About Face

"So the unsub tells her she's going missing to what? Psychologically torture her? And then torture her physically." I say looking at the papers as we are almost at our destination.

"Textbook sadist." Emily murmurs.

"A sophisticated one. He's elaborate." Hotch announces. Morgan picks up a photograph and examines it. A single white mask with one word written onto it in blood.

"Number one." Morgan utters.

"That particular mask is known as a false face. Most commonly worn during halloween and Mardi Gras." Reid explains as he plays with my hair band.

"Creepy. I rest my case." Morgan says as he plays with the ends of my socks on his lap.

"Her face-he mocks it. Then destroys it?" I question aloud. Everyone stays quiet in thought until JJ speaks up.

"Oh and Hotch, local media has the story. It broke big." JJ says with a sigh.

"Tell Carrollton we'll be there in 15 minutes if we don't hit turbulence." Hotch tells her. She nods and stands up from her plane seat, tugging out her phone.

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When we arrive we have been told that not only did the public give the unsub a name, but also a woman received fliers and is missing.

"It's outside this time?" I ask the detective.

"That's different." Morgan adds.

"No one saw someone put them up for 2 whole blocks?" Prentiss asks.

"Dallas P.D is still canvassing. But nothing so far. They're waiting for you folk on the scene." He tells Hotch.

"Morgan, Prentiss, and Del la Cruz you three go to the crime scene. JJ and I will talk to the roommate. Rossi go to the disposal site with Reid. Regroup here in an hour." Hotch announces. We all nod and go our separate ways.

"These houses sure are close together." Morgan notifies.

"Yeah..." Prentiss says noticing it as well.

"If I were the unsub, how do I get a woman out of her house without anyone seeing me?" I ask.

"Might have been stalking her for a while." Morgan states.

"She had a routine." Prentiss sighs.

I look around the street and furrow my brows.

"I know that look, what are you thinking?" Morgan asks.

"There isn't a lot of cover on this street." I answer. Morgan and Prentiss nod before looking out across the street.

"So I have a vehicle. It's big enough so I can watch her without being seen, but not so big to draw attention to myself." Morgan says as he pretends to be the unsub himself.

"No, neighbors would have noticed a strange car. It's human nature." Prentiss counters.

"And you'd definitely notice if some guy is standing on your street all the time." I add.

"Just doesn't make any sense. He didn't watch from out here." Morgan says with furrowed brows. We enter the backyard and look around.

"This is where I'd wait!" Morgan yells from behind us. I look back and see that he is properly hidden behind some trees and bushes in her backyard.

"Yeah, I'd never be able to see you from the house." Prentiss says as we walk over to where Morgan's standing. I step behind the bush and look down at the dirt floor.

"He was here a lot. Look at those deep footprints." I say pointing at the ground, imprinted with shoe marks. We hurry back to the station and all add what we have learned.

"Rossi pointed out that since the victims were weighed down, it suggests the unsub didn't want them to be found. Which suggests some part of connection between them." Reid says as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Detective, how long was Michelle missing?" Hotch asks.

"She was found on the fourth day." He responds.

"So she wasn't in the water long. So he held her for about 3 days." I say as I grab my phone and dial Garcia.

"I've been running all of Enid Whites credit cards." She says to me.

"What'd you find?" I ask.

"She made a purchase at 9am." She answers back.

"Today?" I question.

"Yep at a sporting good store in Dallas." She responds. I furrow my brows and look at Hotch confused. If she were missing how is she buying things.

"What did she buy?" Reid asks.

"A shotgun." Is all Garcia answers with.

"She can easily buy a shotgun in Texas. There's no waiting license." I announce.

"JJ call the store, find out if it was Enid or the unsub using her credit card." Hotch says sternly to her. JJ nods and walks away quickly. A cop walks up to us and stands infront if the detective.

"There's a woman on call, she sounds..." He starts but we cut him off by picking up the phone.

"This is the detective." He starts and puts the call on speaker.

"My name is Enid White." She speaks.

"Where are you?"

"The news report said that the police didn't believe the other woman when she saw the missing fliers." She says with a scared voice.

"That was a mistake." The detective says.

"I have a gun. I don't think I can stay awake very much longer." She says with a tired voice.

"I'm Agent Hotchner with the FBI. We believe you, and we want to help you. Can you tell us where you are?" Hotch asks.

"El Royal Motel in Dallas. Room 6. Hurry, please. He's gonna kill me." She says with a scared and urgent tone.

"Don't move, we're on our way." The detective says.

We run into the cars and quickly drive there, not bothering to put on our vests.

Once we arrive we get out and circle outside the Motel room.

"FBI!" Hotch tells before opening the door. I walk in and my face drops when I see that fliers line the room and a white mask sitting on the bed.

"She's gone." Prentiss says. We all sigh and put our guns away looking at the mask that reads number '2'.

A cop comes out holding Enid's dog, who she was walking before she went missing and brings him out into our car.

"We were here in 20 minutes. I can't believe we lost her." The detective says angrily.

"Maybe we haven't, he kept Michelle for 4 days." Hotch says calmly.

"But we don't got nothin!" The detective yells.

"Not true. There's a difference in the crime scenes." I state.

"No there are the masks and the fliers." The detective counters. Prentiss walks out of the house holding an evidence bag.

"Yeah, but the fliers weren't tacked up. They were just thrown around the room." Prentiss says.

"So?" The detective asks.

"So he left in a hurry. Almost like he knew we were on our way here." I say.

"This was under the bed. 973 area code." Morgan says holding onto a white flip phone with gloved hands.

"That's carrollton. The hotline number." The detective says.

"So it's hers. She used her own cell phone." I state aloud.

"You can get a cell intercepter at any electronics store." Morgan adds.

"You can?" The detective asks.

"Yeah. They cost like nothing." I answer.

"He probably sat right here and heard our whole conversation with her." Morgan says.

"We need to gather your men and deliver the profile." Hotch says before getting into his car.

Morgan and I get into the car and I smile once I notice the small pug dog that sits in our back seat.

"Awww." I gush and reach over to place the dog in my lap. Morgan smiles and pats the dogs head before putting the keys in the ignition and starts backing out if the parking lot.

"Isn't he cute?" I ask as I rub the dogs belly.

"He is." Morgan laughs as he stops at a red light.

"I always wanted a dog." I state.

"I think every kid wanted one." He says with a chuckle. I nod agreeing and play with the dogs ears.

"You think Olive and Tyler like dogs?" I ask. Morgan shrugs and continues to drive.

"Probably..." He says already knowing where I was going with this.

"We should adopt one." I say.

"Ohhh no baby girl. We're adopting not one but two kids. We've never done anything like this before. I doubt we can balance work, take care of them, plus a dog." He says. I frown but nod agreeing.

"Yeah you're right." I sigh.

"Look, I'm not saying never. Just not right now." He breaths out.

"I get it." I say with a small smile. He glances at me before pulling into the Police station and parks.

"Good." He says with a smile as he leans over and pecks my lips. We enter the station and prepare for the profile.

Once everyone is there we start.

"He's a white male. His shoe prints have been examined and puts him at about 5'11 and 165 pounds." Morgan announces loudly.

"He's patient. So he's quite mature. So he's about mid 30's to 40's." I add.

"Most likely has access to a house of some kind because he holds his victims for 3 days and disposes of them on the fourth." Reid announces.

"He's also fairly tech savvy. The fliers were made on a computer. And he used a device to intercept our call." Morgan states.

"Witnesses say they may have seen a white man put up fliers. But non could describe him, even with all the attention this case received." Hotch speaks.

"This tells us this man is unbelievably average. Nothing interesting about him." I say, holding nothing back.

"He is averagely built, average height, and it goes to his professional life too." Morgan adds.

"Probably works in a field where he doesn't stand out or doesn't make a mark." Reid says.

"He's obsessive. It's probably in his love life as well. When women won't see or over look his affection, rage builds until he has to attack that person." Hotch mutters.

"He's pissed off that nobody notices him?" The detective asks like he can't believe it.

"The masks are about the women. The fliers are about him." I notify.

"When he removes the victims faces it transfers his feeling of being ignored into a mission, give him a sense of power." Reid explains.

"And the power can make him arrogant, but it doesn't make him notable." Hotch says.

"How the hell do we catch an invisible man?" the detective asks.

"I think we can get him to contact us." Hotch tells him.

"What?"

"Well, the crime scene shows that he wants to deliver his message to the police. He isn't going public." Prentiss explains.

"By playing on his anger..." I start but trail off when I see the tv screen in front of us.

"JJ how'd they get that?" Hotch asks her referring to the media coverage about the masks.

"Not from me. I-I called all the local police departments and I stressed about holding the mask information." JJ says nervously.

"I called them. Told them to add it in. A trap and trace." Rossi tells us. We all look at him angrily before Hotch calls him away to speak privately.

"Why would he do that?" Prentiss asks.

"I don't know." I say sighing. A few minutes later Hotch and Rossi come back.

"This is good. Trick him to come to us." Hotch says. We all nod trusting Hotch's word and continue the profile. After we were done we all sat in our separate room, conversing.

The detective walks in and taps the wall.

"He's on the line." He says.

"The unsub?" Hotch asks and the detective nods.

"Demanded to speak to you guys." Everyone looks around, a way of seeing who will speak to him.

"I'll do it." I say before clicking the phone.

"This is FBI supervisory special agent Del la Cruz." I announce to the unsub, putting the call on speaker.

"You called me impotent." The unsub says in a hushed angry tone.

"Hm, did I?" I ask him, using a taunting voice.

"I'm not impotent." He whispers.

"Why are you whispering?" I ask.

"You lied! You lied!" He says in a hushed but still yelling voice.

"Are you at work? Thats why you're whispering?" I ask, not letting him get the upper hand in the conversation.

"You have to tell the news the truth." He says.

"How bout I get you on the news then you can correct me yourself." I say with a raised brow.

"No! You...you correct it." He snarls.

"Oh by the way, I was um, looking at the police security tapes the day Colluci went missing." I say in a taunting voice.

"What?" The unsub asks shocked.

"You stalked her long enough to know she was in the police station. You were in the station when she told the detective about her inkling of being stalked. Do you know what that means?" I ask tilting my head slightly.

"You're creep little face is planted all over those tapes. And when I find it, I'm gonna paper this whole city with it. Just like you did with all those innocent women. Everyone will see you, but you won't inspire fear. No...everyone will ridicule you." I say starting to let my voice get louder by each sentence.

"All you have is a stupid mask. And without it you are, always have been, and always will be...insignificant and invisible!" I yell getting on the unsubs buttons so I can make him devolve.

The dial of the phone ends and everyone looks up at me.

"Isla that was incredibly risky." Hotch says.

"There weren't any cameras. I lied." I say sitting down on my chair.

"You lied?" JJ asks. I nod and call Garcia.

"Did you trace the call?" I ask.

"Yep! Sent you the address." She says. I thank her and hang up.

"Let's go."

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A lot happened this chapter. I honestly thought this chapter wasn't the best and dragged but you tell me. Hope you enjoyed.

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