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The case was an interesting on to say the very least. Four women had been abducted in broad daylight from relatively busy areas, yet no witnesses had come forward. The team had exhausted almost all of its resources at that point. Usually an unsub being that bold signified them not caring if they were caught. This particular unsub's meticulous ability to escape with a woman without being seen went against every textbook case.
You were sat with the team at the Jacksonville Police Station, flipping through the files they had collected on the women. You rubbed your temple in exhaustion. Every trail you thought you had found ran cold. Even Spencer, the team's resident Boy Genius, was stumped.
"The unsub must be subduing the victims in some way inconspicuous," you sighed, tapping your manicured fingers against the table, "maybe he's using a knife or a gun."
"He would have to be," Hotch agreed, standing up to write it down on a white board that the police station had provided, "it's the only way he could get these women to go willingly and without a fight."
Morgan nodded in aggrement, "Claire Reynolds took self defense classes every Saturday. She wouldn't have let someone overpower her as easily as she did. There were no defensive wounds on the body."
You wrote down what your fellow agents were saying in your notebook. Sure you had the tablets now, but you always remembered stuff better when you took pen to paper.
"If you look at all the victims, speaking to the families suggests that they all frequent the same bars," Reid began with furrowed brows, "the nightlife isn't exactly riveting in this part of town."
"But he doesn't abduct them at night," Prentiss replied, her face just as pinched as Reid's.
The case was stressing everyone out. You knew your time was limited before another body turned up. The last thing anybody wanted was for the unsub to become even more unstable and abandon his M.O. That would make your job ten times more difficult.
You looked up from the files, your eyes meeting Hotch's. "Watch if he's just hunting at night?" You said in an inquisitive tone. "What if he finds his targets at these bars and then persues them during the day?"
"It would make sense," Emily added, "they all fit the same picture. Maybe he met an ex girlfriend or wife at a bar and she screwed him over. He's reliving it only with a different ending. One where he has control."
Rossi clapped his hands together, turning your attention towards him, "I think it's time to deliver the profile."
You and the team were undercover in the bar that it seemed your unsub was choosing his victims. You had narrowed it down, and this was the bar that all women had been seen at before their disappearance the next day.
Agents and officers were stationed almost everywhere, searching for a middle aged white male who seemed to not want to draw attention to himself. According to his profile he would be standing off to the side but watching the women too closely.
