It took a week.
Only a week for Mitchell Diaz's life to go down the drain.
It started out with the murders of two strangers in a city miles away. But once the BAU show up after the third murder occurs in her city, everything gets put together.
She...
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CHAPTER 77: ANGELS
AFTER DISCUSSING THE CASE AND HOTCH GIVING ORDERS, EVERYONE WENT TO DO THEIR OWN THING FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE FLIGHT.
Mitchell bit her lip and glanced over at Spencer, who was laying on the couch and still reading his book,
"You okay, honey?" Derek smirked,
"Has Spencer been acting weird towards you lately?" Mitchell asked him,
"What do you mean?"
Mitchell sighed and leaned back in the seat, "He said I looked nice earlier and then he was just... cold? I don't know maybe I'm reading into it too much."
"Spencer is... a complicated kid." Derek stated before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table between them, "But between you and me, he cares about you... a lot."
Mitchell furrowed her brows, "I care about him too."
Derek shook his head, "No, honey, he cares about you. And he was upset because you were on a date. Sometimes he doesn't know how to handle his feelings so... he just ignores the problem."
"I don't get it."
He smiled at her, "You will."
Once they landed, they immediately went to a hotel to get some rest before a full day of working the case. When the sun came up, Mitchell went with Dave and Alex to the coroner's office to get a closer look at the victims.
They stood around Abigail Jones, who was laying back up to show the signature cuts that all the victims had,
"The cuts on the back run underneath the scapula." The coroner mumbled, looking down at the clipboard,
"What kind of knife did he use?" Dave asked,
"Sharp one." He answered and Mitchell paused for a moment.
Well, she's never heard that answer before.
All three of the agents stared at the coroner before sharing a look, "Well, we've ruled out rape, but you still needed to run a rape kit on her. Why didn't you?" Blake asked,
"She was a hooker. This was easy math." He responded,
"Well, how about this? If this were torture, the victim would be flailing about. You'd see a jagged cutting pattern as a result." Dave explained,
"So?"
Mitchell rolled her eyes, "So, the marks on Abigail Jones are clean."
"How do you account for that?" Blake finished for her,
