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Cricket Tealeaf

Author of 6 Stories 1. Chapter 12. Chapter 23. Chapter 3

Rated: T - English - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 06-30-10 - Published: 06-28-10 - id:6092095

From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends-Hilaire Belloc

Las Vegas, Nevada

Julie Ambrose was thirty-two years old and very attractive, with a willowy figure, soft brown hair and clear blue eyes. To her friends, she was shy and soft-spoken. To know her was to love her.

To the men she killed, she was a cruel and pitiless menace. A dominatrix that pushed things over the edge and beyond. Those who loved her would be shocked at her profession, let alone the carnage she had created.

To SSA Aaron Hotchner and the Vegas PD she was the third in a string of murders. But this time, potential unsubs were being hunted and slaughtered in increasingly creative manners. Something pertaining to the murders they themselves had commited.

"When something like this happens, I wonder if we should even bother. Maybe we should let the guy just go about his business," the newest BAU recruit said. Aaron looked away from the body and at him. His name was Derek Morgan and he had recently been pulled from Chicago PD to the BAU. Jennifer Jareau stood a few feet from him and she was watching Hotch closely to gage his reaction.

"You used to be a cop and you don't know that vigilantism is a crime? These people can't take the law into their own hands."

Morgan looked offended. "I know that. All I'm trying to say is that it makes things easier for us."

"Except that we have a serial killer to track down," JJ interrupted.

Morgan looked over at her and said no more. The hint of a smile quirked at the edge of Aaron's mouth. JJ caught this and smiled as well, at the rarity of the sight. Their gazes met, a silent acknowledgement that they were having similar sentiments but weren't to be expressed. But Morgan saw none of this and was no doubt irritated by their responses. Hotch decided to address it later on.

The house was deadly still and quiet. He sat heavily down in the old recliner in the living room. Another day had slid by to little avail. His thoughts dwelling on his actions and the unforgivable act he had commited. He sighed, rubbing his forehead and leaned back in the chair, remembering her struggles, her protests. But she was gone and the very walls seemed to blame him. Indeed the silence of his home seemed to close around him, needling and accusing.

The sound of sirens pulled Spencer from his reverie. Several vehicles rushed past the house and faded into the distance. Dogs up and down the streets took up the call, howling their displeasure. He stood and went across the room, turning on the tv, pausing in front of it. Another murder, another girl dead. The FBI were involved. No details were being given on the body's condition, meaning it was particularly gruesome and given that this was Las Vegas...

He turned it back off and headed to the kitchen. A book lay open on the counter. He looked at it. Clustering Documents with an Exponential-family Approximation of the Dirichlet Compound Multinomial Distribution by Charles Elkan. He closed it, having found it simple and tedious.

Someone knocked on the door. Spencer, having thrown together a sandwich, left the kitchen and crossed the living room again. He opened the door without thinking, realizing a moment too late that that was not the wisest course of action. Still, there was no serial killer waiting at the door, but a young girl close to his age.

"Hi, I'm Aimee, I live over there," she said pointing in a seeming random way. "I was wondering if you have any coffee. My husband gets really cranky if he doesn't have a cup after work and I just don't feel like going to the store."

"Yeah, I think so. Come on, I'll just go get it. I have tons."

She smiled at him. "That would be great."

Spencer returned to the kitchen and with a wistful sigh, knew that this would be the high point of his day.

"So, you live alone," Aimee called from where she waited.

"Yeah for six months now. My mom used to stay here but...," he broke off unwilling to go further.

"Must be lonely. I see you leave in the morning, sometimes."

"I go to school. I had a job at Tony's but they fired me." He left the kitchen with a small jar of coffee.

She wrinkled her nose. "That's too bad. You would think though, that you're friends from there would come see you."

He smiled uncomfortably. "Don't really have those. No one really notices me anyway."

"I noticed," she said softly.

He handed her the coffee. She blinked and looked at it for a moment before taking it. "Thanks. My husband will be glad." She quickly left.

Spencer settled back into the chair after locking the door. He wondered for a few minutes why she had seemed a little disappointed. He put it from his mind as he tried the tv again.