A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. I realized I haven’t tagged anyone in this fic yet, so you might want to go back if you want the really awkward stuff. xoxo Stu
Your name: submit What is this?
“Garcia, please tell me these people don’t think I am psychotic!” You had broken down after you had gotten into your hotel room. There was spotty wifi and scratchy comforters, but you got your own room, thank Turing.
Penelope was still cranking away with all the work the team constantly sent her. Reid should put his brain to use and find a way to clone the woman already. “Y/L/N, no one thinks you’re psychotic. Though I did hear something about high anxiety and possibly PTSD?” Her voice lifted as she was trying to rush through the gossip, but also needed to be honest with you.
“Ugh, I just don’t like being touched. I almost elbowed Alvez in the face and now I have some tragic backstory, aces.” You mumbled.
“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t actually hit anyone? I am thinking they will forget it after the case. First day jitters and what have you. But, well, JJ thinks you’re good though.” You were pacing the room, wearing your extra large Galifrey Academy tee shirt and some socks. Your hair was wet and you were debating between Hearthstone or Peggle before lights out.
“Jareau likes me?” You were surprised. “Huh, guess I don’t give myself enough credit. Alright, thanks for listening to me Garcia, feel free to ignore me at any point.”
“My newest comrade-ette, no. I am here for the whole team. Well, minus the other newbie.”
“Nighters Garcia!”
The small town cop had pulled over a pick up going 62 in a 45 mile per hour zone. He was pissed that these people couldn’t get it through their heads that the law was the law. It wasn’t even seven in the morning, where did they need to be in such a hurry? He sauntered up to the driver’s side eyeing the man in the side view mirror. When the officer was level with the window, he saw the girl’s face pinned in fear. The driver had a knife to her throat and a rag tied around her mouth.
The officer instinctively pulled his gun. “You drop your weapon!”
The man in the driver’s seat laughed and popped the door on the cop. Knocking him back in to the traffic on the two lane highway. The young woman screamed into her gag. The driver couldn’t react fast enough, the policeman was roadkill. As she slammed onto her breaks, the pickup did a U turn and left the traffic stop like nothing had happened.
You were waiting for the team at the SUVs when Hotch called you. “Why didn’t you answer your wake up call?”
“Sir? I am no longer in my room. I have been up for an hour.”
“Right. I guess I will see you at the cars.”
“Yep.” Anxious bird may not be getting the worms, but at least you hadn’t overslept. Rossi was surprisingly the first one outside. He nodded at you, you waved sheepishly back. Once Hotch was outside, it was all business.
“We have a call from a sheriff in Shawano County. Apparently an officer was pushed into traffic during a speeding ticket. The driver that struck the officer says he had his gun drawn and was pointing it at the driver and passenger. The dash cam footage is silent, but there was clearly a female restrained by the assailant.”
“Any indicators it was Abigail Brown?” Lewis asked.
“Nothing certain.”
“I am assuming Garcia is already tracking the plate?” You followed up.
“The unsub would have to search for another vehicle out here. Especially with a victim to control. Chances are someone spotted them or the ditched truck.” JJ added.
“Reid I want you and Alvez to head south, talk to the driver and see what you can get from the footage they have.”
“Y/L/N, Lewis and Rossi I want you back at the precinct in case Garcia finds something.”
“JJ and I will head up to the campus and meet with the roommate.”
The car ride was much more reserved than the one with Jareau and Reid. Rossi drove, playing generic elevator music in the background. Lewis asked about his car. Rossi asked about hers. The drive was only about forty minutes of you listening and not speaking.
The evidence boards were intense and necessary. After examining the autopsy photographs you noticed weird marking on each of the bodies. One of the women had a tattoo so it hid the reoccurring image. It appeared to be a brand of some sort.
“Jareau?” You had dialed without sharing with Lewis and Rossi, but they were listening anyway. “I think these are rituals. There is the same symbol on each of the bodies.”
“Alright, I will tell Hotch. Nice catch.” She answered and hung up.
Rossi was on his phone once he understood your discovery. “Garcia, I am sending an image, see if it belongs to a cult or religious sect.”
Lewis pursed her lips while glancing at the photographs. “If this is ritualistic, then we have to be prepared for anything.”
“Suicide by cop?”
“Worse, martyrdom.”
Hotch put the whole team on the line for an update. “Abigail Brown’s roommate confirmed she had been involved in some new activities. But she didn’t know anything about it being a cult.”
“Sir?” Garcia interjected. “It was definitely a cult. The symbol is ancient, but surprise surprise it has been “re-branded” for the internet age. The screen name loops back over many servers, but the credit card for the chat service used for the “Night Owls” site lands us right back to Langlade County. And not many people have internet service there, it is too expensive to install the fiber-optics.”
“Garcia tell me you have an address.”
“Sending it to your phones.” Garcia confirmed. “Please be safe!”
“Alright, everyone head back to the hotel. We are all going in together. I will have JJ coordinate with the locals as we drive back.”
The drive down the dirt road was a horror movie in action. You had been assigned to Reid and Alvez’s SUV. The Sheriff that had called the team onto the case was driving Rossi and JJ because he knew the area. Hotch and Lewis were in the last vehicle, trailing three squad cars.
Reid was going over building records that Garcia had sent. “It appears to be a large house with a garage and two other out buildings.”
“Plenty of room for an ambush, great.” You muttered.
“We’ll be fine, just focus on getting the victims out and we will handle the rest.” Alvez explained.
“I hope you’re talking to Reid, because I am not on damsel duty here, Alvez.”
Alvez and Dr. Reid exchanged a look. The taller man shrugged, his lips doing that motion from the first trip. Was it annoyance or was it amusement?
“Noted!” Alvez chuckled. “Hotch will give the actual assignments once we park anyway.”
The large green space was surrounded by miles of forest and marshland. If one of the captives had managed to escape you doubted they would have survived without some help. The space around the buildings was hilly and strewn with pine trees. You thanked Babbage that it was still daylight, you strapped on your standard issued vest and felt like a jock for the first time, ever.
“Do we huddle and get a pep talk, too?” You mused to yourself, but Rossi heard you.
“Not usually, but I think it’s because Morgan was the one with the whistle.” He hinted. Your head tilted with interest, but Jareau shook her head meaning ‘wrong time and place, children.’
You followed Alvez to the main house. Reid and Lewis took one of the out buildings. Jareau and Rossi took the garage. Hotch and the Sheriff took the building on the farthest end of the clearing. The infiltration began simultaneously. Doors flying open and calls of “FBI!” or “Federal Agents”.
The house was a bungalow style with a ‘Silence of the Lambs’ style stone basement, luckily it did not come with the signature hole dug below. The rooms were well kept, but abandoned. After clearing all the rooms, you followed onto the garage. Alvez kicked the fender of a pick up truck, “This is the truck from the dash cam footage.”
You nodded, “You see Jareau or Rossi?”.
“Here!” Jareau’s voice called from the back of the unlit room. There were tables of Bunsen beakers, torches, and distilling equipment. “No sign of the unsubs, but I think we can say that it was Abigail Brown in the truck this morning.”
Rossi mused, “I am guessing the chemistry set is how these guys are funding their little ‘family’.”
The four of you dispersed to the remaining buildings when shots broke out. You readied your weapon, moving to secure an entrance. The buildings were identical from the outside. Carmel brick work with obscured glass block windows. Entrances on the northern and southern walls only. Suddenly you heard someone scream, “Go!”
Recalling your training: you kicked in your door, “FBI!” The room was arranged like a classroom, with desks in rows and some computers lining the far wall. Alvez came in the other side, sweeping the area for the unsubs or victims or any movement at all. The server they had set up was pretty sick, but you held yourself back from drooling. “We’re clear, Alvez.”
“Alright, we need to keep moving. Catch up with the team.”
You closed your door behind you and followed the muscular man out the door he entered. When you stepped outside it was chaos. Reid was limping outside with a young woman under his arm. JJ was holding the door screaming, “Out! Everybody out!”
There was smoke wafting out the door and Hotch and Lewis carried the Sheriff out between their strong shoulders. There was a moment of panic when Rossi wasn’t accounted for, but finally he staggered outside with the rest of the team. In his arms was a three year old girl, screaming at the top of her lungs. “Daddy! Daddy! No!”
Your heart tore, this little thing was the unsub’s daughter. Once the door swung shut a group of thuds rolled through the brick building. Was that an explosion? It must have been a poorly executed one. Hotch was on the comms with the locals, calling medics. You regrouped, checking on each team member and confirming the victims had been secured.
You took a minute to calm down from your first big case against the house. You were watching Reid, JJ and Alvez smile and play with the toddler. Rossi and Hotch were having serious conversations for serious grown ups. Lewis was taking notes while talking with Abigail Brown. Suddenly a hand came up and clamped down on your mouth. Instinctively you dodged and spun out from the attack. You kicked the unsub’s knee in and pulled your firearm. “Hands! Hands in the Air, Asshole!”
The BAU was there in a fraction of a minute, six guns trained on the second unsub. “Dey found you Un-Craig, dey found you!” The little girl sing-songed from behind the row of agents. She giggled at the apparent game. You holstered your weapon and made the arrest. After loading the unsub into the back of the squad car, you turned and looked at the crime scene.
It was a good day: your team saved some people and neutralized some big bads. “Hey Jareau, you think that little girl will be all right?”
Her big blue eyes searched you and nodded. “Yeah, they will find her a good family. Little one like that is already so tough.” You accepted the answer, though more questions flitted through your mind.
“Hey, Y/L/N?” Jareau asked. “It’s J.J. My friends call me J.J.”
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A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. xoxo Stu
Your name: submit What is this?
They had a jet! She was a gorgeous example of engineering and simple luxury.
“Shiny! How can you fly commercial after using this beauty?” Your approving eyes were flitting through all of the leg room. Alvez and Jareau snickered behind you. You continued inside, quickly counting seats. You didn’t have to sit next to anyone! There were plenty of buffer seats for everyone.
You hummed pleasantly as you found a window seat towards the back. The relief of personal space made you almost forget the embarrassment of the morning. Rossi sat down opposite you, watching you observe the workers on the sides of the runway. His reputation was one of the most noteworthy on the team. But you always held personal interactions above gossip and, even, bureau legends.
“The jet is possibly my favorite addition to the team.” Rossi stated, “Just don’t tell the kids, they’ll be jealous.” He added in a mock whisper.
“Good to know, I would hate to have to live up to all she has done.” You teased. “Penny says you have quite the games collection.”
Rossi smirked, “Does she? Well, that’s it, all of my mysteries have already been revealed.”
Hotch was last on the plane, he sat beside Rossi with his tablet at the ready. “Garcia, what did you find?”
“Sir, sirs and sisters too! Waupaca County Sheriff just got word that state troopers located Abigail Brown’s car in, or near rather Pelican Lake.”
“That expands the comfort zone. It is 93 miles from her last known location.” Spencer jumped into the conversation, leaning down to speak to Garcia over Hotch’s shoulder.
“Alright, Rossi take Alvez to the victim’s car. JJ, I want you to take Y/L/N and Reid to the parents’ house near Waupaca. Lewis and I will coordinate with the locals. We will have rental vehicles, please behave with them.” Hotch emphasized, which made you wonder who was in trouble with “dad” for reckless driving in the past.
“For now, rest up. We have two hours in the air and another hour, hour plus on the road.” Hotch thanked Garcia and the team dispersed to different corners of the jet. You slid your earbuds in, picking up where Simon Pegg’s voice had left you giggling last.
The plane landed on a small airstrip in Oshkosh, WI located on the same campus as the world famous EAA Aviation Museum. The clear skies and bird’s eye view had left a beautiful impression of the surrounding lakes and towns. You waited in your seat to be the last off of the jet, so as not to have anyone behind and not to slow anyone down.
The stiffness of flying twice in such a short time frame left you yearning for a jog. Unfortunately the crisp autumn air rushed your face as you descended from the hatch. You shivered against the wind and followed your new team to the waiting assortment of rental cars. JJ had snagged the first set of keys for a dark four door sedan. You cautiously hauled your Go-bag and messenger to the rear of the car. As JJ popped the trunk, Dr. Reid tossed his bags inside the trunk before you registered his presence. The shock of having him there without catching him in your periphery locked you in place.
You shook your head to clear the unsettling tinge that remained on the air. You looked deeply into the trunk and slowly inserted your belongings while keeping your head down. You made your way to the back door and slid onto the leather seat. Reid was already sitting in the backseat behind Jareau. He glanced at you, surprised.
“Dr. Reid, you can sit shotgun. I prefer the back, backseat.” You tried to look reassuring. “With limbs like yours, I imagine, the front will be more comfortable. For you.” His big eyes taking in your slow to calm nerves. He made a half smile, accepting your offer with a nod. Once Spencer was situated up front, JJ typed in the address for the Brown family and headed out of town.
“So,” you began, “I’m going to pry, full disclosure. Why was the chief so huffy about the team having rental cars?” You leaned between the front seats, ensuring the other agents could hear you. You never meant to mumble, but it happened on occasion.
JJ laughed, “First off, it’s Hotch. Sir is fine, I guess. But everyone calls him Hotch.” You nodded, storing that detail for his approval later.
“You see, Y/L/N, our former colleague, Morgan, had a thing about “vibing” while he drove. There was a pedophile ring, we were on the task force near the end of the case. And Morgan, he, well he-”
“Derek drove into a marsh.” JJ concluded. “The car was unsalvageable and it set back the investigation-”
“An additional eight hours,” Reid continued. “Hotch was not pleased. He hates things that get us billed unexpectedly.”
You sensed the closeness between Reid and Jareau, interpreting their relationship to be greater than simply teammates. As Jareau was clearly married and Reid did not give off any sexuality hints you assumed they were “besties”. Riding in the backseat was refreshingly entertaining. People watching was a specialty of yours, as you tended to fade to the background anyway. You learned about JJ’s family. Spencer’s mother was mentioned briefly, but you could tell it was a touchy subject. He was studying a map, marking it diligently with details from the case.
“Y/L/N, what’s your story? Besides transferring from cyber crimes, of course.” Jareau asked after a patch of quiet. “We’re going to find out eventually. Might as well spill.” Her eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror, prodding yet kind.
“You tell me, between Reid’s eidetic memory and your past profiling and negotiation experience. I am quite obvious, I suppose. I am curious what you’ve gathered.” You leaned back, waiting for the inevitably judgmental insights.
Jareau and Reid exchanged a look. “We don’t, uh, we have an unspoken rule not to profile each other.”
“Alvez says you all do it. You just don’t talk about doing it.” You explained. Reid pursed his lips, from where you sat you couldn’t deduce if it was in amusement or annoyance.
The family was a mess. Their emotions in dark contrast to their small, cookie cutter, ranch style house and manicured lawn. The Brown’s house interior had no visible blemishes as well. Abigail was their oldest child. Missing her were her father, Mark, her mother, Sandra and brothers Danny and Benji. The boys were at school, so there were more of your agents than family members occupying the cubical shaped dining room.
“Ma’am, would it be alright if Dr. Reid and I see Abigail’s room?” You asked rather abruptly after being introduced by Jareau, the question had been burning in your mouth. You wanted to get to work, but had to tell yourself to be considerate of the family.
“Why would you need to go in there?” Sandra asked defensively. “It’s not like she is hiding under the bed.” You glanced up at Spencer, letting him take over.
“I know you are upset, but we are trying to get to know Abigail. When we investigate we start with the victim. Why her?” Reid explained, his crisp reasoning held both parents’ attention.
“Hey, Doc?” Mark Brown chimed in, “When you figure that out, let me know. I want to reason with the bastard as it is.” You watched Reid hold the father’s stare, knowing words were not involved with his intentions. Reid cleared his throat and Jareau resumed the standard victim’s family questioning. You stepped widely around the compact table, waiting until Reid was in the hall before following his puff of hair.
Abigail Brown’s room was fairly standard college freshman material. She had a Klimt poster on one wall and a bookshelf dedicated to YA novels. The girl had good taste: Clare to Riordan, Steifvater to Rowling. Her desk was cleared of her laptop, as she would have packed it with her to return to school. Dr. Reid’s hands loomed over her dresser, the vanity astonishingly bare for your modern, small town young woman.
“Y/L/N, what don’t you see here?” Reid quizzed you. Your eyes glanced over the space once more before answering.
“There is no jewelry, make up or anything personally or monetarily valuable.” You concluded.
“She wasn’t coming back home.” Reid agreed.
SPEAKERPHONE
Rossi: Everything this girl owned seemed to be jammed into her hatchback.
Hotch: Reid and Y/L/N are suggesting she knew she wouldn’t be coming back.
Alvez: There was no sign of a struggle in or around the car. Maybe she was meeting someone?
Garcia: Sir? Once we get Abigail’s laptop connected to WiFi, I can start digging. Rossi please don’t let the new kid hurt the tech.
Rossi: Y/L/N’s with Reid and JJ.
Garcia: You know who I mean! But, now that you mention it, if Y/L/N is close by, she can dig too.
There was no good place for the team to sync up. Victims went missing counties apart from where their cars were parked. Evidence was in three jurisdictions. According to Reid, the eye of the storm was in Shawano County, but Hotch booked the hotel in Antigo, one county north. Fortunately the hotel had internet access, unlike every restaurant, diner or cafe you had come across.
You plugged your headphones in to Abigail’s lap top and got to work uncovering this victim’s dirty laundry. While you did your “tech thing” the team round tabled. You overheard the highlights, comfortable to be invisible and an eavesdropper once again.
-Victims had all packed above and beyond the usual weekend laundry run of a college student.
-Parents hadn’t heard much from the victims over the few weeks leading up to their disappearances.
-No signs of struggle and no more bodies had been found.
Dr. Lewis was extremely insightful, pulling references to human trafficking rings that ran from Green Bay to Chicago. You reminded yourself to touch base with the sultry voiced agent once you had a decent question for her brilliance. Abigail’s computer was full of malware. But other than that she had an active, yet not obsessive level of social media profiles. She checked her school email inbox between each class.
This victim was a good kid, you didn’t know why she was targeted. It wasn’t until you found reoccurring references to Night Owls that you felt the computer was a dead end. Night Owls was a evening group chat that Abigail had found on a banner ad. It was a chat room coupled with a confessional. It was in Night Owls that Abigail started communicating with a Nocturne1995. It was in one of these very emo and very lengthy chats that you found where Nocturne1995 suggested that they go to the Cabin for an Escape from Everything.
Finally turning off Abigail’s most listened to list on iTunes, you returned to your awaiting teammates. Hotch and Rossi watched you approach the table. Their dark eyes held you and you fumbled trying to wipe the sweat from your palms.
“Sir?” You began, whispering just to Hotchner. “I am going to call Garcia to trace a chat ID, its a long shot, but there are mentions of an escape and a cabin in their conversations.”
“You do what you need to, Y/L/N.” Hotchner agreed. “Y/L/N? Good work.”
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Teamwork Makes the Dream Work:
A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction
Featuring: Female Reader as she joins the Team
Setting: Early Season 12
A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. xoxo Stu
Your name: submit What is this?
The elevator ride was quiet in the early morning hours. Yesterday you had spent the day filling out transfer papers, tax forms and personality tests. Today you would be meeting with the acclaimed Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, a team any agent worth their salt knew to be the best of the bureau. You had accepted the promotion from cyber-crimes without hesitation.
Moving across the country was a risk you had taken and you walked into their hive like office with the intention of making it worth it. Standing at the top of the stairs, with your back to the wall, you were able to watch the life of the room below unfold. Slowly the junior agents trickled in, this group was competitive and diligently handling the mundane details of the job the profilers were overqualified to do.
Then, SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner entered the bullpen. He walked passed you, obliviously. You were used to blending in, not physically standing out.
“Sir?” You asked to his back. “I am Agent Y/L/N, where should I set up?”
His dark eyes glanced over you, his profiling skills on automatic pilot. You raised your eyebrows in earnest, still awaiting his response. “The third desk on the left of the stairs, Y/L/N.” Hotchner finally placed you. “Welcome to the team.”
“Thank you, sir.” You nodded at your commanding officer as you headed back down the steps, to locate the desk for your time there.
The remaining profiles joined the bundle of desks as the clocked ticked closer to the eight o’clock hour. You knew each member of the team by file, so you were prepared before they introduced themselves. This was good planning on your part as not one of them approached you or made eye contact.
Dr. Reid was nearly late, he rushed in from the elevators. His tall form ducking out of the strap of his bag. Agent Jareau caught his eye, “Cutting it close, Spence.” He nodded at the blonde woman, his mouth a frog-like grimace of inevitability.
Garcia walked into the close network of conversing agents. She caught your eyes on the group and smiled. Her dangling earrings swayed as she waved enthusiastically. Your new teammates finally acknowledged you, their faces a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“Guys,” Penelope gestured towards you. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, another tech goddess has arrived, my lovelies. Be good to her.” She grunted the last bit, eyeing one agent warily. You shyly waved at the scrutinizing faces of your co-workers.
“Not quite a goddess, more of a demigod, really.” You explained, reshaping your hair behind your head. The confusion wasn’t fading from their faces. You looked up to Hotchner’s perch realizing why everyone was acting this way. “No one told you that I would be joining the team.”
It was a fact, not a question. You shared a bewildered look with Penelope and shrugged.
“Have you ever prepared a consult profile?” Agent Jareau had approached your desk after the awkwardness had dimmed over the course of the morning.
“Not officially, but I would like to. IF you can double check it for me?” Her face encouraging.
“Of course, take these and just drop them off to me when you are done.” JJ set four files on your desk. The work was straight forward, there were cases from all over the Southeast. You answered the questionnaires and went a little overboard in your notes on the analysis sections. You always felt it was better to be thorough than vague.
It was around one when the dark haired man with the easy grin on his face stopped by your desk. Alvez, you recalled, his file at the top of the BAU stack.
“Sorry about this morning, my name is Luke Alvez.” The nice agent was holding his hand out to you expectantly. Refocusing to interacting socially, you paused longer than normal to accept his handshake.
You firmly gripped his hand, “Not a problem, Agent. So you were the last newbie, any advice for the latest transfer?”
He chuckled, “Just use the skills you already have. We all say we don’t profile each other, but we do. We just don’t talk about it.”
“Profilers version of Fight Club?” You nodded, mildly amused.
“Sorta, yeah. Want to grab some lunch? I swear, we don’t always stare uncomfortably.” Alvez was really showing his sweet side.
“Sure, let me just leave these for Agent Jareau.” You stood and dropped the folders into her in tray across the aisle. As you glanced back at Alvez, he had walked towards you. He put a guiding hand onto your shoulder. You immediately panicked at the contact. Your chest and face flushed. Your combat training kicked in and you spun out deflecting his hand with a stiff forearm. Your left elbow then connected with his other palm, his strength holding you in place.
Your mind cleared and you disengaged; tense and embarrassed. After a few dozen questions coming from Alvez’ staring eyes, you exhaled. Slowly you shook the blood back into your hands. “I’m sorry, I am sort of weird about being touched.”
“You could say that.” JJ interjected snidely. Your eyes spun around the large office, every single pair of eyes were locked on your tussle with Luke. Perfect: from invisible to sideshow freak in the course of one day. Cyber crimes might have been the most obvious task force for someone with your sensitivities. But the reason you had done so well there was because even then you had thought like a profiler. ‘Well, here I am, BAU,’ you thought, ‘Might as well get the skeletons out of the closet right away.’
You did join the team for lunch, snagging a sub from the tray assortment in the break room. Reid’s furrowed brow told you he wasn’t sure how to address you. Lewis smiled gently as she chewed, you inclined your head to acknowledge her attempt. Slowly conversations began, swirling around as the team fell back into their rhythm. You continued to observe and eat quietly. Their aversion to your presence lessened and you knew your misstep in the bullpen was dismissed.
But not forgotten, it was never that easy.
“Hotch, why didn’t you tell us that Y/L/N was joining the team?” Reid asked the older man as JJ and he had a quick moment aside.
“Because I hadn’t received notice that she had accepted the position, Reid.” Hotch admitted. “Agent Y/L/N has an exceptional record. She completed and surpassed every field AND written requirement we have.” The chief’s eyes emphasized this point; the presence of their newest teammate was not to be challenged.
“You should read her consultations, Spence.” JJ added, “I think she will do fine.”
Garcia knocked on the frame to Hotch’s door, her arms full of folders and pens. “Sir, conference room when you’re ready.”
The screens flashed the faces of three victims from Central Wisconsin. All college aged women, missing over long weekends. Cars were found abandoned along highways 45 and 49.
“We got the call after Abigail Brown went missing with the same M.O.” Hotch explained. A bright eyed face from a U.W. Stevens Point ID flashed on the screen.
“How long has she been missing?” You interjected. Garcia checked her watch.
“About 17 hours, well, since she last used her phone. We can’t pinpoint it further than that.”
“The unsub usually doesn’t dispose of the bodies until a week after the initial abduction. She may still be alive.” Reid proposed.
“Unsubs, you mean.” You corrected Dr. Reid. The team took a collective preparatory breathe at the slight challenge against their genius.
“Unsubs, yes, Y/L/N.” Reid agreed.
Hotch nodded, “Yes we have a team with at least a 50 mile wide comfort zone and an M.O. that may be linked to one of the escapees.”
“If I remember correctly Central Wisconsin is not that populous. Once you’re north of Madison proper, there are tourist towns and not much else.” Rossi mused.
“The combined population of the counties where the victims went missing is roughly one hundred forty six thousand seven hundred fifty people.” Reid articulated quickly, his need to be correct clearly driving him to share more facts.
“That’s pretty specific, man.” Luke noted.
“I took known population data from 2014 and extrapolated it with population trends of the region. Though I did round the figure. I find people are more accepting when I give estimations than precise data for answers.” Reid explained, Luke was listening quite intently.
“Alright, Reid, we get it. There are not many people in the area. That means there is more open land; both deciduous forests and farms.” Hotch pointed out.
“Also, I’m sure we are going to be drawing a lot of attention.” Lewis muttered.
“We’re the FBI, we always do.” JJ agreed.
“I am presuming she doesn’t mean you, Jareau.” You added softly. Tara Lewis and Luke Alvez shared a knowing look.
“Hell, even I stand out in parts of Wisconsin guys,” Rossi addressed the issue clearly. “There seems to be a mafioso wise crack waiting for me if I am too far north of Chicago-land.”
“Alright, we’ll work in teams, like always.” Hotch cleared the air. “Y/L/N, I hope you brought a go-bag. Wheels up in 30.”
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