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Chapter 67 - Big Sea

Fleur was waiting in the lobby of the BAU for Elijah, he texted to say he would be a little late.

"Fleur, I'm here." Elijah ran up to the door, nearly falling through.

"Jesus." Fleur chuckled,"How long ago did you wake up?

"That.. That is classified information." Elijah pointed.

"Five? Ten minutes?" Fleur raised a brow.

"Shut up." He sighed.

"Come on." Fleur walked to the elevator.

"I'm coming." Elijah nodded as he followed her.

Fleur pressed the button to go up, just as the doors were about to close they heard a voice.

"Hold the door!" Seaver ran up.

Elijah sighed and slowly stuck his foot out, not even really trying to reach the door in time.. But he did.

"Oh- Elijah, Fleur. Thank you." Seaver smiled as she walked in

"No problem." He nodded, glancing over at Fleur.

"Nice weekend?" Fleur tried to make conversation, leaning against the wall.

"Yes, I had quite a nice time." Seaver hummed.

"Good." Fleur nodded slowly,"Eli, remember the time Emily was still drunk when she came to work after girls night?"

"Oh, trust me. I could never forget that." Elijah chuckled softly.

"Can we.. Not talk about her?" Seaver cleared her throat.

"Excuse me?" Elijah blinked.

"Sorry." Seaver fixed her hair,"Emily was great, an amazing woman but she's gone, we don't need to bring her up anymore."

Fleur looked at Seaver,"You have no right to even mention her name. Now- I tolerate you, Ashley but the one thing you do not do is tell me to forget about my dead friend."

"I'm not saying you forget her-"

"No, that's exactly what you just said." Elijah pointed,"And hey, while we're at it, I've got a few things I need to say to you."

"I was only just saying-"

"You're not the only one on this team with daddy issues- Hell, you're not the only one with a serial killer dad."

"I..I know." Seaver nodded.

"Do you know what I went through? Do you know the things I saw?" Elijah stepped closer to Seaver.

"I understand."

"No- You don't! You were eighteen, I was ten. He made me stand there and shoot a girl in the face."

Seaver stood still, not saying anything.

"You make it out to be the only one on this team with problems, Ashley." Fleur crossed her arms.

"I just-"

"I had to kill people because people trained me for it when I was eight years old. At least you never had to pick up a gun and kill someone- Watch the life drain from someone."

"Even after the killing was over.. I still managed to die twice before reaching my eighteenth birthday." Elijah shook his head.

"I'm..I'm sorry you two went through that." Seaver sighed.

"It doesn't matter." Elijah shrugged.

That's when the elavator dinged, Seaver walking out immediately as the doors opened.

"That felt so good." Elijah turned to Fleur.

"And no one saw a thing." She sighed.

"And let's face it, she probably won't snitch."

"I feel like I'm in college again."

"You did this sort of thing in college?" Elijah chuckled.

"I was one of the popular girls. Everyone hated everyone, even friends." Fleur sighed.

"Hm, that must've sucked. Everyone seemed to like me." Elijah shrugged.

"Lucky." She hummed.

"I know, right?"

Fleur chuckled and walked out of the elavator to their desks.

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The team had been gathered at a beach in Florida, several.. Pieces of bodies had been discovered in a pipe.

"The barge moves up and down the coast, repairing beaches from weather damage." An employee, Andre, told Hotch.

"And how deep is the water that this sand is coming from?" Hotch asked.

"About a hundred meters." The other, Stacey, nodded,"The pump spews out all kinds of stuff from the ocean floor."

"And you do this every year?"

"First time in Jacksonville. We just moved the barge here three days ago." He shook his head.

"Thousands of miles of open water and blind luck uncovers an UnSubs graveyard." Rossi sighed.

"I had them stop the pump once I realized what this was." Andre nodded.

"We're going to need you to turn the pump back on. If you don't keep digging we're not gonna know how many bodies there are down there." Hotch told them before he walked off, answering his phone,"What did you find?"

"A scary math problem. I just finished doing my Jacksonville missing persons sweep. There are six unresolved cases, three of which are kids, and you have nine adult bodies." Garcia ranted.

"Then he's not hunting here, widen your search." Hotch instructed.

"Yeah, I will do that. Just remember, it is difficult to ID match a thigh bone or coccух." Garcia hung up.

"Agent Hotchner?" A man walked over.

"Yes, sir?" Hotch turned around.

"Detective Foreman. Call me J.T." He shook Hotch's hand,"Not the most cushy arrangement, but it'll keep your team close to the crime scene for now."

"No, thank you for setting this up." Hotch nodded.

"Of course."

"This will help us preserve what we can. Excuse me." Hotch walked off and entered the tent.

"You know, based on the parasites on the most recent kill, the Unsub killed as recently as one month ago, which means he's still active." Reid turned to him.

"How did you establish a timeline so quickly?" Hotch asked.

"By reverse engineering mother nature. Each year, sand and sediment, cover up the remains, creating layers in the ocean floor." He explained.

"Well, it makes sense. The deeper the pump dug, the older the remains." Hotch sighed.

"Nine victims in nine years shows that he's in control of his urges." Elijah nodded slowly.

"Any sense of victimology?"

"Only that he likes variety." Reid shook his head,"Pelvic bone width indicates that he kills both men and women and skull structure suggests that he crosses racial lines as well."

"Agent Hotchner, excuse me. We found three more Remains." J.T walked over.

"If he's been dumping this long, it's not just out of convenience. There's got to be an emotional tie as well." Elijah sighed.

"He'll change his MO because he has to, but he won't be happy about it." Reid nodded.

"Then he'll have the entire Atlantic to choose from." Hotch shook his head.

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"At this moment it would be premature to comment on the details of the case." Hotch began to talk to the press,"Our goal is to identify the recovered remains as quickly as possible for the families involved. In order to expedite that, we're asking that the families or friends of people who went missing on the East Coast of the United State since the year 2000 come forward."

"Well be matching DNA to the remains. It will be helpful for us to have a personal item from each of the missing persons." Rossi contiued,"An article of clothing, a hairbrush, a blanket, a pillowcase, medical or dental records if you have them."

"We're also looking for items of significance to help us determine the last known whereabouts of each of the victims. Correspondence like letters or emails will be helpful." Hotch added as Morgan stepped to the side once his phone ran.

"Morgan was telling me how difficult these cases can be." Seaver spoke up, turning to Rossi,"Who did he lose?"

"I don't think you need to know that." Fleur gave Seaver a look before she walked over to Morgan, seeing if he was alright.

"I'll stay in touch." Morgan sighed, hanging up and looking down at his phone.

"Who was that?" Fleur walked over.

"My Aunt Yvonne." Morgan turned to her,"She thinks it's Cindi again."

"What did you say?" She sighed.

"I told her we know what happened to Cindi, that this wouldn't be her."

"I just wish she would accept that "

"She needs to." Morgan nodded,"Cindi.. She's gone."

"I'm sorry, Derek." Fleur sighed.

"Don't be, it's not the first time I've had to answer that call."

"Come on, we better head back."

"Yeah.. You're right." He nodded.

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"Meet our first confirmed victim, Dr Samantha Cormick." Reid placed a photo of her on the board,"Since her DNA profile was already developed, we were able to save a couple of days."

"So he dumps here and hunts in Charleston." Morgan nodded.

"Tourist spot. Larger victim pool." Fleur shrugged.

"But its a 250-mile trip back here. It's a lot of exposure." Hotch shook his head.

"Torture takes time and privacy." Fleur sighed,"Disarticulation is a mess."

"You know, he could have a mobile torture chamber in his truck or trailer. We've seen that before." Reid suggested.

"Or maybe he doesn't drive at all. He could do it all from his boat." Morgan pointed.

"Well, if he gets them on board in Charleston and sails them out here, he'd have time for both." Reid nodded.

"And nobody would even notice a fisherman tossing chum into the water." Morgan sighed.

"Yello?" Garcia spoke as Hotch called her.

"Garcia, we've got more information about the Unsub's boat. It might help you narrow your list." Hotch answered.

"Okay. Bring it."

"Can you give us boats with cabins large enough to hide a torture chamber?" Morgan asked her.

"Torture chamber- Cause that would, yeah, totally be listed in the manufacturers specs of amenities." Garcia shook her head.

"Try cabin dimensions." Reid suggested,"Start at ten by ten feet, and cap it at thirty."

"That is totally gonna take forever 'cause I gotta go record by record. You are lucky I love you. Bye." Garcia hung up as she started typing.

"We need to go back to the families and see who else got a postcard. This might finally be a link in victimology." Hotch told them.

"Sending goodbye postcards as a ruse is a gamble. Even if written under duress, a victim could sneak their own message into it." Sesver shook her head.

"I don't think this was written under duress. You said Dr Cormick wasn't taking medication for Parkinsons, right? Look at her handwriting." Reid handed over the letter.

"No indication of tremors or shaking." Elijah nodded.

"There's a drug called triliamide. In minute doses it can be used to treat Parkinsons, but it's main use is for seasickness." Reid explained.

"Something a fisherman would have access too." Rossi pointed.

"And criminals in South America. Intel reports say they figured out a high dose makes a victim totally compliant." Morgan added.

"Yeah, they slip it in your drink or blow the powder in your face and nasodermal absorption is almost immediate." Reid explained,"You're instantaneously susceptible to any suggestion. There have been reports of locals letting thugs into their apartments to rob them, even helping them load the getaway trucks."

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Everyone stood at the front of the local cops as they began to give the profile.

"The Unsub we're looking for is a thirty to forty year old fisherman currently chartering his boat to tourists trying to find a victim of medium risk." Morgan began.

"What's medium risk?" J.T asked him.

"Say your car breaks down in a bad neighbourhood. Once you're outside your normal routine, there's a greater chance for victimisation. Hence, medium risk." Seaver explained.

"Each of these victims was trying to start over. They were out of a relationship or starting a new job, but to this Unsub, they were abandoning their responsibilities." Hotch continued.

"You can tell this in the messages that he forces them to write. 'It's too much', 'There's nothing for me here', 'It's better if I leave?'" Reid pointed.

"We believe this anger stems from his first victim, his father." Elijah nodded.

"Most likely a local fisherman, definitely an alcoholic and based off this Unsub's level of sadism, violently abusive." Fleur added.

"He's also the first person to abandon the Unsub. Walked out on the family, maybe, even wrote a postcard like this." Rossi told them.

"So the Unsub picked a site of significance to them both, a spot known to a local fishermen that he turned into his prison." Hotch sighed.

"But that's gone now, so where will he head next?" J.T asked.

"Well, he can't go back to that spot, but he won't leave Jacksonville either. That prison was his responsibility, and without it, he'll cling to what he knows." Fleur explained.

"He'll change his MO, and that'll make him erratic. He'll escalate his sadist and he'll kill uncontrollably until he finds another spot in the ocean to replace this one." Hotch finished,"Thank you."

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"James took the train three summers in a row during his parents divorce. His aunt from South Carolina bought the tickets, filled out the unaccompanied minor paperwork, which is why it isn't show up in my search." Garcia rambled.

"What's the train line?" Reid asked her.

"Surfrider. It makes stops in Jacksonville, Charleston and Miami." Garcia answered.

"Cross-reference your list of boat owners with railroad employees." Hotch instructed.

"I got a hit on a last name. Chuck Wells, local fisherman, son Blake, conductor on the line. And there it is, he didn't show up for work this week." Garcia typed.

"Is there a current adress?" Elijah raised a brow.

"No. Only a boat in the dad's name, which moved to Norfolk in 2000 when the mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She died a few months later."

"Dad walked out and the Unsub had to punish him for that." Morgan sighed.

"James doesn't fit the victimology, it doesn't make sense why the Unsub would take him." Fleur shook her head.

"He picked up on a father-son relationship that reminded him of his own." Rossi crossed his arms,"What he didn't count on was Gary fighting for James' life."

"How do we know the UnSub hasn't already killed James?" Seaver asked.

"So far he's only punished people who've abandoned their responsibilities." Hotch told her.

"But that's exactly what James is to him now, a responsibility." Morgan sighed,"The Unsub's gonna get angrier and angrier at that kid, and when he does he's gonna become more like his father."

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"Garcia narrowed the Unsub's history with his dad down to two locations." Morgan looked up at J.T,"Seaside Pier, which is where Chuck Wells used to dock his boat."

"All the locals do. It's the cheapest spot to tie off." He nodded.

"She also mentioned a cannery on Saint John's River." Morgan pointed.

"That place went out of business last year. It's abandoned." J.T shook his head.

"The dad brought his catch there while the Unsuh worked the floor. Started at sixteen, which is roughly the same age as James." Morgan crossed his arms.

"Alright, we'll split up. Morgan, you take one SWAT team and go to the cannery. Detective Foreman and I will take the other and we'll go to the docks." Hotch ordered.

"We can be in both locations in five minutes." J.T nodded.

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Fleur and Elijah walked into the interrogation room where they currently had the UnSub, Blake Wells, once they caught him.

"Alright, Blake, this is how this works. We verify every word you say against forensics and records. You lie to us, deals off." Elijah explained to him as he sat down.

"What do you want to know?" Blake asked.

"Let's start with how you abducted these victims." Elijah slid a picture of a woman in front of Blake.

"Carol Reed. I could smell the fear on her. She promised me she would do anything if I let her live." Blake smirked.

"Your method of abduction?" Fleur asked.

"She was easy." Blake shook his head,"She was a method addict. I told her I was holding."

Fleur then slid over another picture of a male this time.

"Alton McKee. I caught him off guard. He was running away from his nagging wife." Blake chuckled,"He couldn't stop calling her a bitch."

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Elijah crossed his arms,"You making up for your loss?"

Blake's grin slowly disappeared,"What loss is that?"

"Well, it must've really gotten under your skin that they stumbled across your perfect, little hiding place." Elijah leaned forward.

"Not really. How do you know I don't have a dozen more just like it? It's a big sea." Blake shrugged.

"No." Elijah shook his head,"Blake, it's the same place you dumped your own father. He was the most important one, so you have to come back to dump the other bodies."

Fleur then showed another picture, this time of Cindi.

"I didn't dump her, did I?" Blake looked up at Fleur,"She means something to you, doesn't she?"

"They're all special to me, Blake. If you can't remember her, we can just move on." Fleur nodded.

"I do remember her. Do you want to know, Agent Howards, who she cried out for right before I made her slice her own throat?" Blake tilted his head.

"Go ahead. Tell me." Fleur crossed her arms.

"You. She cried out for you." Blake told her,"Where were you when she bled out on the floor of my boat?"

Fleur leaned forward,"You're a sick son of a bitch. But you didn't kill her."

Blake leaned forward as well,"I did kill her."

"No, you didn't. And I was very clear about the rules. Deals off." Elijah spat as he stood up.

"I did kill her. You said you wanted to learn from me, and now you won't listen! Hey- Get back here!" Blake shouted at them as they left the room.

"How did you know?" Rossi turned to Fleur.

"He knew his victims names, he didn't know Cindi's." Fleur shook her head,"I gotta go tell Morgan and his aunt."

"Agent Howards, you get back here!" Blake comtiued shouting,"Agent Howards!"

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"Hopefully that will calm your aunt." Fleur sighed as she sat next to Morgan on the plane.

They had lied to Yvonne. They had told her that Blake picked out Cindi's picture.

"She'll be able to sleep again." Morgan nodded,"She'll have closure."

"It's what she needed." Fleur assured him.

"It's what she's needed for a long time." Morgan agreed.

Fleur leaned against him,"She must feel..Horrible. I mean- I lost Addy, but I didn't have time with her. Your aunt must've felt like her whole other half was gone."

"She's.. She did. Deep down, she blamed herself for letting Cindi get on that train." Morgan shook his head, wrapping his arm around Fleur.

"Don't beat yourself up about it..At least your aunt has some weight lifted."

"I'm glad I was able to do that for her, y'know?"

"I just never want to face Blake again, I was so close to giving him a slap."

"You won't have to, I promise." Morgan kissed her cheek.

Fleur hummed softly and leaned into him, "I'm going for a nap."

"Sweet dreams, babygirl." Morgan smiled.

Meanwhile, Reid was laid on the couch next to Elijah, reading his book.

"You comfy?" Elijah asked him.

"Am I okay to be laying here?"

"Of course." Elijah told him, playing with his hair.

"I'm not being annoying?"

"No, you're not being annoying."

"Okay." He nodded.

Elijah kissed his forehead,"I don't think you could ever annoy me."

"Not even when you buy me books?"

"Nemmeno allora. Ricorda, ti amerò sempre, angelo mio." Elijah whispered to him.

Reid smiled,"I love you too."

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