"W- Hotch you can't be serious, she's a criminal!" He shifted in his seat, but his face remained impassive. "So was Garcia. She's a good person, Strauss. Give her a chance."
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On the other side of town, Nova had just woken up from her beauty sleep. She wasn't going to lie when she said she loved her job hours. She was anything but a morning person. With her volunteering at the homeless shelter, the care home, as well as her "side hustle", she needed her beauty sleep. She got dressed in the laziest outfit she could muster up, though still wearing 4-inch heeled boots, and she clicked her way out of her house. She was planning to get to the care home to take care of her family. She sat quietly in the back of the taxi and watched the trees fly by as she sat in the car overthinking herself. Nova couldn't help but wonder how long she was going to be able to do this.
She also couldn't help but worry about what would happen if she was ever caught. In true Nova style, she wasn't at all worried about herself. She was worried about who would take care of her people if she got taken away. Who would volunteer at the homes and cheer up the elders that gave her city life? She wondered who would take care of the stranded people whose friends and family weren't there for them. She wondered if anyone would be safe with the number of perverts and disgusting rapists and felons that she put in jail every year roaming free if she wasn't there to catch them.
Meanwhile, the team was inching closer to finding out Nova's identity through her profile. They see that she has morals, strict ones, and with the way that people in this city act when they ask about her they know she's an important member of the community. They've all studied victims with the same M.O as hers. None of them could muster up even an ounce of sympathy for any of these victims. All of them are rapists, murderers, blackmailers, abusers. None of them had any proof of violence inflicted on them in any way other than mental. Spencer and JJ had arrived at Moira Valentine's house, the cousin of the police officer and Spencer hesitantly knocked on the door.
"Um, hello?" he said after knocking a few times. The door suddenly opened to find a hard-faced woman, about 25 with a scar across her face running from her left eyebrow down to her cheek. "Moira Valentine?" JJ asked hesitantly and the woman nodded, looking between the two confused. "Um, we're from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, FBI, we just wanted to ask you some questions," Spencer said, giving her the most reassuring smile he could muster. The woman's eyes hardened but she nodded solemnly and opened her door.
After Spencer and JJ talked to Moira, they narrowed down their profile massively. They ended up coming up with a profile, and JJ released it to the public on live television.
"The unsub is female, most likely between the ages of 23 and 28, has grown up in Richmond and lived there since she was small. She most likely doesn't have a close family, she was left to be independent at a young age and doesn't have both of her parental figures present. She would have to be conventionally attractive to lure that many people in without using violence or chemicals. She's an upstanding member of the community, you trust her, you love her, you care about her. It's likely she has a high IQ and a higher level of education above high school, and it's possible that her degree involves some form of human psychology. If you happen to know anyone like this, please-"
The television was cut off by Ruth, one of the warmest old ladies at the care home. "Well. I know damn well sure no one in this neighborhood is gonna rat you out, honey." Ruth said snickering. Nova flushed red and looked around to make sure no one was listening to what Ruth said. "Ruth! You know that's not true. Whatever. I knew this was coming. It's been coming for a while now. I'm not going to cry, or break, or whine about it. I put myself here by choice and I know damn well I don't regret it. Might as well make the most of my time while I can, right?" Nova said.
Ruth knew what that meant. It meant one last person, one last job. "Honey, it's dangerous, they'll catch you." Nova shook her head laughing. "Don't worry about it, Ruthie. Even if they do catch me. Remember what I told you? We are IMMORTAL HERE! This is our home, no one's gonna change that." Nova said with a large grin, gently shaking Ruth's shoulders. The rest of the home watched with big smiles on their faces; whenever anyone in the home complained about feeling old, or sick, that's what Nova would say.
Ruth shook her head as Nova grabbed her hands gently and said "Yeah that's what I'm talking about!" as one of the nurses there put on an old Elvis song. Nova knew she was going to get caught. She knew this was going to be the last time in a long time she was going to spend with the people from her neighborhood; so, Nova did what Nova did best. She made people smile.
