This story is about a girl who started her new job in the FBI at the BAU in Quantico, Virginia. She has a rough pass but she leaves her home town to escape from everything but realize that sooner or later her pass will catch up to her.
A few hours has passed by and we were ready to give out the profile and catch this unsub.
Ever since I got here the Agent Bill has been very touchy and flirty, I appreciate his nice gestures but if he tries something agian I am going to go off this day is already bad as it is I don't need another reason to go crazy.
"Okay, so we know this guy used Wailwood Trail as his personal graveyard for 7 months." Morgan implied while everyone was jotting down notes.
"That site's been blown for him now, which means that he's been forced to change part of his M.O. which won't be easy." I said.
"For somebody who thrives on being in control. The reason that he's gotten away with these first 3 murders is that he's been meticulous at every stage, from how he chooses his victims to their torture and their burial." Hotch implied.
"To us, his victims appear to be like his mother. All they shared was a torturous death and the facial features." Em says, while everyone jots down notes.
"But you think the unsub chooses them for another reason, too?" Bill asked twisting the pen in his hand.
"No, but there could be." I answered his question.
"There's been another murder." The guy said, they all got up and got to work leaving me, Bill and Hotch in the room.
"Imma call Garicia see if she has gotten anything." Hotch says backing out the room to the room behind us.
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"Garcia what you got." I asked.
"Well sir it's listed as the Goodman Insititute." Garcia replied to Hotch's question.
"What the hell is that?" I questioned.
"I've beyond Googled this thing. To the untrained eye, it looks totally legit. Someone went to great lengths to make the website decent. The articles are well written, but as my brilliant and bespectacled eyes can see they all lead to dead ends." She said.
"Well, the what is it?" I asked.
"A bogus business that claims to be the leading researcher in therapy. There's no tax records, no business license, no evidence it actually exists. It's supposed to be run by a guy named Jason Goodman." She said, I look out the window to see Bill touching Ariana and her moving with every touch he's making her uncomfortable, I feel myself getting angry he shouldn't be touching her at all.
"Garcia, get that over to Mogran." I said.
"Way ahead of you, friady cat." She realized what she did and hung up fast, I smiled putting my phone down going into the room where Ariana's at.
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- "Can you please stop." I whispered to Bill, the door flew opened.
