Saving Shawn CH3
Title: Saving Shawn
Rating: PG (will go up)
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Psych
Warnings: Hints of Shassie and Moreid
Summary: A serial killer targeting Psychics and the like shows up and Gus calls in the BAU when Shawn disappears
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Chapter 3
“The coroner identified the hundreds of tiny pin-pricks all over Charlotte Canaan’s body.” Lassiter announced grimly. He tossed down a folder on the conference table, watching it slide across the smooth surface before it came to a stop in front of Rossi. He ran a distressed hand through his neatly kept hair with a long sigh.
Rossi picked up the folder, the newest update to the coroner’s report, and skimmed through it. “Barbed wire?”
“This wasn’t found on the first three victims. It’s something new he’s doing.” Lassiter pointed out. “She was bound in barbed wire for about ten days before she died.”
“Maybe it’s not something new, just something he was trying out.” Gus was trying to sound optimistic, hopeful for his friend’s well-being.
Reid squeezed his shoulder and gave him a solemn look; he knew that deep down Gus knew it was hopeless to think like that.
Prentiss knew it had to be said. “His main objective is to inflict pain and suffering on his victims.”
“All right, fine! How do we catch this guy?” Lassiter screamed and kicked one of the boards, making it spin and fly backward into the wall with a loud thud. Several sheets of paper fell to the floor from the impact.
Buzz McNabb hurried over to clean up the mess without complaint.
“Come on! There has to be something we’re missing! Think!”
“Calm down!” Vic snapped at him. “Mr. Guster was right earlier, we let our tempers flare and we can’t think straight. Take a deep breath and relax, Detective.”
He sighed and collapsed into one of the chairs. “I’m buying Spencer a gun and taking him to the range to teach him how to use it when this is all over.”
“Shawn’s father is Henry Spencer. He already knows how to use a gun.” Gus explained. “Self-defense classes are what he really needs.”
“I can do that too.” Lassiter grumbled. “Stick him in the cadet training classes.” He rubbed a hand over his eyes in slight frustration.
“What about the bodies? Where does he dump the bodies?” O’Hara turned away from the temperamental detective contemplating Shawn’s return.
Reid shuffled through the files looking for the right one even though the answer was already stuck in his head. “They were all found in secluded areas; woods, an old abandoned warehouse, and a swamp. He’s not making an effort to hide the bodies, just dump them where he won’t be seen by possible witnesses. This Unsub is smart; he won’t make a fatal mistake.”
“What else do we know?” Morgan asked.
“The bodies are stripped of identification before they’re dumped, so it’s possible the Unsub is keeping souvenirs.” JJ muttered, flipping through files and glancing up at the information on the boards. “The majority of the victims were reported missing by friends instead of family.”
“All the victims had an article posted about them in the local newspapers, which may be how he picks his victims. I’ve already mentioned this to Garcia and she’s checking up on it for me.” Reid announced. “With the exception of Shawn, none of the victims had any real close ties to their communities. On average, it took their friends about a week to report them missing.”
“We’ve eliminated the trucking company called ‘Movers on Ice’ since there isn’t any evidence of the bodies being frozen or being kept in cold temperatures, in doing so we’ve eliminated one truck driver.” Hotchner said. “Unfortunately, Garcia says a few of the drivers we haven’t eliminated drive with a partner.”
“With the sheer number of victims being held captive at once, there’s a high possibility our Unsub is working with a partner.” Rossi helped McNabb return the papers to the board as he spoke.
“Police reports approximate that all the victims disappeared between ten A.M. and three P.M.” Morgan shuffled through the pile of police reports in his hands, trying to put some order to them.
“So what does that tell us?” Lassiter asked, finally seeming to pull himself out of the slight funk he’d fallen into.
“Garcia’s looking into the backgrounds of the other truckers that we haven’t eliminated.” Hotchner told him. “For now we just have to go through all the information we have and see if we missed something.”
“It’s late, why don’t we all go home and get some rest.” Vic rubbed her forehead tiredly.
Reid knew he was tired, and a quick glance around the room showed everyone else was just as worn out. “I’ll stay and go through everything again.”
“Get up, kid, I’m taking you back to the hotel. You look like you’re about to collapse.” Morgan stood, pulling his jacket off the back of a chair and sliding it over his shoulders. He gently forced Reid to his feet with an approving nod from Hotchner and steered him towards the door.
“Wait for us.” Prentiss and JJ gathered up several armfuls of files and hurried after them. “We’ll review these back at the hotel.”
“You too, go home.” Vic gave a pointed look at Lassiter who grudgingly agreed with a scowl.
The room slowly cleared out with Gus being the last to leave. He paused in the doorway, staring at the picture of Shawn’s smiling face posted on one of the boards. “We’re doing the best we can, Shawn. I hope you’re OK.” He switched off the lights and closed the door behind him.
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Reid sat Indian-style on the foot of his bed flipping through the files over and over, searching for something, anything they had missed.
Morgan, who he was sharing a room with, returned from the ice machine down the hall and closed the door with a sigh. “Reid, I thought you were going to get some sleep.”
“It’s been five minutes since you left the room, Morgan, I didn’t mean right this second.”
“So, eventually?” He placed the ice bucket in the fridge and quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at the younger profiler.
“Yes.” He shuffled through a few more papers.
“Tonight?”
Reid flicked his gaze up to the darker man but didn’t grace him with a verbal answer.
Morgan gave another long-suffering sigh and approached the brunet. He gathered up all the papers and files with chocked protests from the other and deposited them on the arm chair in the corner. He pushed Reid back as he stood to follow the paperwork and sat beside him, holding him in place with an arm wrapped tightly around his slim shoulders. “Kid, stop it.”
“Morgan!”
“Spencer!” Morgan snapped back to quiet him. “You’re killing yourself with this. I realize this is your cousin, but you need to treat this like any other case. You have to eat and sleep to keep your mind clear.”
“Morgan, I don’t have a big family. My father might as well be dead and I purposely avoid my mother, Shawn is basically the closest thing I have to a normal family.”
“Reid, we’re all working this together, we’ll find him.” Morgan rubbed his arms soothingly.
“The longer we take to find him, the more he has to remember. This Unsub is Shawn’s Tobias Henkel.”
Morgan’s hand gently forced Reid’s head to his shoulder, and both his arms circled the younger man. “We’ll find him.”
Reid closed his eyes and let himself lean against the other man. “Thanks, Derek.”
Morgan smiled at the soft snores that followed.
Rating: PG (will go up)
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Psych
Warnings: Hints of Shassie and Moreid
Summary: A serial killer targeting Psychics and the like shows up and Gus calls in the BAU when Shawn disappears
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 3
“The coroner identified the hundreds of tiny pin-pricks all over Charlotte Canaan’s body.” Lassiter announced grimly. He tossed down a folder on the conference table, watching it slide across the smooth surface before it came to a stop in front of Rossi. He ran a distressed hand through his neatly kept hair with a long sigh.
Rossi picked up the folder, the newest update to the coroner’s report, and skimmed through it. “Barbed wire?”
“This wasn’t found on the first three victims. It’s something new he’s doing.” Lassiter pointed out. “She was bound in barbed wire for about ten days before she died.”
“Maybe it’s not something new, just something he was trying out.” Gus was trying to sound optimistic, hopeful for his friend’s well-being.
Reid squeezed his shoulder and gave him a solemn look; he knew that deep down Gus knew it was hopeless to think like that.
Prentiss knew it had to be said. “His main objective is to inflict pain and suffering on his victims.”
“All right, fine! How do we catch this guy?” Lassiter screamed and kicked one of the boards, making it spin and fly backward into the wall with a loud thud. Several sheets of paper fell to the floor from the impact.
Buzz McNabb hurried over to clean up the mess without complaint.
“Come on! There has to be something we’re missing! Think!”
“Calm down!” Vic snapped at him. “Mr. Guster was right earlier, we let our tempers flare and we can’t think straight. Take a deep breath and relax, Detective.”
He sighed and collapsed into one of the chairs. “I’m buying Spencer a gun and taking him to the range to teach him how to use it when this is all over.”
“Shawn’s father is Henry Spencer. He already knows how to use a gun.” Gus explained. “Self-defense classes are what he really needs.”
“I can do that too.” Lassiter grumbled. “Stick him in the cadet training classes.” He rubbed a hand over his eyes in slight frustration.
“What about the bodies? Where does he dump the bodies?” O’Hara turned away from the temperamental detective contemplating Shawn’s return.
Reid shuffled through the files looking for the right one even though the answer was already stuck in his head. “They were all found in secluded areas; woods, an old abandoned warehouse, and a swamp. He’s not making an effort to hide the bodies, just dump them where he won’t be seen by possible witnesses. This Unsub is smart; he won’t make a fatal mistake.”
“What else do we know?” Morgan asked.
“The bodies are stripped of identification before they’re dumped, so it’s possible the Unsub is keeping souvenirs.” JJ muttered, flipping through files and glancing up at the information on the boards. “The majority of the victims were reported missing by friends instead of family.”
“All the victims had an article posted about them in the local newspapers, which may be how he picks his victims. I’ve already mentioned this to Garcia and she’s checking up on it for me.” Reid announced. “With the exception of Shawn, none of the victims had any real close ties to their communities. On average, it took their friends about a week to report them missing.”
“We’ve eliminated the trucking company called ‘Movers on Ice’ since there isn’t any evidence of the bodies being frozen or being kept in cold temperatures, in doing so we’ve eliminated one truck driver.” Hotchner said. “Unfortunately, Garcia says a few of the drivers we haven’t eliminated drive with a partner.”
“With the sheer number of victims being held captive at once, there’s a high possibility our Unsub is working with a partner.” Rossi helped McNabb return the papers to the board as he spoke.
“Police reports approximate that all the victims disappeared between ten A.M. and three P.M.” Morgan shuffled through the pile of police reports in his hands, trying to put some order to them.
“So what does that tell us?” Lassiter asked, finally seeming to pull himself out of the slight funk he’d fallen into.
“Garcia’s looking into the backgrounds of the other truckers that we haven’t eliminated.” Hotchner told him. “For now we just have to go through all the information we have and see if we missed something.”
“It’s late, why don’t we all go home and get some rest.” Vic rubbed her forehead tiredly.
Reid knew he was tired, and a quick glance around the room showed everyone else was just as worn out. “I’ll stay and go through everything again.”
“Get up, kid, I’m taking you back to the hotel. You look like you’re about to collapse.” Morgan stood, pulling his jacket off the back of a chair and sliding it over his shoulders. He gently forced Reid to his feet with an approving nod from Hotchner and steered him towards the door.
“Wait for us.” Prentiss and JJ gathered up several armfuls of files and hurried after them. “We’ll review these back at the hotel.”
“You too, go home.” Vic gave a pointed look at Lassiter who grudgingly agreed with a scowl.
The room slowly cleared out with Gus being the last to leave. He paused in the doorway, staring at the picture of Shawn’s smiling face posted on one of the boards. “We’re doing the best we can, Shawn. I hope you’re OK.” He switched off the lights and closed the door behind him.
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Reid sat Indian-style on the foot of his bed flipping through the files over and over, searching for something, anything they had missed.
Morgan, who he was sharing a room with, returned from the ice machine down the hall and closed the door with a sigh. “Reid, I thought you were going to get some sleep.”
“It’s been five minutes since you left the room, Morgan, I didn’t mean right this second.”
“So, eventually?” He placed the ice bucket in the fridge and quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at the younger profiler.
“Yes.” He shuffled through a few more papers.
“Tonight?”
Reid flicked his gaze up to the darker man but didn’t grace him with a verbal answer.
Morgan gave another long-suffering sigh and approached the brunet. He gathered up all the papers and files with chocked protests from the other and deposited them on the arm chair in the corner. He pushed Reid back as he stood to follow the paperwork and sat beside him, holding him in place with an arm wrapped tightly around his slim shoulders. “Kid, stop it.”
“Morgan!”
“Spencer!” Morgan snapped back to quiet him. “You’re killing yourself with this. I realize this is your cousin, but you need to treat this like any other case. You have to eat and sleep to keep your mind clear.”
“Morgan, I don’t have a big family. My father might as well be dead and I purposely avoid my mother, Shawn is basically the closest thing I have to a normal family.”
“Reid, we’re all working this together, we’ll find him.” Morgan rubbed his arms soothingly.
“The longer we take to find him, the more he has to remember. This Unsub is Shawn’s Tobias Henkel.”
Morgan’s hand gently forced Reid’s head to his shoulder, and both his arms circled the younger man. “We’ll find him.”
Reid closed his eyes and let himself lean against the other man. “Thanks, Derek.”
Morgan smiled at the soft snores that followed.