Lucky Pt. 2

We arrive silently, turning off our headlights so the unsub doesn't know we arrived.

We all get out and grab our guns. Morgan leads us as always before kicking down the front door, and walking quickly inside.

"Morgan go right." Hotch says. We all go our sepreat ways but come up empty.

"Clear." I yell before putting my gun down slowly. The detective finds a secret door and motions for us to be quiet. 50's music rings out as Morgan slowly opens the door and descends down the wooden steps. I follow behind him with my gun drawn, ready to shoot if necessary. Once we are all downstairs JJ opens the heavy door as Morgan, the detective, and I run into the door. Chills run up my bare arms as we enter a freezer.

Bodies of frozen women are spread about causing me to lower my weapon.

"Dear god." The detective says as he looks around the massive freezer. Loud voices are heard from the other side meaning Prentiss and Rossi found something.

"Do you see Tracy Lambert?" I ask the detective. He looks over the bodies with a hurt look on his face before turning around.

"No...she's not here." He says before looking away from the bodies. I nod and exit the freezer.

"She there?" Rossi asks.

"No, not here." I say. A loud bang catches my attention causing me to run in that direction with Rossi. Derek kicks down another hidden door and aims his gun at the barely clothed unsub, who sits with his back towards us. His hunched over figure is over a desk, refusing to turn around when Morgan tells him to.

"I said turn around! Now!" Morgan's authoritative voice yells at the man. He slowly sits up with his hands in the air causing Rossi to lower his gun and grab his cuffs to give to Morgan. Morgan slams the cuffs around Floyd's wrists and hoists him up.

"Get up!" Morgan yells as the unsub gets up slowly to aggravate us. Morgan shoves him in my direction so I can talk to him.

"Where's Tracy Lambert?" I ask with venom in my voice. He simply smirks before looking down my chest, staring at the burn marks on them. A small smile plays on his lips before he licks his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving my chest.

Morgan tightens the cuffs and pushes the unsub to walk.

"Let's go! Don't fucking look at her!" Morgan yells before walking out the secret room. I put my gun away and roll my eyes slightly.

"You okay?" Rossi asks me.

"Oh yeah, if I had a dollar every time someone looked at me inappropriately I'd be rich." I say as I walk around the room, looking at the decor. Every inch was filled with Satanic rituals, candles, books, posters, and blood covering the walls.

"Lets go back to the station kid." Rossi says as he leads me out the door.

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"So he kills them after 72 hours. Tracy has only been gone for 24." I say aloud. Hotch nods before handing me the unsubs journal.

"Isla go find out where she is." He commands motioning to the unsub. I nod and make my way inside, only for my arm to be caught.

"I don't like the way he was looking at her." Morgan tries telling Hotch.

"Morgan this is the job." I tell him.

"Fine, Morgan go with her." Hotch says. I look at him surprised before he ushers me into the room. I calmly walk in with Morgan and sit down in front of the unsub.

Morgan opens the journal and starts reading.

"Kobe girl steak, huh?" Morgan says reading the first page of the unsubs 'human recipe book'.

"That's when you massage the meat." I say to the unsub. Floyd smiles slightly looking up at me through the rims of his glasses.

"These are some pretty unusual recipes you got here. You try them all?" Morgan asks.

"Which one's did you try?" Morgan asks but gets no response.

"I'll only talk to her." Floyd says barely audible.

"No you-" Morgan stops but I talk over him.

"Okay Floyd. Which ones did you try?" I ask him. Floyd finally looks up before answering.

"The ones with smiley faces next to the name. Others have a frown face." He answers. I nod slowly as Morgan and I look at the thick book.

"Do you hear voices Floyd?" I ask.

"I'm not smart. But I have a smart friend who tells me things." Floyd murmurs.

"Who's your friend?" I ask calmly.

"He wants me to tell you something." Floyd says this time looking at Morgan.

"Tell me what?" Morgan questions.

"You're watch has stopped." Floyd answers with a smirk. Morgan freezes before glancing at his watch, that indeed stopped. I roll my lips into my mouth while Morgan sits back, trying to show that the statement didn't spook him.

"Yeah I've been meaning to change the batteries for over a month." Morgan lies before he gets up and leans over the desk so his face is next to Floyd.

"We thought you chose athletically built women because you were attracted to them, but that was only part of it, right?" Morgan asks dangerously. I too get up and sit on the corner of the desk.

"You like a girl with a little meat on her bones right, makes for better recipes?" I question. Floyd looks up at me before answering.

"Skinny ones take drugs." He says with disgust.

"So what you don't like drug users?" Morgan asks.

"They taste funny. I want someone like you." He says looking up at me. I smile a tightly before leaning over the desk.

"Hate to break it to you Floyd but I smoke, don't think you want spoiled meat." I say with an edge in my voice.

"Where is Tracy Lambert?" Morgan questions.

"I'm not supposed to tell you." Floyd utters. "Only supposed to tell Father Marks." He finalizes. I look at Morgan than at the double sided glass, knowing the rest of the team heard that.

We leave the room and call Father Marks. After 10 minutes he arrives at the station.

"Hello Father." I say before leading him to Derek. Once we arrive to him Father Marks has a guilty look on his face as he stares up at Morgan. After a few moments Morgan gives the priest his hand to shake as a way of apologizing.

"You let agent Del la Cruz and I to do all the talking." Morgan tell him before retreating his hand.

"Understood." He says. I nod and open the door letting the priest go in first in front of me. We all sit in front of Floyd, Father Marks holding a look of fear on his face.

"I've done some really bad things." Floyd whispers.

"Everybody's done things are not proud of Floyd. But you need to talk about them." I tell him.

"Come on Floyd I got him here just like you asked. Now it's your turn to talk." Morgan announces.

"Where is Tracy Lambert?" I question.

"Father, I feel like God has abandoned me. Why?" He questions. Father Marks looks up to me for approval to talk and I nod.

"You are not alone my son. God is in us all." The priest says.

"So is Tracy Lambert." Floyd says with a sick smile. I furrow my brows and look at Morgan. Then it hits me.

"You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!" The priest yells as he jumps over the table to attack Floyd who is laughing loudly. Morgan jumps and restrains the priest just as the door opens and Rossi and Hotch come in holding the priest down. I sit frozen in my seat unable to do anything. A hand covers my mouth as I have the urge to vomit. Hotch puts cuffs on Floyd and begins to walk him out the room, but not before Floyd can tell me something.

"She's in You!" He yells causing me to grab the trash basket in the corner of the room and kneel over it, throwing up whatever substance was in my stomach. Reid comes and bends down next to me, holding my hair as I see Morgan angrily walk with Hotch holding Floyd. JJ and Prentiss talk to the priest, calming him down.

"Are you okay?" Reid asks as I finally stop throwing up. He hands me a tissue that I gladly accept.

"Not in the slightest." I say cleaning my mouth.

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Hope you enjoyed the chapter! There will be one more part of this episode.

I added the scene from the show because this episode literally gave me chills

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