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part two - experienced
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season 4 episode 2
The Angle Maker
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She is young, inexperienced and naive. But unique. But also completely unnecessary.

These were the thoughts swirling around the mind of SSA Aaron Hotchner and he leaned back in his chair, allowing thoughts to consume him. The moment she left his office, he watched her. He followed her walk away, looking out the window to see her leave. Ivy Auclair didn't glide, she made her presents known.

He could only describe her as bold.

She greeted the others on the team, shaking hands and smiling. He noticed her lips, bright red. Her hair matched her pale look, she reminded him of a modern-day Snow White. Staring at her would corrupt the mind of other thoughts in ways nobody could describe. She was something so incredibly interesting. But her mouth, god she was going to be painful to listen to.

After the dealings his team had had in New York, dealing with terrorists and the death of the New York division leader, Kate, it was his first few days back on active duty. Having just been cleared for field work after the injuries he suffered in the car bombing, this was a headache Aaron did not need.

He zoned out, being brought back to this world with another text from Garcia reminding him of work. He grunted as he knew this case would take them out of the city for days.

"Round table, now.." Aaron called out as he left his office, everyone started to move, and she followed them while Emily explained the ritual to her.

Everyone gathered, reviving fills and paying full attention to the screen. Except for her, she decided to read through her documents first, examining them quickly, extremely quickly.

"This is Delilah's Grennan, she was bludgeoned and raped during the night at her home in Lower Canaan, Ohio," JJ explained.

"Lower where?" Emily stood beside her and questioned.

"It's a small town, 40 miles outside of Cincinnati." She further explained.

"Staging the body face up with the arms across the chest like that-" Reid began.

"A ritual." Morgan finished for him.

He looked to the new recruit, she displayed no interest in what theories the team was coming up with, instead scribbling along the margins of the case file, particularly in the area displaying the injuries the victims suffered.

"There's more," JJ continued, "Small puncture wounds on her stomach, note the lack of blood."

"They were inflicted postmortem, were there any other victims?" Emily questioned her.

"Kind of," JJ continued, finally grasping the attention of the new girl, "The victimology and signature match a serial killer from the same town ten years ago. Six victims over ten months, he called himself-"

"The Angle Maker," Auclair stated, speaking nearly over me, the first input she had had in this conversation.

"But they caught that guy," Reid interjected, she however had an unsure look on her face.

"He was put to death by lethal injection one year ago yesterday." JJ sighed, looking at the group.

"So we're looking for a copycat. Who's honouring the memory of his hero's death." Morgan explained.

"It says here they found semen at the crime scene," Reid followed up with, "Perhaps locals will get a DNA match when they run it through VICAP?"

"That's where it gets weird, they ran it already and they got a match," JJ explained, passing the results to Rossi.

"Then why did they call us?" Emily sighed to herself.

"You've got to be kidding me." Rossi exclaimed, "The match they got back on the DNA is to a Corland Bryce Ryan." The others looked at him with confusion.

"Otherwise known as the Angle Maker." She followed him up.

The room emptied of people and he took the few minutes they had before they needed to go to make his way to Strauss's office, in a fit of rage.

"You didn't see fit to inform me of the new team member?" Aaron furiously asked, crossing his arms and staring her in the eyes.

"Has the custom of knocking been lost on you, Aaron? We have been looking for someone with her skill set for this team. She will create an interesting dynamic, to say the least.." Strauss smiled, she knew more than she could tell him, you could see it on her face.

"What sort of skill set?" He asked, she looked a bit shocked.

"I do hope that you read her file, Aaron," Strauss knew he hadn't even looked at the documents sitting on his desk, she could win this one.  "You must understand, Agent Hotchner, we have been looking to hire Agent Auclair for a very long time. She will become a great asset to this team if you allow her to. Arrogance is a camouflage for insecurity, Aaron." She expressed to him.

She let out a small laugh before he left the room, knowing where his next stop was.

He's annoying, grumpy and a bit of a misogynist. Nothing else. Those were the thoughts of SSA Ivy Auclair hummed over as she headed for her desk. She was told to bring an overnight back in with her, something she already knew came with the job. Spending time constantly on the move, state to state was appealing in a way to her. Not because she had a grand dream to see the country of America. It was more due to the fact that she would never be in one place for too long. These cases allowed Ivy to use her address as a base camp and the rest of the country as her hide-and-seek zone.

Out of everyone, she was the first onboard the jet, a decently large plane with cream leather seats and oak wood accents. At her old job, the planes were most definitely not as nice as this. It was her space to look over the case file until Derek Morgan boarded the jet.

"So, new girl, you must have done something to Hotch for him to not even introduce you to us." He opened with, rather boldly.

"I am still unsure, Strauss hired me," Ivy explained and he instantly understood something which she had yet to learn.

"So, do you have a name?" He asked.

"Ivy Auclair, you need my social too?" She joked, leaning back into the chair and crossing her legs, closing over the file in front of her to listen to him.

"Not necessary. You from around here?" He asked, probing.

"I'm from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you?" It was her time to probe.

"Chicago. Not that interesting," Ivy could tell there was more to that, his demeanour shifting and becoming uncomfortable. "This is a tough first case, Auclair. If you need to talk or to you know, vent, that's okay." He explained.

"That's a generous offer, thanks." She knew however whatever horrors were awaiting us in Portland, I'd seen worse.

•———•———•

Derek had been right about the case being brutal. The past Angle maker was violent, using his bare hands to kill them.

The team profiled him as weaker than the original Unsub, but it was the semen that her history with medicine and genetics found particularly troubling. With Reid being the one to look silly by proposing the idea of an identical twin, Ivy could save herself a lot of first-day embarrassment.

Although she had more interest in acting in the field, Hotch assigned her to go straight to the station. He even sent Derek alone to the prison, instead of sending her with him. This meant dealing with and forming the theories after everyone knew the information.

Ivy went to the station along with JJ. They set up and before getting too comfortable, a deputy approached them. Immediately, she rang Derek to come back and handed the information she had just received back to Ivy. Someone sent a letter to a local newspaper claiming to be the Angel Maker.

Upon everyone's return, the letter was investigated.

"It says, 'I give you a legacy. A breath of life from the Angel Maker himself. Those who prayed to forget me will one day see my face and shrink in fear.'" Derek read aloud.

"Compared to the original correspondents, there are some shared characteristics," Ivy explained, Reid handed her the letter and I took it to a better light. "I would say it's authentic."

"How can it be authentic if the guy has been dead for over a year?" The local sheriff questioned me.

"Forgery is a possible. He could have also written it before his death. I'd say the latter is more possible." She explained further, Hotch staring her down.

•———•———•

Rumours that Ryan was dead were circulating in the small town, leading the sheriff to dig up his body. The dog that was supposed to stop rumours, however, almost confirmed them as no body could be found in the grave.

Questions to the warden were raised and upon interviewing him, it was discovered that the catheter was dislodged and the first attempt failed. They tried again, taking him a further hour to die.

Ivy had requested the video of the execution, unknown to Hotch at first, she wanted to see first-hand the procedure and how on earth it could have gone wrong. From doing this, Ivy learnt his last words. Almost identical to his first letter.

"Agent Hotchner?" She approached him, he looked increasingly annoyed by his presence.

"Auclair." He turned to her, leaning against the table and staring at her.

"I requested the video of the execution-"

"Did I give you consent to do that? You have to run your decisions through me before you make them, Auclair." He shouted, a few officers looking towards the commotion.

"You can yell at me if you want, but will you do it after you watch the tape?" She gave him nothing, no sign of being startled, no moment for him to revile in her weakness.

Not that she had any.

After watching, Rossi, Hotch and the sheriff isolate her from the conversation regarding the next move to make.

It seemed as though Ivy had been sentenced to life at the station with zero chance of parol, never to be allowed out into the field. After discovering another victim, it was time to give the profile. However, after the discoveries of the new victim, Emily was able to determine that the entire profile thus far was wrong.

"Firstly, this is not the work of a ghost." Hotch opened to the room of deputies. "This is the work from somebody who lives right here in Lower Canaan, this person is a woman."

"The last victim, Sid Rutledge, was the Angle Makers mule. He smuggled items out of the prison, including the seman planted at the first crime scene." Derek informed the group, so much for Ivy's evil twin theory.

"She killed Rutledge because he knew she was the copycat and also because he was blackmailing her," Ivy added, giving the o

fficers a bit of context.

"We now know that Rutledge was transferred to Hawkesville prison from a female prison, all in the wake of allegations that he was using his position to leverage sexual favours from inmates," Morgan added.

"We believe he did the same thing to our Unsub, in exchange for his silence he wanted sex." Hotch furthered.

"Because she shot him in the junk, right?" An officer questioned.

"That and the fact that he took a PDE-5 inhibitor shortly before his murder, the scientific term for Viagra," Ivy answered him, Spencer looked at her as if she had taken his question. She knew he was extremely smart but, he had established himself in the team, and nobody doubted him.

"We are looking for a white woman in her mid-30s and she is highly intelligent. She's not just a fan, she's a groupie." Hotch explained.

"She is not what you'd expect, more often than not these women are attractive, well educated, successful. Some are even married." Morgan followed up with.

"They generally fall into types, some are reformers. They are on a mission to save or even rescue these murderers. Often, this type of groupie has been raised in a repressive, even religious environment and specifically has been exposed to the ideals of sexual repression and subjugation of women." Reid gathered, passing the second type onto Ivy, something that would no doubt make Hotch mad.

"Our Unsub however is a different type, one who suffered from hybristophilia, a sexual attraction to men who commit violent crimes. They give her a power that she lacks, which stems from low self-esteem and a need for a father figure" She was in the middle of talking before another officer jumped in.

"Well, the victims were raped. So how do you explain that?" He said, carrying a smirk on his face.

"She's using an instrument to stimulate the sexual assault. Something that she would keep in her rape kit along with the weapon she's using to bludgeon her victims." She smiled back at him.

She needed that little win after watching her boss's confidence in her fall down the drain.

•———•———•

Another victim was discovered, the body of Maxine Chandler, the owner of a daycare. The identity of a woman, whom the previous killer called Dove, was discovered and while the team investigated the crime scene, Ivy sat with Spencer to read the letters.

After a few minutes of looking at the peculiar letters referring to birds and a grand garden, all seen in the yard of death row inmates, something immediately clicked with me.

"It's a code," She said, Reid, looking at her with letters in hand and Rossi passing her the ones that he had.

"What do you mean?" Rossi asked.

"Look at the letters, he's writing this bad on purpose to encrypt something for our copycat. He knew the letters would be screened by the Warden so, he created a code." She stood up, pulling over a fresh whiteboard to start cracking it, "I do like a good puzzle."

"Good catch, Auclair," Rossi smiled at her while leaning down to Reid, "Remember when you once told me you wanted to clone yourself?" He nodded over to her although, Ivy had already gotten started.

•———•———•

Emily realized the puncture wounds were in the shape of constellations and that in the constellation family, the victims were working on, there were nine shapes. The original killer had killed six people, and the new killer had killed the town. That meant there was one victim left.

Through the letters, Spencer and Ivy determined that the code was Aryan and the cypher was based on a 400-year-old code, making it a binary code. It was extremely complex.

"There are 31 possible combinations," The pair explained to the team.  "Normally people use a computer but instead I found it easier and quicker to do it all long-hand," Ivy added, Emily, moved closer to her and Spencer.

"They're so lifelike." She said while baffled, poking their faces.

The team learned that Dove made contact with the unsub shortly after the trial. They were in love, a freaky type of love.

"What does she mean by, 'I will bring a part of you back into this world?'" Emily asked.

"The murders?" Morgan offered up as a solution.

"No, she's ending what he started with the murders. What if she meant his child?" Ivy answered, the group looking at her as if she had the floor, "She wanted him to watch over 'us', not just her. She used the samples to get pregnant and to plant."

•———•———•

After dealing with a copycat to our copycat, one who was also in love with Ryan and was angered by the other killer's love, the team came back to the idea of a kid.

Through the letters, Garcia found nine names that got narrowed down to a woman who was on the Jury, Chloe Kelcher. The team went straight for her house, which was empty, meaning she was already hunting. At the house, they found the probable next victim, Faye Landreaux. Ivy joined the team at Faye's home as they prepared to go in and make contact with the armed Unsub.

"What do you think, Hotch?" Morgan asked in the debate on what to do.

"I think you should look for an open window. I need all vehicles around the front and I need a megaphone." They knew the woman was inside already and we lined the street while they waited for Morgan to come back.

"Hotch, I don't think you can get through to her," Emily explained from behind the large and armed police barrier that the team had created.

"No, only a woman would." He said, handing her the megaphone.

"Not me, let Ivy-"

"Absolutely not."

"She's experienced in this type of thing, on a different level than all of us. She is our best possible chance of getting Faye out of that house alive." Emily fought back which eventually led to Hotch giving in and passing the megaphone to Ivy.

"Remember, Ivy, the profile is clear you cannot talk this woman down" Spencer explained.

"You need to occupy her, if we are right about the MO, she's left a window open and Morgan will be able to find a way in," Hotch spoke to her, the first semi-positive sentence he had strung about her.

Hostage negotiation was not a new field for Ivy. She had spent time talking people down and learned from mistakes. Knowing at least some of this team's background, she knew she most likely had more experience in this area.

"Chloe, this is the FBI, we know you are in there and we know what you are going to do. I know you are finishing what Cortland Ryan started and that you think it will bring you closer to him but, I think you should know who he was. Chloe, the truth is, the same things he wrote to you are ones that he wrote to many different women. I've seen the letters and I've compared them, dozens read the exact lines. 'Without the flesh, there is only the soul. You don't need to touch me the love I have for you,' does that sound familiar, Chloe? He was a narcissist, Chloe, he wasn't capable of loving anyone but himself."

Suddenly, the woman in the house ran around the front alongside Morgan. Ivy heard Chloe in rage scream from outside the house and the sounds of destruction that she was no doubt creating.

"It's over, Chloe, we have Faye. You have nowhere to go."

The front door to the house cracked open and suddenly, Chloe walked out to be greeted by blaring sirens and guns pointed at her.

"Chloe drop the gun, just drop it," Ivy begged her but she kept walking closer and closer to the sirens.

"I'm coming to you, baby." She calmly spoke, pointing the gun directly at Ivy.

Ivy didn't freeze, she didn't tense up. She knew that any shot made here would be a justified one. She pointed my gun right back, shooting her in the chest. Her bullet hit the car door, having so much power that it flew straight through, grazing across her shin. Ivy felt the hit it made along the lower side of my shin, the surprise of it kicking her to the floor.

Hotch was grabbing his head, Rossi running to him to hold him up. She gathered it was from the sound of seven guns being shot right beside his earl. Derek ran towards Ivy, who was still on the floor, pulling up her trouser leg to see the damage.

"Derek I'm fine, just a graze. I will live," She smiled, trying to stand up.

"Do not move, I'm having a medic check you out. You were shot." He said, almost through anger.

"It's a graze and anyway, it wouldn't be the first time," Ivy smirked.

•———•———•

Hotch didn't fly back with the team, not wanting to risk further damage to his ear, after hurting it from an explosion in New York, as she learned on the journey back. A woman from the town had made us brownies for the journey, a guilty pleasure.

"Getting shot on your first case, that had to be a bad omen." Derek laughed as she sat with the group on the journey home, he had a browine in hand and looked quite content in his chair.

"Come to think of it, it's more like a tradition. I got shot on the first day of my last job too." She explained, taking another piece of brownie.

"Where were you before?" Emily asked.

"Interpool," Ivy answered her, a small look of confusion took over her face.

"Huh? You must have seen a lot of cool stuff there." She asked.

"Yeah, I did. Although, it's all classified."

Emily's confusion was not unexpected. Ivy knew that she had previously been at Interpool. She knew that Emily didn't know who she was or at least couldn't piece it all together. She knew that even if she tried to find out, nobody from her old position would tell her.

All she would know is that Ivy worked there and now, Ivy works at the FBI.

does Emily know Ivy???? who knows...
Ivys first case was eventful but probably her most passive experience at the BAU.
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- Jamie