𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

One

"Look Where You Are and Look Where I Am"

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

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"It's great that we are all here," Hotch said, giving the pilot the ok to take off from the window.

Before Y/n can ask, or even talk to Penelope, she got up and sat next to Hotch. Taking the seat across from Penelope's old one, Y/n opened her phone and started answering emails. The jet took off and Y/n put her phone on airplane mode, silencing it as well.

"Let's start shall we?" Hotch announced gaining everyone's attention. "This is one is bad. Across 3 hotels in Allen, four women have been found dead, one gunshot to the head and one to the heart." He says as Penny pulls up pictures on her laptop and gives everyone a file.

Opening her's, Y/n's eyes grow wide at the pictures. The first picture taunts her as she flips through the rest of them. She goes back to the front and stares at the picture. Laid out in front of her is victim number one, Christina Middleton. She's turned over, her face only slightly visible to the camera but the DMV photo on Penelope's laptop clarified it for Y/n. Blood leaked onto the floor, from the second gunshot to the heart. Above the bed, the unsub wrote 1/10. In fact, he did that on all the pictures.

The second victim, Catarina Paredes, was also in her bed, this time laid in the opposite direction of the way she was shot. Neither woman saw it coming. Victims 3 and 4 were together. Rose Henry and Sabrina Chains sat at a small table, blood puddled under both of them. They were drinking, a bottle of white wine was open and turned over, the wine on the floor right between both blood puddles.

This unsub was clean, but he was also someone these women knew. He showed remorse. He couldn't have the women face him while he killed them. Y/n saw enough of these to tell. No bullet shells were left and he used blood to write on the walls.

This unsub was on a mission, and from the looks of it, he was getting closer and closer to finishing.

"Y/N?" Emily called out, snapping Y/n out of her trance.

Looking up, Y/n saw everyone looking at her confused. Shaking it off, Y/n jumped right back into the conversation of the connection to how these women were related.

"You ok?" Derek whispered in Y/n's ear.

She nodded, giving him a small smile. Her face falling blank at Rossi's question.

"Isn't Allen your stomping grounds, Y/L/N?" He asked pointing at the file in her hand.

Looking away from the team, Y/N just shrugged her shoulders. "Yea, but I haven't been home in 5 years, so what do I really know about Allen," she tried to play it off.

"Did you know any of these people?" Spencer asked, not so subtly profiling her.

"Not really, victim number 2 won prom queen back when I was in high school, trust me, with the dress she was wearing, you never forget her face."

Y/n wasn't lying, Catarina's dress was to die for. She would know because she helped her pick it.

"Kitty! This one, look! You would look stunning, you're sure to win with this!"

And she did. She won and wore her crown high.

"Hmm," Spencer amused, eyes going to Y/n's leg. She was nervous. Her leg bounced high, right below the table and she looked to the floor.

Whatever she was hiding, Spencer wanted to know.

"So you two weren't friends?" He pressed.

Y/n only shrugged her shoulders in response. Were they friends? I mean friends don't leave when shit gets hard. Friends don't lie. Friends don't build you up only to tear you down. Friends are not supposed to fucking hurt you.

They were not friends.

"No." She mumbled, wincing at the skin she just accidentally ripped from biting her nail.

Spencer kept quiet as Hotch assigned locations. Derek and Spencer were going to the first hotel, JJ and Emily were going to the second, leaving David and Aaron to third while Y/n and Penelope got a head start at the station.

Spreading out around the jet, Y/N took a seat in the back, away from everyone before opening her phone and going to messages.

Reluctantly, she pressed the one from nearly 10 ten days ago.

James
Aug.12th,2008 at 10:17 Pm

Look, I know the last time I saw you... it didn't go well but call me.

We have to talk.

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