Paranoia - s.reid

Sumatriptan

"Kelly Landis went missing 3 days ago. 2 days ago, the Georgetown Monitor received this." A picture of Kelly, dressed up and crying displayed itself on screen. "She was found in Georgetown, in an alley late last night." 

"I sent Morgan and Prentiss. It's what he did to her that concerns me."

"Morgan sent these, also late last night." 

"He and Prentiss are waiting in the district."

Liz scanned the crime scene photos on her tablet, using every cell in her body to stop her from throwing up on it, 2 months into this pregnancy and work was a struggle. "The body seems posed. That's a first, I see your concern. Her lips have been removed. They could be a trophy." Liz earned a nod of approval from Hotch.

"Maybe he ate them." Spencer suggested coolly, making the faux blonde involuntarily gag.

"Now I have that memory burned in my mind for the rest of my life." Garcia said lowly.

"The photo he sent to the Monitor, the way her body's posed and the mutilation, it must be a representation of someone. At least by sending a photo, the media's opened a line of communication."

"Now that he's got the media's attention, we can expect more of these."

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The team had arrived at the DC police, taking their time and discussing the case. 

"Alright, I'm gonna go buy coffee, anyone want any?"

"You can't have coffee, sweetheart." Spencer reminded, making Liz groan.

"Fine, then tea." Everyone told her their coffee orders, thanking her as she grabbed loose change and left, not bothering to take her credentials or purse.

It wasn't long before she was turning into a corner she felt a hand on her mouth and another on her waist, pulling her away and blocking her screams.

It wasn't long before she woke up, glad that her capturer didn't use chloroform. "Hello." He greeted her sweetly. Liz wished Spencer were here to tell her what the chances of this guy being their unsub was. "Put this on." He handed her a white, satin dress that looked like it was from another century, it probably was.

She complied, too tired to fight back and too concerned for the safety of her child. She slipped into the dress easily, sitting back down on the chair. He proceeded to do her makeup, and that's when it hit Liz. He was their unsub.

She realized she'd fit the victimology, blonde, young.

The unsub grabbed a camera, positioning it in front of her.

A bright flash went off, making Liz frown slightly. "Wowza." He exclaimed.

She hoped and prayed the team would notice her absence. He displayed the pictures on the mirror. "You like it? She didn't have it. I thought she did, but she didn't. You have it in spades, my dear. We all want to be famous."

It had been a few hours since the man had left, Liz was left alone with her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, baby." She choked back a sob. "Daddy's coming for us, I promise." She didn't even try getting out of the restraints.

It felt like a few more hours before he came back, knife in hand. "Please, don't." She whined. "I'm pregnant." He didn't react, only going to release her from the ropes tied around her ankles and wrists.

"I want to get this scene on its feet. To do that, you'll need these." He held up a pair of shoes- heels. He daintily placed them on Liz's bare feet, too caring for an unsub who maliciously cuts off his victim's lips. Everything he'd done so far was caring, besides kidnapping her, of course. Pulling out a script and haphazardly flipping through the pages, it was almost like he was nervous. "Some of the lines are missing."