Son of a sinner

3 - Lucky

"Everything here is edible; even I'm edible. But that, dear children, is cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies."

― Johnny Depp

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"Good morning, princess," Derek greeted Garcia.

"Good morning," she said back and tried to continue on her way, but Derek stopped her.

"Whoa, pump your brakes," Derek told her and gestured for her to come back to him. "Every day, I say, 'good morning,' and every day, you say, 'I'll show you a good morning, hot stuff,'" he explained. "Every day. Not today?"

Soren looked up from his desk. It was true that the two always had that exchange. He found their flirting entertaining but also couldn't tell if it was just friendly banter or if they were in love.

"I hate profilers," Garcia remarked. "Do you know that?"

"Spit it out."

"Fine," she relented. "I met a guy..."

"You did what?" Derek questioned.

"Coffee shop," Garcia told him. "Smoking hot. I fixed his computer, and then he asked for my number."

"And you just--"

"Gave it to him."

"Can you believe that?" Garcia remarked. "A complete stranger. Did I mention he was smoking hot?"

"Uh, yeah," Derek told her. "Yeah, I think you did."

"Okay. It happens."

"No, it doesn't, not to me, not like this," Garcia told him.

"Not like what?" he asked.

"I'm not the girl men see across a smoky bar and write songs about," she responded.

"Sweetheart--" Derek tried to speak, but Garcia interrupted him.

"It's okay. I do just fine. But it takes a minute, you know?"

"Okay, so what's the problem?" Derek inquired. "You think it's all happening a little too fast or something?"

"Yes. I--I don't know. Maybe," Garcia stammered. "What do you think?"

"I think you should always trust your gut. So sure, if he seems a little too smooth or maybe even a little too smokin' hot, then maybe you should walk the other way," Derek told her.

JJ walked past with a file in hand. "Hey. We got a bad one," she told them.

"How bad?" Derek asked.

JJ turned back still walking as she replied, "Florida."

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Two photos were shown, one of a dead woman's face and the other of what Soren believed to be the woman's ID, "Bridgewater, Florida," JJ began. "Local girl, Abbey Kelton, 19, left her parents' home to go to the local junior college."

"She never came home," she informed. "Three days later, joggers found her--part of her--in a nearby park."

Emily spoke up. "What did that to her?" she asked.

"Bridgewater's off of I-75, which is often referred to as Alligator Alley," JJ gestured to the screen, "for reasons that are now apparent." She paused. "Everything below the waist had been eaten."