Clueless

Trivial

"Do we have a spree killer on our hands?" Rowan demanded as she stepped onto the latest crime scene: the death of the eight woman.
"He's killing every two hours now. He's effectively time stamping his victims." Spencer mused.
"You two haven't gotten ten feet from each other since you got back." Morgan told them.
They both looked at each other then away quickly.
"Yeah, well, we've got a case, Morgan. That's why we were called in from our honeymoon, remember?" She smiled as she scolded him.
"It's too controlled to be a spree. He knew these women would be home alone when they were killed. There's no sign of sexual assault; there's not even the same victimology. These women aren't surrogates." Rowan was musing out loud, wondering how anyone could stay awake 48 hours and continue to kill with this much precision.
"Derek, we have a team." She told him.
"How do you know?"
"It's been almost sixty hours since the first kill. No one can sleep in an hour increment and kill with this much control and precision. There's no anger here." She reminded him.
"The shoe prints found here matched the ones found at the other houses." He said. "There was only one pair."
"I'm telling you, this isn't one unsub." She insisted.
"Row, we'd have a completely different profile." He pressed.
"Morgan, you've got to trust me on this. I haven't slept for more than two hours in two days and I'm already weak. My patience is wearing extremely thin. If someone were to start to fight me, arguing or physically, I would snap. There's no way someone could break in here without breaking under their exhaustion." She pleaded with him to believe her.
"Alright, little sis. I'm trusting you."
She let out a relieved sigh. "Good. It's about time you did."
•
"We think this unsub or unknown subject is, we believe, two people."
"They're probably very close. Normally in a partnership there is one dominant and one submissive."
"Look for people who work closely. Teacher and student, father and son."
"We'll inform you when we have more information."
Hotch ushered the team into the conference room where they were set up at.
"We've got half an hour until he makes another kill." He stressed.
"We know." Spencer walked to the glass board where the victims and other information was displayed.
"How would there only be one pair of shoe prints?" Morgan asked.
"Maybe they've got the same shoe size." Emily suggested.
"Father and son having the same shoe size and sharing shoes? That's pretty unlikely."
"Statistically improbable but not impossible." Spencer informed them.
"What about twins?" Rowan said in between yawns.
"Twins?" Hotch asked.
She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Yeah. Identical twins would have the same shoe size. And if they were, the psychotic traits would have been passed down through the mother's X-chromosome." She shrugged as she suggested it.
"Garcia, run a list of all twins in the area who's mother was institutionalized." Hotch instructed into the phone.
"Alright, well, my fine, furry friends, there is one pair of twins with that criteria. John and Joseph Blakely. I'm texting you their address now." She hung up and the team moved out.
•
"Good job, Rowan." Hotchner sat down across from her on the jet.
"Thanks." She pulled her legs up and rested her head on her knees. She was struggling not to fall asleep.
"Hey, pretty girl!" Morgan called. She turned to look and started to smile.
He held a trivia board game.
"Derek, I'll kick your butt." She reminded him.
"Looking forward to it. I want to see the two geniuses." Rowan and Spencer exchanged glances.
"You're on."