chapter twenty seven, hidden pieces— act three, the end
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past, 2002                                                          location: red room

YELENA LAID ON THE  floor as her body was in an unbearable amount of pain. Glancing down at the patches of blood that surround her in memorizing away as the red shune so beautifully. Taken as a child to become a puppet in their game.

She had come back from a mission that messed her up both physically and mentally. The split unfortunate yells had shuddered as the near to see nothing but an empty vacuum of blood that poisoned her skin like an additional rigid coat of skin that is slowly strangling her into and unless loop of nothingness.

A later of enormous grief wiggled itself in a resistant variant into the pampered and rotten temperament of herself as she collapsed on the floor. The blood of a victim's on her as she closed her eyes, hearing the cries of the children as she ended their father's life.

Her entire life, her choices were taken away, experiment on, gaining powers to be used as a tool in their war, where thousands of innocents get hurt because of her and others like her. But here she is bleeding, with broken glass on a cold tile floor.

She heard light footsteps coming her way. She winced out of pain as her breath hitch as the burning sensation was creeping upon her. Entering an older widow instructed her to get on the bed, she did what she was told. The older widow lifted Yelena's shirt up as she put alcohol on the wound.

Yelena hissed out of pain watching the delicate finger clean off the excessive blood on her ivory skin. She felt tears prinkle upon her as the bandage was wrapped tightly around her waist. She let out a shaky breath, "Thank you."

The older widow nodded as she whispered to Yelena's ear, "I put extra medical supplies under your bed, keep the wound clean so it can heal fast."

Yelena nodded as she gripped on her arms, "Will you get in trouble?"

The older widow sighs, "Not if I get caught," she extends her arm, "I'm Ingrid."

Yelena grasped her hand, "Yelena."

Ingrid helps Yelena up as they get ready for whatever will be thrown their way. Each ignoring the pain and the fear in back of their minds.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

present, pittsburg

JJ, Wanda, and Spencer reenter the warehouse in silence hoping to find something. Wanda was staring at the pictures that haven't been moved since they were first touched. She was confused as to why they have not been moved. It seems JJ noticed this, "We made sure nothing was moved since we can get inside the unsub mind."

Wanda nodded as she eyed Spencer who was staring at the picture intensely, "Is there something different?"

Spencer turned to her, "Yeah. Each picture of every member is taken off work. None of the pictures are from work which obviously suggest a form of stalking, but is it possible that both our teams know the unsub?"

Spencer sighs as he usually knows so much but with this, is a needle of pile trying to guess the correct one. Wanda nodded as it made sense, her team is mainly in new york but the bau team is always traveling. Yet it is impossible for the unsub to be just one person? Wanda eyed Spencer, "Is it possible it could be more than one unsub?"

Before Spencer can answer JJ's call for them, "Guys!"

Spencer eyes Wanda as they both make their way to JJ, who glances at the middle of the room where the radio was but it was checked clean as it was not bugged. JJ brows furrowed, "We all think this might have to do with the girl's past but what if, it has nothing to do with them?"

Spencer caught on quickly, "It could be a mislead from the unsub to throw us off."

Wanda shook her head in confusion, "Why would they throw us off, if our only connection between our teams is the girl's past."

JJ fiddled with her fingers, "Unless we both did a mission that had some form of connection?"

Spencer's phone buzzed. He took it out quickly and glanced up, "I got a message from Morgan he says that there is a possibility that the autopsy report for the killings in brooklyn might have been messed with. They are trying to find the original one, if there is one."

Wanda narrows her eyes, "This can mean many different possibilities for this case?"

JJ nodded as her mind swirled to figure out this. Spencer glanced at the board, "The song that first played when we entered the building could have deeper meaning?"

Wanda gave a slight nod, "Maybe it's some form meaning to the unsub? Like it could be some form of idolization of the way they view themselves."

Spencer nodded his head to her in excitement as he eyed Wanda and JJ, "Or a certain clue for us to solve? Like they are blaming us for something? For example, the members of the Manson family planted watermelon rinds at the killing site and also blood-splattered panther paws on the wall in the aim of convincing investigators that the Black Panther Party was to blame."

Wanda tilted her head, "But who are they blaming instead of us?"

JJ glanced at her, "Us, there blaming us. They are not hiding that fact but unless whatever they have plan is blaming the sisters? Because the only difference is that this has not been announced to the public."

Spencer caught on quickly, "Meaning they plan on going public soon."

Wanda eyed them two, "But what exactly are they going to say?"

Spencer and JJ shared a worried glance because they don't know anything about the case besides that this has to do either with the sisters or something that they dont know yet.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

brooklyn, new york

The three men enter the examiner room as they are getting it redone before comparing the actual autopsy. They had enter the evidence room prior to this to get the autopsy report which got suspicious stares from the officers that slightly confirmed the theory the three men had made.

They entered the room as a nurse nodded at them. She was young with brunette hair, tied up as she put her clipboard down and took the cover off of the body. She eyed the three men, "For what I can tell these body part all belong to the victim but one finger."

She moved and grabbed an index finger, pointed to the seam that was very hidden, "Stitches here confirm that the finger does not belong to the victim."

Bucky and Sam stepped away as they really are not used to seeing this stuff in this manner while Derek grabbed a glove and observed the finger. Bucky shook his head when he faced the brunette girl, "Do you have the name of the victim?"

The young woman shook her head as she moved to the hand, showing the three men the fingerprints, "Not exactly as the tips of the fingertips were gently scrape, making it impossible to get an identify."

The three men observed the fingertips that were slightly pink, salmonish color as the texture of both hand were completely smooth out. Derek gently picks the finger, as Bucky and Sam move closer to get a better look. Sam breath hitch as his mind went the way they lost their life.

He shook his head, "Is there any other way to identify the body?"

If they all could figure out the victims and see a pattern then maybe there was a way to connect everything back to both their teams and the sisters. The brunette girl went to the other side of the table as she shook her head, "For now there is not a way, so is a Jane doe for now."

Derek glanced up to her, "How did they die?"

The nurse grabbed their clipboard, "It had bunch of different drugs in the system but what killed them was this," she grabbed the victim arm that shows two pucnuted small holes, "PMMA mix it with to make it appear as having the same effects as liquid ecstasy and to dilute the effects of the PMMA so the victims would want to take more of it, ensuring their deaths."

Derek glanced at her as he and his team had a previous case like this. The nurse excused herself as Derek glanced at the two men, "From our side we had an unsub that recreated past cases which we need to form some certain of connection with your team."

Bucky glanced at the victim, "You think this case is being redone?"

Derek nodded as he moved closer to show the men, "Back like two years ago, we had the exact same drug. We had profiled the unsub as a sociopath who is poisoning his victims with a drug. He enjoys the performance, and it is not only about the victims for him; it is also about the witnesses. His purpose is to instill dread, which indicates that he is thirsty for attention and wants all eyes on his work because he seeks recognition."

Bucky nodded, "So he enjoys it then? He loves the attention about it."

Derek gave a slight nod, "He will pay close attention to the media, which will allow him to relive the crimes. He utilizes a substance recognized for its euphoric effect as if he wants to deprive his victims of their enjoyment."

Sam caught on, "So he is executing known drug addicts, he is putting the law into his own hands?"

Derek moved around the table as he nodded to Sam. Bucky glanced at the body, seeing the victim's mouth a little weird, "What is that?"

Both men snapped to the direction Bucky was pointing. Derek used his hand that had gloves on as he lightly touched the victims mouth which revealed a paper into the mouth stuff in there. They all narrow their eyes as Derek pulled out paper that read....

Olssv ihb alt huk hclunlyz! zohss dl wshf h nhtl

Sam and Bucky glanced at each other as Derek took a picture of it and sent it to Spencer. Derek turned to them, "Is a cipher."

Bucky nodded at him, "How do we solve it?"

Derek gave him a speeish smile, "I send to Reid. That genius can solve it less than a minute."

Sam glanced at them, "We should get the original report and the one that was just done and go back to quantico and solve this."

They all left the examiner hoping to get the original report back. Still with different things swirling in their minds.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

unknown: location

It was far too quiet for the men. They looked around, noticing a dark figure on the roof of one of the bigger structures. Perhaps it was the tiredness of playing games with them as they stared to see things. One of the men gave slight nod ahead as they observed the three men exit the examiner.

"Do you think that they are onto us?"

The powerful and harsh voice of the black-haired man sliced through the fresh air, "Not yet."

"They are all intelligent in their own ways. Do not undesmtiseate them."

The brown-haired man stared at his partner, "What if they find out?"

"Contact them to find out if everything is in place, the sisters are in the way. If they get in way then we will kill them."

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notes!

THOUGHTS?!??

any theories or predictions ? 👀
do you think our team is close or are they far off? does it have to do with our sisters or no? 👀

i go back to school on monday! so warning updates might be slower than they are! also realize act three might have more chapters than the other two because everything is coming together 🫶🏻

i hope you take care of yourself!! ❤️