*Briefing*

*Briefing*


(Amelia's P.O.V)


"Alright. Elise Robberts, twenty-three, was found in a fairground earlier this morning in Atlantic City, New Jersey. The security guard found her positioned on the merry-go-round during his early-morning shift. The cause of death is yet to be determined through an autopsy, and so is any evidence of sexual asssault," JJ began as soon as we were all settled in the briefing room. She clicked a device and an image of the victim popped up on the screen. She was a pretty young woman, with her honey hair styled perfectly, framing her delicate features, her face powdered professionally with make-up. Not a single flaw lined her skin; she certainly didn't look like someone who had just been murdered.


"However," She continued, clicking onto the next slide. Three more women appeared on screen, all similarly made up. "There's been three other cases just like this in the past four weeks. Each victim was found in a public area, positioned perfectly. Mary Halone, playground; Amy Butchett, themepark; Louise Parker, swimming pool."


I frowned. "Was the, er, cause of death determined for the other three victims?" I perked up, squinting at the photographs.


JJ nodded, her face solemn. "Cause of death varied between the three women; Mary and Louise died of brain hemorrhage and Amy had a stroke. But atracurium and doxacurium were found in each of the victim's blood. There was also vivid traces of bruising around the groin area; they were brutally raped, repeatedly."


I scowled at the floor. "They're neural inhibitors," I said. "They block signals from the brain to the muscles."


"He paralyzed them? And then raped them?" Morgan asked, disgust evident in his voice.


Reid nodded, matter-of-factly. "Yeah, these victims were rendered physically imobile for a week, suffering all kinds of sexual assaults, before the drugs eventually killed them."


The team lapsed into silence. A horiffic thought struck me. "So they could see everything that was happening to them?"


Reid nodded slowly, his face blank.


I leaned forward and propped my chin onto my elbows, heaving a sigh.


"So he kept each victim for a week, and then dumped them when they died?" Hotch asked, pacing slowly across the room, folder in hand.


"I wouldn't necessarily say 'dumped'," Morgan offered. "That make up is perfect; and look at those clothes! The Unsub did that?"


JJ nodded. "Yeah, the lipstick had only been applied at least an hour before the bodies were found."


"Hmm... so what does this say about our Unsub? They must either show a lot of remorse, or want to put on a show for himself."


"This guy's a sexual sadist," I offered, idly twirling a pencil between my fingers. "He probably gets off on knowing his victims feel helpless whilst he rapes them; he wants total domination over them. Yet he doesn't want to hurt them physically; maybe the death is a mere consequence of the drug. He replaces the women when they die to keep on living his fantasies."


The group silently agreed with my statement.


"Any connections between the victims?" Hotch suddenly asked, sipping his coffee.


"Not that we can see, no. All four women have completely different jobs, different lifestyles. Two are married, the other two are single."


"How about physically? All four have petite features. Their hair is blonde..."


"Eye colours are different," Reid countered.


"Okay. Wheels up in thirty minutes. We'll discuss this more on the jet."


We all nodded and silently filed out of the room. I collected my travel bag, tidied my desk, then met the others on the plane.


We set off within ten minutes.


I picked up the case files of each victim and hastily skimmed through them. Nothing struck me as being distinctive, so I walked to the rest of the team, now discussing the case amongst themselves.


"So, the bodies were found not that long after they were dumped?" Reid asked as I settled into the empty seat beside him. The roaring drone of the jet made my head pound, but I ignored it and listened to what was being said.


"Yes. As I said, the lipstick was freshly applied in each case. All four victims were reported missing a week apart from each other."


Morgan shook his head and shifted in his seat. "We confident this is a male Unsub?"


Reid nodded. "The roughness of the assault suggests aggressive male. The make-up may be part of his job; he could be a stylist or work in a shop that specialises in make-up."


"Okay, so what about the geographical side of it. They were all dumped in public places, right? They must have had complete access to each one. How?" I asked, sitting forward in my seat.


Morgan shrugged. "Who'd have access to all those places? Was there any signs of a break-in to any of them?"


JJ shook her head.


"And they're all in the same area?"


"Within a ten mile radius."


Hotch sighed. "Let's get some rest, for now. When we land, Reid and Shields, you can concentrate on geogrpahical profiling and victimology; Morgan and Prentiss can take the autopsies; Rossi and I will talk to family relations."


I nodded and returned to my seat, near the back of the plane. There, I pulled out my book and proceeded to read at a pace that was no match for Spencer's.


*Sorry about the long delay; I haven't really had time to write. You might have guessed, but this case is kinds based around 'Uncanny Valley' in Season Five. But it's not entirely the same, so I don't know if it really makes sense. Haha. Ah well! It's just a fanfic, right? Thanks for reading! :)*

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