The Photographer
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1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,810
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters, nor do I make any type of profit from this.
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BROOKS HOME
Manassas, VA
“Jessica Brooks! This is the US Marshal service! Open up!” Three large officers stood outside the large oak door, waiting for Jessica to answer. The blond woman quickly carried Jack to his bedroom and locked the door before carefully approached the front door and looking through the peep hole. “Show me ID, all of you.” Her voice was muffled through the door but still audible. Each man slowly pulled out their credentials and held them up to the peep hole for her to see. Jessica knew that Foyet had killed her sister by pretending to be a Marshall, so she wasn’t about to let them just waltz in.
Once she was sure they were legit, she unlocked the two deadbolts and deactivated the security system to allow them inside. The agent that had been staying with her, Agent Anderson, had run out to pick up groceries, so she was taking extra precautions to stay safe.
“Miss Brooks, where is Jack Hotchner?” The shortest of the officers, a balding, blond haired man, moved towards the bedroom the young boy was lock in. “What is this about?” Jessica turned her attention to the tall brunette man that was standing next to her protectively. “We believe you may be in danger, primarily Agent Hotchner’s son.” She searched his green eyes, looking for the truth. “Does this have anything to do with Aaron being implicated in these murders?” There was silence amongst the two men as the oldest returned with Jack in his arms. “We’ll explain on our way to Quantico. Right now we need –“ “NO!” Jessica stomped her foot in defiance, looking at him determinedly. “You tell me right now what happened! Is Aaron alright?” The elder agent nodded in compliance as he handed the small boy to the third agent standing at the door to take him to the car. The blond man, Agent Cooper, guided Jessica to her couch before explaining what happened. “Agent Hotchner has been taken by the UnSub–murderer he was accused of being. He sent a package to the BAU that had a picture of Agent Hotchner, your late sister, and your nephew. We don’t know for sure if he plans on targeting you, but we just want to be safe.”
Jessica brought a hand to her mouth in shock as the tears pushed past her eyes. “Is Aaron…” The man shook his head, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “No, Agent Hotchner is still alive. The… UnSub has Agent Hotchner and the BAU is looking for him. I understand the despair you are feeing, Miss Brooks, but we need to be on the move for both your safety and the safety of Agent Hotchner’s son.” She slowly nodded and stood, allowing them to escort her out to the armored SUVs. She wouldn’t let Aaron lose his son, too.
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MARRIOTT COURTYARD HOTEL
Richmond, VA
“Thanks, baby girl. We’ll keep you posted.” Derek Morgan ended the phone call as he walked into the hotel room he was sharing with Reid. Just like back in Quantico, Hotch and Rossi were given their own separate rooms while the rest of the team doubled up. JJ and Prentiss were just across the hall, Hotch’s room next to theirs and Rossi’s room next to Spencer and Morgan’s. When the hotel management came by to ask if they still needed Agent Hotchner’s room, the lack of key card activity catching their attention, Morgan informed them that they would need the room for the duration of the team’s stay. He knew it was foolish, but he felt that if he gave up Hotch’s room, in a way, he was giving up on Hotch. The rest of the team concurred.
Derek had ordered the entire team back to the hotel, himself included, to catch up on rest he knew no one would get. As he expected, JJ, Rossi, Prentiss, and Reid were all in the room looking over pictures they had taken of the evidence. “I’m glad you’re all resting.” The acting Unit Chief looked at the team skeptically as he collapsed on his bed, pulling out a manila folder that contained the profile and suspect list from nine years ago that Garcia had combined with the one assembled when they came out here.
“Any news on Jessica and Jack?” JJ’s tired voice broke the thick blanket of silence that had overcome the team. Morgan didn’t move the file that blocked his line of sight to the blond agent as he answered her. “The Marshall service picked her and Jack up. They’re moving them to a secure location with multiple officers. They’ll be fine.” Everyone knew why they had assigned more than one Marshall to Jessica and Jack. No one wanted a repeat of what happened to Haley.
The silence settled around the team again as they continued studying the evidence and files they had. Derek took a pencil and drew lines through possible suspect’s names that could be eliminated due to key discrepancies between them and the profile. “This suspect list is extensive. Sixteen years of people who could be this UnSub… this is going to take time…” He had marked off all of the suspects that were under 6’2”; the video had shown that the UnSUb was taller than Hotch, so they had something physical to work off of. He then limited the list to white men, which matched the description given by both Mr. Borden and Mr. Garrisson. That still left him twenty-five people. The list ranged from cops and firefighters to journalists and realtors. They had a lot of ground to cover.
“All right guys, we have a lot of people to interview tomorrow and we all need to be at our best. Get some rest and we’ll meet in the lobby at seven tomorrow morning and start interviewing suspects.” He watched the team as they hesitantly stood, fighting the weariness they felt. “Guys, we’ll find him.” Derek’s words of encouragement, no matter however hollow they were, gave the team enough comfort to bring themselves to lay down and try to rest. They knew Hotch wouldn’t want them killing themselves over him, so they forced themselves to relax and try to sleep. Hotch would make it. He was tough.
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CRIME SCENE – JEFFERSON AND MAINE
Richmond, VA
Detective Warren Neal stood in front of the patrol car that had become part of the most important crime scene on the east coast. Following Agent Jareau’s advice, the Richmond PD only informed the media that a hit and run had claimed the life of Officer Walters and left out the part about the missing Unit Chief. While he felt Agent Hotchner would be found faster if the public knew, he understood why the FBI wanted to keep it under wraps. If the public knew that an FBI agent, a Unit Chief no less, was the latest victim everyone would panic and lose faith in the efforts of law enforcement.
“Detective Neal, we’ve found a tired track that doesn’t match any of the construction vehicles or the patrol car. We’re going to create a mold of the track and run it through the system to get an exact make on the UnSub’s vehicle.” The young officer returned to the tire track he and his colleagues continued to work. Warren nodded in understanding. “Make sure you contact both me and Agent Morgan with the results.” The elder detective turned and headed back towards his unmarked sedan as his cell phone rang. He had only taken two steps from the officers as he hastily flipped his phone open. “This is Neal.” There was heavy breathing and a shout of pain in the background in response. “Who is this?” The detective put the phone on speaker as he motioned for the other officers to stop what they were doing. One of them pulled out a pen and pad of paper to make a transcript of the conversation.
-- “You know who I am, Detective Neal.”
“Photographer.”
The detective’s voice was a grown as he realized the shout in the background had to have come from Hotch. “What the fuck do you want?” Sick laughter was his response as another shout of pain came from the demented man’s captive.
-- “I’m wondering why no one knows I have Agent Hotchner here. Don’t you miss him?”
“You know why that information wasn’t released!”
Another shout of pain was heard, causing chills to run down the detective’s spine.
-- “As you can hear, Aaron and I are having a lot of fun. But, you’re going to do us a favor. If you want Agent Hotchner to stay alive long enough for you to find him, you’re going to tell the reporters exactly what happened to Agent Hotchner and you will release the video of his kidnapping to the media. You have one hour to get a press release out.”
“Listen, you sick son of a –“
The detective’s tirade was cut off by a blood curdling scream that surely led to the agent losing consciousness. Neal had to reassure himself that it was for the best.
-- “You have fifty-eight minutes, Warren. I’d hate for Agent Hotchner’s son to find his daddy’s dead body in his front yard.”
Another sick laugh filled the speaker before the call was ended, leaving everyone in a stunned silence. “Get Agent Jareau down to the station immediately.” He sprinted to his car as one of the officers contacted the media liaison. They didn’t have much time.
Manassas, VA
“Jessica Brooks! This is the US Marshal service! Open up!” Three large officers stood outside the large oak door, waiting for Jessica to answer. The blond woman quickly carried Jack to his bedroom and locked the door before carefully approached the front door and looking through the peep hole. “Show me ID, all of you.” Her voice was muffled through the door but still audible. Each man slowly pulled out their credentials and held them up to the peep hole for her to see. Jessica knew that Foyet had killed her sister by pretending to be a Marshall, so she wasn’t about to let them just waltz in.
Once she was sure they were legit, she unlocked the two deadbolts and deactivated the security system to allow them inside. The agent that had been staying with her, Agent Anderson, had run out to pick up groceries, so she was taking extra precautions to stay safe.
“Miss Brooks, where is Jack Hotchner?” The shortest of the officers, a balding, blond haired man, moved towards the bedroom the young boy was lock in. “What is this about?” Jessica turned her attention to the tall brunette man that was standing next to her protectively. “We believe you may be in danger, primarily Agent Hotchner’s son.” She searched his green eyes, looking for the truth. “Does this have anything to do with Aaron being implicated in these murders?” There was silence amongst the two men as the oldest returned with Jack in his arms. “We’ll explain on our way to Quantico. Right now we need –“ “NO!” Jessica stomped her foot in defiance, looking at him determinedly. “You tell me right now what happened! Is Aaron alright?” The elder agent nodded in compliance as he handed the small boy to the third agent standing at the door to take him to the car. The blond man, Agent Cooper, guided Jessica to her couch before explaining what happened. “Agent Hotchner has been taken by the UnSub–murderer he was accused of being. He sent a package to the BAU that had a picture of Agent Hotchner, your late sister, and your nephew. We don’t know for sure if he plans on targeting you, but we just want to be safe.”
Jessica brought a hand to her mouth in shock as the tears pushed past her eyes. “Is Aaron…” The man shook his head, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “No, Agent Hotchner is still alive. The… UnSub has Agent Hotchner and the BAU is looking for him. I understand the despair you are feeing, Miss Brooks, but we need to be on the move for both your safety and the safety of Agent Hotchner’s son.” She slowly nodded and stood, allowing them to escort her out to the armored SUVs. She wouldn’t let Aaron lose his son, too.
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MARRIOTT COURTYARD HOTEL
Richmond, VA
“Thanks, baby girl. We’ll keep you posted.” Derek Morgan ended the phone call as he walked into the hotel room he was sharing with Reid. Just like back in Quantico, Hotch and Rossi were given their own separate rooms while the rest of the team doubled up. JJ and Prentiss were just across the hall, Hotch’s room next to theirs and Rossi’s room next to Spencer and Morgan’s. When the hotel management came by to ask if they still needed Agent Hotchner’s room, the lack of key card activity catching their attention, Morgan informed them that they would need the room for the duration of the team’s stay. He knew it was foolish, but he felt that if he gave up Hotch’s room, in a way, he was giving up on Hotch. The rest of the team concurred.
Derek had ordered the entire team back to the hotel, himself included, to catch up on rest he knew no one would get. As he expected, JJ, Rossi, Prentiss, and Reid were all in the room looking over pictures they had taken of the evidence. “I’m glad you’re all resting.” The acting Unit Chief looked at the team skeptically as he collapsed on his bed, pulling out a manila folder that contained the profile and suspect list from nine years ago that Garcia had combined with the one assembled when they came out here.
“Any news on Jessica and Jack?” JJ’s tired voice broke the thick blanket of silence that had overcome the team. Morgan didn’t move the file that blocked his line of sight to the blond agent as he answered her. “The Marshall service picked her and Jack up. They’re moving them to a secure location with multiple officers. They’ll be fine.” Everyone knew why they had assigned more than one Marshall to Jessica and Jack. No one wanted a repeat of what happened to Haley.
The silence settled around the team again as they continued studying the evidence and files they had. Derek took a pencil and drew lines through possible suspect’s names that could be eliminated due to key discrepancies between them and the profile. “This suspect list is extensive. Sixteen years of people who could be this UnSub… this is going to take time…” He had marked off all of the suspects that were under 6’2”; the video had shown that the UnSUb was taller than Hotch, so they had something physical to work off of. He then limited the list to white men, which matched the description given by both Mr. Borden and Mr. Garrisson. That still left him twenty-five people. The list ranged from cops and firefighters to journalists and realtors. They had a lot of ground to cover.
“All right guys, we have a lot of people to interview tomorrow and we all need to be at our best. Get some rest and we’ll meet in the lobby at seven tomorrow morning and start interviewing suspects.” He watched the team as they hesitantly stood, fighting the weariness they felt. “Guys, we’ll find him.” Derek’s words of encouragement, no matter however hollow they were, gave the team enough comfort to bring themselves to lay down and try to rest. They knew Hotch wouldn’t want them killing themselves over him, so they forced themselves to relax and try to sleep. Hotch would make it. He was tough.
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CRIME SCENE – JEFFERSON AND MAINE
Richmond, VA
Detective Warren Neal stood in front of the patrol car that had become part of the most important crime scene on the east coast. Following Agent Jareau’s advice, the Richmond PD only informed the media that a hit and run had claimed the life of Officer Walters and left out the part about the missing Unit Chief. While he felt Agent Hotchner would be found faster if the public knew, he understood why the FBI wanted to keep it under wraps. If the public knew that an FBI agent, a Unit Chief no less, was the latest victim everyone would panic and lose faith in the efforts of law enforcement.
“Detective Neal, we’ve found a tired track that doesn’t match any of the construction vehicles or the patrol car. We’re going to create a mold of the track and run it through the system to get an exact make on the UnSub’s vehicle.” The young officer returned to the tire track he and his colleagues continued to work. Warren nodded in understanding. “Make sure you contact both me and Agent Morgan with the results.” The elder detective turned and headed back towards his unmarked sedan as his cell phone rang. He had only taken two steps from the officers as he hastily flipped his phone open. “This is Neal.” There was heavy breathing and a shout of pain in the background in response. “Who is this?” The detective put the phone on speaker as he motioned for the other officers to stop what they were doing. One of them pulled out a pen and pad of paper to make a transcript of the conversation.
-- “You know who I am, Detective Neal.”
“Photographer.”
The detective’s voice was a grown as he realized the shout in the background had to have come from Hotch. “What the fuck do you want?” Sick laughter was his response as another shout of pain came from the demented man’s captive.
-- “I’m wondering why no one knows I have Agent Hotchner here. Don’t you miss him?”
“You know why that information wasn’t released!”
Another shout of pain was heard, causing chills to run down the detective’s spine.
-- “As you can hear, Aaron and I are having a lot of fun. But, you’re going to do us a favor. If you want Agent Hotchner to stay alive long enough for you to find him, you’re going to tell the reporters exactly what happened to Agent Hotchner and you will release the video of his kidnapping to the media. You have one hour to get a press release out.”
“Listen, you sick son of a –“
The detective’s tirade was cut off by a blood curdling scream that surely led to the agent losing consciousness. Neal had to reassure himself that it was for the best.
-- “You have fifty-eight minutes, Warren. I’d hate for Agent Hotchner’s son to find his daddy’s dead body in his front yard.”
Another sick laugh filled the speaker before the call was ended, leaving everyone in a stunned silence. “Get Agent Jareau down to the station immediately.” He sprinted to his car as one of the officers contacted the media liaison. They didn’t have much time.