searched anything that could be opened- doors, boxes, trunks. No bodies. They weren’t sure of that was a plus or minus. Just as an extra precaution, they travelled to the basement. Not that the Cosmopolis and Grey Harbors Authorities weren’t doing good police work, but they missed the attic space. What else could they have missed? They found no crawl spaces and hidden things in the basement. Nothing smelled like dead bodies.
                The bodies were soon on their way to the ME’s office and Sheldon was accompanying the CSIs to the lab. There were a lot of shirts to squeeze. Derek and Dave came back up stairs. Nothing to report. The chief locked up the club and everyone was on the way back to the station.
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                After helping the CSIs get the DNA testing started, Sheldon walked over to the station to join the others with the information he and the trainees had found. He could smell food as soon as he hit the door. He immediately went to the conference room and plugged up his computers and the digital fingerprint scanner. He plugged the scanner into the NY Lab computer to dump the scans and to let it start searching. He plugged his camera in so he could be able to show everyone the pictures. Garcia brought him a plate of food and a drink.
“Oh thank you. I was just on my way to get something.”
“It’s ok. I know what it’s like to have to set up so much equipment.” He took a sip of his soda, much appreciated caffeine at this point. “So how did you like working with Derek?”
“We didn’t get to interact as much as I thought we would. Once you see the evidence we collected, you’ll understand.”
“Well, later at dinner or after, you two should go off together and get to know each other better. Don’t talk about work today, just talk to each other. Ok?”
“I would like to. I just hope I’m not too tired.” He sighed. Everyone started filing in the room and Derek was glad Sheldon had a plate; he was going to try and start a conversation with by bringing him one.
“Everyone ok with a working lunch? I saw the amount of evidence you guys collected and I’m anxious to see what going on.”
“As far as the unsub goes, we have very little. I’m thinking male, between ages twenty-five to forty. He’s a part of a group, maybe a small leader and that he was taught everything he knows. He’s been a part of several rituals and as Mark pointed out, he has taken his favorite parts, the parts he remembers or the parts he personally participated in and made them into a ritual that he likes. We are trying to narrow down the places that sell and use axes but I think the search will go better when we get some of Sheldon’s information.”
“Sheldon?”
“Well, we don’t have much on the unsub but we do have some victimology that can be presented as a profile to the public. We have evidence of high school and college aged kids seventeen to twenty-five. From the blood spatter measurements, they are between the heights of 5 ft and the tallest being 6’5. We found evidence of semen, lots of it. The victims standing and hacked were most likely male. That’s where the semen was found- on the walls, below the spatter. We do have fingerprints that have been scanned and are being searched now. We have also got the DNA started from all the sources of blood and semen. I hope that we can cross-reference something with the missing persons list. We also found two of the possible five bodies. We found a switch for the light fixture and instead of it being lowered, a 10 ft. cage was. The two males were found there. The cage could also explain how the others were butter flied. They could have possible been strapped in and arms placed in that weird way.” He paused. “We also will need to be looking for someone who custom makes tarps. Graham pointed out something I missed last night; there was no blood or cleaning solvent on the floor anywhere. The only explanation is a huge tarp, made with the measurements for the cage in mind. There are some questions to ask Ted. He should know there was a cage in the attic. If his prints come back as being on the cage, he could be a huge part of this.”
“So what should we release to the public?” J.J. asked, as she munched on a pickle.
“I would release the Miles Wheatly’s sketch as a person of interest. And the victimology profile.”
“If these are mostly college students, it may take a while for someone to realize they are missing. I know sometimes I didn’t see my roommates until Sat. night and everyone was trying to get ready to hit the party. They skip classes, meetings.” Derek said.
“Now one of the last victims we found would be pretty easy to miss. He’s 6’5 and I can tell he’s an athlete, football or basketball. Somebody’s team is missing him. Maybe if we showed their faces and distinguishing marks along with their heights, someone will recognize them.” Sheldon suggested.
“I agree” Rossi replied.

“Well, let’s see what kind of early results you get from the evidence and we can release the victimology and person of interest early tomorrow. That way we can be prepared for the phone calls.” Hotch said.
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