Thread: Criminal Minds: Dead Like Them (randomname/Madam Mim)

JJ sighed in the passenger's seat as they drove to the address they'd been given. So we've got Lisa, white, female, twenty-eight Morris, black, male, fifty-two Rachel, Hispanic, female, fourteen Tom, white, male, thirty-seven and now Mary, Asian, female, sixty. It's like this unsub is varying their victimology on purpose. She scowled and looked over at Brennan. What sort of a person is conscious of that? Law enforcement maybe? It made no sense and honestly made her nauseated. She hated looking at these pictures and she was dreading talking to Lisa Craig's parents. This whole case just didn't feel right, and then with Gideon showing up then running from her...she didn't like it. Not at all. She ran her fingers through her hair as she thought over the facts of the case again. There had to be some connection. There just had to. Mrs. Craig, did your daughter know any of these people? JJ handed over pictures of the other victims--while they were alive--to Lisa's mother. The older woman was still crying, held by her husband, and shook her head when she looked at the pictures. No, not that I know of, she squeaked out before handing the pictures to Mr. Craig, who also shook his head. Why? Are they dead, too? No, she's definitely watching you, Morgan answered with a sly smirk. Derek had to distract himself with things like this, especially with crimes this grisly. The intestines had been wrapped around the handrail on the porch like a garland he had to use something to take his mind off of the sort of sicko who would do something like this. He glanced up occasionally and the woman's eyes never wavered from Spencer. He glanced up once more, however, and she wasn't watching the scene but instead talking in low tones with... Gideon? Morgan straightened up from what he was doing, but he wasn't fast enough. Gideon had already disappeared into the crowd. Scowling, he strode up to the police line and stood squarely in front of the onlooker. Where did Gideon go? he demanded, folding his arms across his chest. My friend is free to come and go as he pleases, Agent Morgan, she answered calmly, looking him in the eyes. It was unsettling, really. I'm sorry, what was your name? He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, ready to have her arrested for obstruction of justice if need be. He didn't get a good feeling from her. Evangeline Tannen, that's Tannen with two n's and an e, Evangeline replied calmly. My number is 206-555-3847 and I live at 14 Oakhurst Lane. Do you need my social security number, too, or is that enough to run a background check? She looked up at him as he wrote everything down and even smiled a little. I could let you copy down my driver's license number? she offered as an afterthought. That'll be fine Miss Tannen, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now. Morgan glared down at her, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect. Evangeline just shrugged. Alright then. I'll see you later, Agent Morgan. Is that a threat? Evangeline had started to turn on her heel but stopped halfway and looked over her shoulder. Think of it more as an appointment, she said with a small smile. Have a good day, Agent. With that she disappeared out of the crowd, leaving Morgan scowling after her until he went to continue processing the scene. Think maybe our unsub is a woman? he posed grumpily.