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Chapter Nine: I Got Chills

[ Dance for you~ Beyoncé]

Anya Holmes liked to make his skin crawl, she wanted him to think about her every waking moment. The last thing she wanted was to be thinking about him. And yet she had awoken this morning with the biggest wet stain in her shorts. She was undoubtedly so horny she thought she pissed herself. Oh no, it was from her fingering herself, she quite literally woke up to trembling hands and her legs felt like jelly. That sex dream was one of the best things she had ever had.

It took her an hour to leave her house for the mere fact that her dream was haunting her. She felt she needed to release the tension, so she touched herself a few more times. And she hated it, she hated that he actually made her feel good, that the sex they had in her dream was the best she had ever had. She sighs thinking, trying to figure this out before deciding that this meant war. That she was going to make him pay so much, that we would be begging for her to fuck him. She was going to ruin his entire day and all she had to do was look the part. Of course, what does one wear when one enters the lion's den?

An outfit made out of meat to draw them in to have the lion want to circle you and pounce but once they eat the meat it's then that they realize it's been tainted, poisoned, and well, no one survives poisoned food. In Anya's case, she was going to wear a skimpy little outfit with the thinnest pair of panties, it was a paperwork day after all. Why not make him squirm around at the thought of her prancing around in as little as clothes as possible, besides if they did have to work she had pantyhose in her bag.

"Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles." Mark twain.

Anya's heels clicked against the tile until she reached the carpet, she walks in seeing Derek look up from his newspaper and smiles warmly letting out a happy sigh.

"Good morning Beautiful people." She beams shaking off her coat.

"Wow look at you,"

Anya smiles doing a little spin. "I know, isn't it cute?"

"No, it's not. It is way too short. You need to put some pants on.''

Anya rolls her eyes, Derek was that protective guy's best friend but sometimes he acted like her brother and it annoyed the fuck out of her. "I am an adult."

"Every man in this room is staring at you."

Anya shrugs, fixing her stack of files. She shrugs. "So let them." Emily laughs from her chair as Derek gives her a scowl which only makes her laugh more. Anya's phone rings. "Holmes....oh does he? Okay, I will be right there." she hangs up the phone, rolling her eyes. "I've been summoned. By the devil, himself pray for me." Emily just laughs as Anya walks up the stairs to his office. She walks up seeing Jordan walking out.

"Hey." Jordan doesn't reply, she just walks off.

"What's wrong with Agent Todd?"

Anya shrugs. "I haven't really spent a lot of time with her."

"Something's bothering her."

She nods. "I'll keep an eye on her. You wanted to see me?" she was doing it playing with him acting all innocent and coy, her head tilted to the side.

He sits up adjusting his Tie. "Yes. The Houston case. I'm missing the coroner's supplemental for victim three."

She unfolds her arms over her chest. "That's supposed to come this afternoon. I just turned that in last night. When do you sleep?"

He sighs. "Get me that supplemental so I can close the case."

Anya nods her head. "Yes, sir." She turns to leave.

"Hot date?"

"Maybe" she shrugs. "What's it to you?"

"So when and where is this supposed date going to happen?"

Anya tilts her head to the side. "You are very interested in my love life, Why is that?"

"Well, studies show when a manager feigns interest in his employees' personal lives, it boosts morale. That and I think you're lying."

"It is none of your business what or who I do outside of work" Anya smirks at the look on his face.

Aaron nods. "Well, I wouldn't want you to bore him to death droning on and on about yourself. Men don't like that. "

Anya makes an annoyed face. "I was just going to start off by saying I wasn't wearing any panties. Do men like that?" she sasses before turning towards the doorway. " I will have that file on your desk for you in a few hours Aaron." and with that, she leaves. Smirking at how good she got him at annoyed he must be. If it was a war he wanted it's a war he would get. Aaron simply sighs putting down a D and Six X's in his calendar.

Anya walked to JJ's office where Jordan was filling in for JJ who was awaiting the arrival of Baby any day now.

"Hey, how's it going?" she asks

"Why?" Jordan barks her back turning to Anya.

"Um, it's just a question."

Jordan sighs, placing the files down. "I'm sorry. I just..."

"Um, " she closes her door. "Jordan, as the last person to join this team, I know how overwhelming all of this can be. It really does get easier. I'm not exactly sure if that's a good thing, though."

"I'm gonna manifest happiness and calm for the rest of the day."

Anya laughs. "Happiness and calm? At the b.a.u.? That's--good luck with that." she opens the door back up going to leave.

"Oh, did you need something?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm waiting for a supplemental from the Houston field office so I can close out a report If you could just let me know when it gets here." Anya says.

"An internal report wouldn't come through me."

"Really?" Anya feigns dumb.

Jordan smiles. "Thanks for checking up on me."

"Yeah, ok. Well, if you need anything, I'm around." and with that, she closes the door. Derek called for everyone to gather around the news feed that was playing in the bullpen.

"Earlier this morning, police were contacted and informed that Kaylee Robinson, Who ran a daycare center out of her home, had been abducted along with 4 children. When a parent arrived at 9:30 this morning to drop off her child, she discovered the door..."

Everyone just got word that there might be a potential case that Roiss and Reid were bringing it. Anya had already changed into her pantyhose and was ready to work when they brought the man into the bullpen, he claimed to har killed Seven women and that there were five more victims that the Bau could save. It was making sense now that they were five.

It was annoying as hell that they had a case, but being a BAU baddie wouldn't be possible if you weren't working every goddamn minute. The man they brought in looked like a wannabe Jesus, his hair was white as snow, honestly, Anya had to admit his curls were poppin', his glasses frames were shaped like a hexagon and he had a go-te and a mustache. He was basically a pimp if pimps were serial killers.

Derek and Rossi went to talk with him and for a split second, they saw what he wanted. He wanted to play a game. A game with people's lives and kids' lives which literally pissed everyone off to no end but more specifically Anya. They watch him stare directly at the two-way mirror. Reid makes a comment about how he never has any Normal fans to which Anya replies I am your fan and I'm pretty normal. And Reid goes on to say that she is in fact the least normal person he has ever met. She scoffs taking offense but nods agreeing. Rossi makes a suggestion to Reverse profile the man to see if they can get info on the other victims. Learn everything we can about him and his methods And then profile it back to what kind of victim he would choose and from where. The group meets up in the round table room with Garcia, who says she went through the missing person's reports. She says there are millions of women missing in the entire country. Kaylee was abducted at 9:30 this morning. He had time to take them somewhere, hide them, and make it to Fredericksburg two hours later. He'd need a place with a lot of privacy to hide five victims.

Anya thinks for a moment. "Kids are loud in general, when they are panicked it is raised like octaves, so he has to have some type of soundproofing. A house." everyone nods.

"He's local. He was late for the presentation. You know, it was more like Two and a half hours after the abduction. He got there around noon, which puts him somewhere around that radius."

"Garcia, work up a map. We need the farthest point he could have taken Kaylee from Loretto And still gotten back to Fredericksburg by noon." Hotch says.

"Shouldn't be too hard."

"All right, what do we know so far? He's obsessively neat and clean. He did research on Reid and me at least. He's abducted Five people and then gets to a scheduled recruitment session at a specific time. That's extensive pre-planning." Rossi was writing on a clear board.

"Did you find anything in those pictures, Garcia?"

"I can't even positively say they're dead."

"What about hair color?" Rossi asks.

"All the ones that show hair, appear to be brunettes."

"So is Kaylee," Rossi notes.

"I'll start there. Brunettes from central Virginia that are missing."

Derek walks in. "Ident got zip on his prints. He's not in any system. He's a ghost."

"All right, if he hasn't been fingerprinted, he hasn't been arrested. Which also means he hasn't had a passport, driver's license, or been in the military."

"Never been a teacher, either. You have to be fingerprinted to be a teacher." Reid explains.

"So he's a professor who doesn't teach."

" What kind of professor doesn't teach?" Jordan asks, placing down a cup of coffee in front of Anya she smiles at the woman gladly accepting it.

"A researcher? Someone on a grant, maybe."

Hotch nods. "A grant would give him the time."

"There must be some sort of central grant database. I can't imagine the government just handing out money and not–" Garcia starts packing up her stuff. "I'll look into it."

"From past conversations, we know he's a narcissist and seemingly remorseless."

"Psychopath," Derek says simply.

"You know, we can eliminate a lot of these open missing persons Cases if we could just figure out how he met them."

"Jordan, contact the Loretto p.d. and get us an invitation to consult on the Kaylee Robinson case. Be nice to them. They don't have to let us. And then you and Morgan go down there and find out what you can." Hotch explains as Jordan just looks at Morgan she rolls her eyes.

"Let's go." they leave.

"Holmes, Prentiss, I need you to do something for me."

The women nod. "Anything."

"What's our strategy going to be in there with the interrogation?"

"You're not gonna be in the room," Rossi explains.

"What do you mean?"

"That's what he wants. He wants to play with you." Rossi says Reid has a sad look on his face Anya gives his shoulder a squeeze.

"We have to knock him off his game. That's all we have right now."

"He's right," Hotch says as the trio leaves. Rossi explains his plan Pretniss was gonna wait by the door for when the unsub opens it then Anya will come in and whisper something into Emily's ear then leave. Just like clockwork, Rothschild goes to leave and Emily makes him nervous.

"Like... A coward." That was Anya's cue, she was into the room and Rothschild sat up as if he was in a trance, her heels clicking against the floor, hair flowing down her back, she was what he wanted, she was perfection, the Mona Lisa in the flesh. She whispers in Emily's ear and Emily nods. The two women leave. Garcia was frantically running up to them explaining how she received a video feed and Hotch, Anya, and Emily followed her to her office.

"It just popped up on the screen. It's them." She sits back in her chair

"There are only 3 children."

"There were four when I went to go get you," Garcia explains.

"What is this on their faces? They look like gas masks."

"Why would you fill a place with gas and then provide gas masks?" Emily asks.

"Well, maybe the gas serves another purpose."

"Such as?" Garcia asks.

"Well, look how evenly they're spaced out. And the hoses are stretched as far as they can go without coming off."

"The masks are to keep them in specific positions," Emily says.

Reid and Rossi burst into the room. "He said one of them is already dead. One of the five."

"There are only 3 children."

Reid leans down looking at the monitor. "Is this them?"

"An anonymous site emailed to me."

"He said one will die every 2 hours, not all five in ten. When he said 10 hours, I just assumed–" Rossi looks stunned.

" It's a chess game, he's 2 moves ahead."

"Let's not get diverted. How are we doing with the seven missing women?" Hotch asks.

"So far, I've got 39 missing brunettes in central Virginia." Garcia starts typing.

"Ok, 30 years old like Kaylee. Narcissists tend to be extremely preferential."

"28," Garcia replies.

"He said he's been working on this for 5 years."

"Over the last 5 years, 17." She says.

"All right, if he thinks he's going to jail for even one of the original 7 homicides, Maybe he'll tell us where the rest of them are and give himself some deal room. How long do we have until the next one?"

"One hour, 48 minutes," Reid replies.

"Dave, can I speak to you for a second?" They leave the room and after a few moments, Rossi is back with Rothschild in the interrogation room. While the others are working out who the victims were.

"Margaret Peters, another Gloucester point. Disappeared in 2006 on her way to work. Last seen at the coffee shop she went to every morning." Hotch explains Garcia was writing their info down on a board.

"Check."

"That's number six. We need one more." Reid says.

They watch the video feed seeing Kaylee switching places with one of the kids.

"She put herself closest to the end, farthest from the camera."

"Why?" Emily asks.

"Maybe she knows something we don't like she doesn't have a lot of time. Let's continue." Hotch says as everyone turns back to the victims.

" Uh, Lindsay Connor. She was last seen when she stepped out to have a cigarette while having a blown tire fixed."

"Doesn't sound like something routine," Anya notes.

"Lisa Mcdaniel, Saluda, went missing early 2008 while on her daily jog."

"Oh, she fits," Emily says.

"That's seven, including Kaylee, that makes 8."

"Whoa," Emily says.

"They're all incredibly beautiful."

"Almost unnaturally," Reid comments.

"What are the chances that three out of our seven victims are from the same town?"

"What's the population of Saluda?" Anya asks

"Middlesex county is small, but it's near water. A lot of people have boats there and weekend homes."

"And two from Gloucester point," Hotch notes.

Reid's phone chimes and he pulls it out of his pocket. "Morgan just sent this to me from the Robinson house." he looks at his phone and then the pictures as Hotch takes his phone from his hands while Reid walks over to the boards, he stills a marker and gets lost in his genius trance.

"1-1-2-3-5." He draws a circle of the list and puts a line through it.

"Does that mean something?" Emily asks. He then runs out of the room.

When he returns Rossi joins the rest of the team. "Garcia, can you put the map of Virginia up on screen?" he moves the board out of the way. "It's an irrational number known as "phi." It's based on the ratio of line segments to each other and of the whole. It's called the golden ratio."

"Golden rat-- that's the web address, golden rat. Net."

"It's a ratio found all through life. In fact, many people that we find conventionally attractive are proportioned based on that ratio. He, uh, he made a reference to Leonardo Da Vinci, remember this? Da Vinci used it in a lot of his paintings A matter of fact, the last supper–" Reid starts babbling.

"Reid, Reid, how do we find them?" Anya draws him back, he nods and wets his lips.

"The whole concept is represented by this pendant, Including the logarithmic spiral created by using a Fibonacci sequence. Follow me on this. You can manipulate this image, right?"

Garica nods. "Tell me what you need."

"Pull up all the towns that the missings are from." she does as she's told. "Wonderful. We had one in Richmond. One in Dinwiddie, then two in Gloucester Point, three in Saluda, and finally 5 in Loretto this morning. 1-1-2-3-5 is a Fibonacci series. Each number is added to the number before it. It's what his ticks mean. He's subconsciously counting off the Fibonacci sequence in his head over and over again. Now geometrically, it can be expressed as a spiral.

It's called a logarithmic spiral." He looks at Garcia. "Can you put the spiral up on the map? Thanks. Ok, now flip it 180 degrees. Now make it bigger. Bigger, just a little bit bigger. Stop, stop, stop. The pendant is like a key."He holds Rothschild Pendant against the image. "Chester, Virginia."

"You're sure?"

Reid nods. "With his level of obsession with these numbers, the ratio will have permeated his entire life. If we took a city map of Chester, the location where Kaylee And her children are being held will follow one of these points on that map as well. The ratio works with any scale at all."

"Morgan and Todd are closer. Call them and tell them to get to chester. I'm gonna get a chopper ready. Reid and Prentiss, get a city map and you're with me. Holmes you're with Dave" Hotch leaves the room.

"There's still something... Bugging me about this." Rossi stares at the screen before he and Anya decide to take Rothschild on by themselves.

They enter the room together this time.

"Chester, Virginia."

"What?" Rothschild smirks.

"The whole team is going there."

"I see."

"They'll be there before 4:00; before the next deadline. You lose. Explain something to me-- this is all about a geometric pattern?" Rossi began as Anya was standing off in the corner.

"Phi is much more than a geometric pattern, David." Rothschild's eyes never left Anya.

"Killing all those women-- Kaylee Robinson, the first seven? You killed them because they were beautiful?"

"You mean hypothetically?" He jokes.

"Well, I'm just trying to understand this math thing."

"All animals desperately need a way to detect others of their species. Dogs have a scent, dolphins have sound. Golden ratio is a subconscious identifier of perfect humanness. If I had done all these things, it wouldn't be because they were beautiful. It would be because they were perfect examples of humanity." Rothschild explains.

"Because they're human?"

"Hypothetically speaking." He shrugs.

"This doesn't make any sense to me. killing a human because they're human?"

"Do you know what homosapiens sapiens actually means, david? Its literal translation?" He asks.

"No."

"Man, wise, wise. Think about that. We named ourselves doubly wise. We are twice as wise as every other creature on the planet. The hubris, the arrogance. Humans are a blight. We should all be eradicated." Rothschild says as Rossi paces around him.

"You hate humanity?"

" Every bit as much as you do." He nods.

"I don't hate humanity."

He smirks at Anya. who rolls her eyes. "I told you, I read all of your books. It's in there, every one of them. Your hatred. Your first book, chapter 3, pages 89, 1, 3...89. All Fibonacci numbers. "the first time I saw one of William grace's victims, "I knew I was looking at the residue of pure evil. "I would never again feel completely safe around a human being."

"This is all about my books?"

"Like you, I know exactly what human beings are capable of," Rothschild mutters.

"I can hate the things people do, but have pity for who they are."

He makes a face. "Pity? You pity them?"

"Any man who feels that the only way to have power or purpose is to hurt others deserves pity," Anya says as Rothschild stands up.

"Your fifth book, chapter 13, page 144. "I know it makes little sense to try and deter violence with more violence. "But deterrence is not why I believe in the death penalty. "there are some people that are so violent, so evil, "that society has no choice but to be done with them. "Vengeance is something that society needs "from time to time, if, for no other purpose, "than to keep the rest of us sane "Where is the pity?"

Garcia opens the door. "Sir, they found the house. You were right. They're going inside now."

"Thank you."

"Vengeance keeps us sane. What a fascinating statement You may have your vengeance, as I am about to have... Mine." Rothschild says.

"What?"

"They're never going to make it out of that house, david. It was never about that perfect woman or those wonderful children. IIt is about your team. Your merry band of six. They complete my sequence."

"Garcia, get hotch on the phone, now!" Rossi can't get her over the intercom to talk with Garica.

"It's too late, david. The minute they stepped into that house, they were dead. I knew if I kept prodding you that you would rise to my challenge." they get him to Confess to everything How William Grace was his brother how this wasn't about anything but getting revenge on Rossi for running his life. They get everything they need as soon as Anya tries to leave Rothschild puts his hands on her throat from behind her. He starts choking her and at first he's succeeding when Rossi pins Rothschild to the wall, his arm on his throat with his arm.

"You waited until she turned her back, didn't you, henry? Just like you did with those women." Rothschild flinches. "Don't give me another reason to hurt you! And one more thing– I'm going to be there when they strap you down for that lethal injection And just before they hit the plunger, I'm going to lean in really close and tell you to say hello to your scumbag brother." with that Rossi guides Anya out of the room.

"You okay kid?"

She coughs. "Yeah I'm good." he rubs her back.

Rossi's phone rings and he explains everything that went down to Hotch who is practically booking it back to Headquarters, They find Anya sitting at her desk, with Garcia, who kept insisting that Anya use an ice pack for the marks that were appearing on her neck.

"Hey, Doll face, you alright?" Morgan was inspecting her neck as everyone else walked up.

"I am fine this wasn't the first time a man put his hands around my neck and it probably won't be the last." she teases as Emily, Jordan and Garcia all laugh.

"That's not funny."

Anya shrugs,, "Debatable." Morgan gives her a look. "Okay Derek, my love, I am fine its just a scratch It will be held soon." Anya's phone rings and she answers before hanging up. "I need to get this file to Hotchner, don't wait up." the group nods figuring they would call it night soon anyway. She grabs the file and heads up to Hotch's office entering the office without knocking, she sees him turn and she closes the door. He was standing behind his desk. "I got that report you needed sir." She places it down on his desk.

He walks over to her inspecting her neck intently. He had a grasp on her so tight as if he was afraid to let go.

"I feel so ugly right now and so stupid I can't believe I let him get the drop on me."

Aaron shakes his head and hugs her. For the first time since they worked together he hugged her. He planted a kiss on her forehead and they shared an embrace and neither of them are bothered by it one bit.

"Man must evolve for all human conflict; a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love." Martin Luther King, Jr.

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