*Trigger warning*
Chapter Sixteen: Pretty Woman

[Smut warning~proceed with caution]

There comes a time when everything you were trying to avoid comes to light. In this case, Anya Holmes and Aaron Hotchner were officially out of the talking phase. They had become quite familiar with each other's anatomy. It had been three months since they had sex in his office, and since that day, things had been thick. Like the humidity in Miami thick. It had become way too much and not enough all at the same time. They had picked up exactly where they had left off and that was from enemies, to lovers, to enemies, and then lovers again. God damn she loved him, it was very evident now that everything they had experienced was true, all their feelings and now it had become this mess.

This giant mess of love letters and secret glances, they were dating without going on dates; they needed to make up for all the lost time they had lost, so they filled with each other until there was no room to breathe, and now they had to act like they didn't see each other because if anyone found out their tiny perfect bubble would be popped and messed with. She couldn't have that, not when she finally got him back. The man she loved, Aaron whose name was stamped to her heart. Branded for all to see, and yet she wanted to keep it quiet and have it be their little secret. Because nothing else and no one else. Mattered,

He was so prickly, and she was just a ray of sunshine. Maybe that's why they fit so perfectly together. With everything that had happened, JJ left the team trying to adjust; the last thing they needed was a relationship between two of their friends, one being their boss. It didnt help that she was getting her beauty sleep interrupted at the crack of morning.

"Hotch...Mhm...yeah... be there in five." Aaron hangs up the phone, lying back in his bed, and the ringing is heard again.

"What?... Morgan I'm gonna stab you if you call me this early again case or not.....Donuts....be there in five." she slams her phone against the nightstand as the bed rumbles underneath her from Hotch's chuckling.

"Do pastries so easily sway you?" he chuckles at the finger she gives him before pulling her naked body into his side. "You do realize i live down the street from your favorite pastry shop? And if we get up and get dressed, we can have those bear claws you like."

Anya's head pops up, and he laughs wholeheartedly. "I'm up" she says as he laughs he places a gentle kiss on her forehead as she lays her head on his chest, they stay like that both of them falling back to sleep before they realize it they are up again hoping around trying to find something to wear so they werent late. Anya walks into work first, followed by Hotch, they had gotten down to a routine on how they showed up to work, she would drive there from Aarons house and then walk into work first and then he would arrive shortly after. They were all gathered around the round table as Garci went over the case with them.

Kelly Landis went missing three days ago. Two days ago, the Georgetown "Monitor," a newspaper, received a black and white of Kelly. She looked like an old-timey movie star with a pin-up style. So whoever took this took Kelly—and wanted the world to know it. They found her body in Georgetown, in an alley, late last night. While there is only one victim it was what was done to Kelly that made them call in the BAU.

"Fame will go by, and so long I've had you, fame. "It goes by. I've always known it was fickle, "so at least it's something I experienced, but that's not where I live." Marilyn Monroe.

This case seemed to be taking off quickly. With just one body so far, there would soon be more, and they had hoped to find the unsub before then. The detective on the case retired in two days, and he wanted this put to bed before he left. Hotch suggested they compile a list of Kelly's direct relatives, friends, co-workers, boyfriends, and everyone else.

The detective assumed that once they got the photo, he would ask for a ransom, but the photo wasn't sent for money. It was sent to show the unsub's handiwork becoming the center of attention. It wasn't sent. It was walked into the "Monitor" building, and no one saw a thing.

From here on out, nobody was allowed to talk to the press. The last thing they needed is the media naming her killer. It'll have an emotional effect on her killer, but positive or negative, neither one will help.

The office for the Georgetown "Monitor" is on M Street. Kelly's body was found in Rykers Alley.

Three blocks west is where he hand-delivered Kelly's photo. And ten blocks farther east are offices of practically every major media outlet. Why choose the "Monitor"? That was the question on everyone's minds. He must read that specific paper; his comfort zone begs the question. Does he live in Georgetown? Until they find signs of sexual assault, they can't be sure. It says that Kelly lives in Alexandria, but she works on the Hill. She didn't have a chance. It was her first day in the Senate. Her neighbors saw her leave that morning. She didn't have a car. If she used the bus or the Metro, no one saw her. Kelly's body was dumped in the district. It's likely that she was abducted and killed there, too.

According to the coroner, she didn't accept if she was offered food or water. Her stomach's empty, and she's dehydrated. Not that she could have accepted anything. She was restrained.

There were no signs of sexual abuse either. The cause of death was Suffocation. But not manual strangulation. The body showed signs of post-mortem mutilation. There was something in her throat. The something being a crumpled page with a lot of words on it

So, on day one, Kelly was abducted. On day two, the media gets a photo of her. On day three, her body is found posed. This all feels orchestrated. If you orchestrated all of this, wouldn't you want to see it? They concluded that the homeless man who found Kelly's body wasn't homeless. It was the unsub. He was wearing a disguise.

There was rwiritng on the wall where of the alley where Kelly's body was found, it was the same writing from the crumbled page found in Kelly's throat. Anya finds herself at the coffee cart in the next room, trying her best not to fall asleep. Yes she woke up feeling great but everything seemed to be slow, time was going slow, the days felt slow they were meshing together. It was exhausting taking care of everyone else but yourself. She was still ensuring her nephew was okay while all of this was happening, and she hadn't yet introduced Aaron to him. She was indeed planning on doing that just this second.

There was a new development, potentially a new victim, Penny Hanley, nineteen. She lives in Arlington and works in an art gallery. Yesterday, she didn't make it to work or get back home. She caught the Metro to Union Station. Her father dropped her off. Her purse was found a few blocks away on a side street. It's most likely where she was abducted. Kelly was taken for three days. Penny's already on day Two if he's holding to the pattern. Today, the Georgetown "Monitor" will receive a photo.

"Whatever happens, we cannot allow another photograph like Kelly's to be published. We need to get ahead of the media." Hotch explains

Here's the profile. white male in his mid to late 40s, approximately 6 feet tall, slim build. He's a local and a loner and most likely unemployed. He's moving his victims around the city unseen, so he has a vehicle. It's probably an older model, but it's well-maintained. A page from

what they believe is a script was inserted in Kelly's throat. Somehow, Kelly seems to have failed expectations in the unsub's mind. Although there were no sexual interactions ante or postmortem, the removal of the lips is in itself a sexual act. Of course, this was a segment where the pretty boy dropped some youthful knowledge.

"A behavior which tells us we're dealing with a borderline personality," Reid explains.

Based on the obvious theatricality of the case, they think he worked in or around the arts. Three days may represent a three-act play, of which Kelly was the star. Kelly was killed three days after she was abducted. That means Penny may only have a day left.

Hotch, Anya, and Reid all go to the Metro station to check it out and get a feel for the area.

"This building has three exits—north, south, and west. You're here to target a woman, but you don't want to attract attention." Reid is lost in a trance as he stares at a beautiful woman walking past with her suitcase.

"Standing in the middle gawking at passing women would undoubtedly attract attention.

Like you're doing now."

Anya chuckles,

"What's that?" Reid asks, Only making Anya's chuckle turn into a laugh.

"Just like that, I. Q. of 187 is slashed to 60." she snaps her fingers with a playful smirk. She walks off,

"But sitting and reading the paper would give him an excuse to watch without being noticed."

"Far enough away not to attract attention but close enough to ensure she's the right one. You know, she works 15 blocks east of here. Her father said she walked through this train station every day." Reid explains as Anya proceeds to walk past the two men. Hotch watches her as she glides by hair fluffed out and bouncing behind her, not to mention the tight pants she was wearing and the low cut blouse; he was gawking at her just like Reid was minutes before,

He notes that the man sitting down a few feet away, looking up from his paper, is also gawking at her; it makes him angry and jealous, which doesn't need to matter. Anya was his girl; that man should know better than to stare at his girl. And Anya should know better than to let them, it was trivial, Yes. But she should know better then to look that good and let other men, look at her, it made Aaron's jaw tighten.

They find that where they are standing is Camera's, and they head to the viewing room to check them out.

"How many cameras cover the area?" Hotch asks.

"Three, but only two are operable-- cameras eight and seven."

"Can you go back to yesterday around 4 p.m.?" Reid asks. The guard nods as he's told they see her on Camera Seven.

"There she is." Reid points to the screen.

"Can you bring up camera eight?" Anya leaned forward her chest was entirely too close to that guards eye line, if he turned his head, he could see down her shirt,

"Can you enlarge it and keep it rolling, please?" she asks, not noticing the intense case from Aaron,

Reid calculated the timecode from when he left the station; he sat there for over three hours, and they profiled him and his vehicle. It was the only way he could abduct Penny off the street. Three hours exceeds any parking meter. Hotch seems to think that he may have a parking permit. The Permits go by zone. And the zone where Kelly's body was one that they decided to close off.

Anya found herself in a nearby office. She had closed herself off with Reid so they could think; the others were in the other room down the hall. As Aaron appears, she rolls her neck, feeling a knot and tightness, and does not notice the presence of her boss/lover behind her. The sound of the door closing draws her back, and she turns smiling at him,

"The coffee here isn't too bad, actually, which is crazy because this is a really—" Aaron kissed her with enough passion that it almost made her knees give out.

"Aaron, that was so inappropriate,"

He shakes his head, "Yeah, well, so is that shirt; it's entirely too low,"

Anya looks down at her shirt seeing nothing wrong with the outfit she was wearing, she had worn alot less. "There's nothing wrong with my shirt,"

"You're practically falling out of it,"

She shakes her head, "You're such a jerk; what do you think all men want me? That all men want to see down my shirt? or touch my breast." she steps closer to him, leaving no space,

"Well, its not like your leaving anything to the imagination,"

She rolls her eyes, "Oh fuck you,"

"Oh, trust me, you will,"

"I'd rather fuck a toe."

"Please, that's not what you were saying the other night. There was a lot of talk of a god, one being me."

Anya was about to slap the living shit out of Aaron in this room, with all these innocent people nearby, but he was literally saved by the fact that Garci called him; otherwise, her manicure would've been put to good use. She does however flip him the bird just as Derek and Emily walk back into the room, they laugh realzing the pair had probably been bickering, no one had suspected anything else either.

"They're going door to door where it's a 5-block-radius with over 2,000 homes," Reid explains.

Unless they get lucky, that could take days." Undercover units have staked out the Georgetown "Monitor" building. The Lab is analyzing the footage from the metro station frame by frame, but it was pretty clear he didn't know those cameras were on him. As for the Permits, Garci was Cross-checking with the profile. That brings it down to 600 potentials.

'Garcia, what zone covers Rykers Alley--M Street and Charlotte Street?" Anya asks

"Two zones."

Emily kisses her teeth. "No, that doesn't help."

"Well, come on, I'm the high priestess of all things digital, but I'm not a God."

"What permit covers all zones?" Reid asks.

"Only one. Disabled."

Derek shakes his head. "This guy isn't disabled."

"Maybe he knows someone who is."

The detective enters the room, "A kid on a BMX dropped this off at the "Monitor" a half hour ago. Said a bum gave him 20 bucks."

"Well, at least it didn't make the news. It buys us some time, right?" He asks.

"Until he finds another way to contact the media."

Hotch thinks for a moment, "We'll do it for him. Garcia, I need you here as soon as possible."

"Sure. What for?"

"We need him to break cover, get out in the open, and Call a press conference with every major media outlet present." He explains, and her eyes go wide.

"Oh, I am not the one you want in front of that camera."

"Yes, you are. Detective, we need every available unit." Hotch walks off as Derek consoles Penelope, who is very nervous about the video call.

They go to set up the press conference, and while Garci is hitching a car ride to the Metro station, she now stands before Hotch, mumbling about how she can't do things.

"I cannot do things I am not good at, and I am not good at being in a room full of strange people. That's why I stay in a room 6 by 9 feet. I feel safe there."

"Garcia, what about the Tolgate Theater?"

She grimaces as if Hotch spilled some can of beans that no one else was supposed to know about.

"What's that?"

"Tolgate Theater?"

"It's a small repertory theater in Dean Street-"

Anya hits him on the arm for being so literal.

" Reid, we know what it is."

"Where they do a lot of-- "

"that is not the same thing." she shakes her head.

"Garcia–"

She turns away from him. "I--I can't even look at you right now. I am mad." she shakes her head. " I asked you not to say anything."

"We need him to see a face and a look he recognizes.

Garcia shakes her head. "Well, he likes blondes, and I'm red now."

"We can change that." Emily hands her a paper bag with a blonde wig in it,

"Toward the end, Morgan's going to hand you a note. Take a moment, let the group settle... And when you have everyone's attention, read it out."

Garcia opens her mouth to speak but closes it, snatching the bag from Emily's grasp.

"When this is over, If I were you, I'd make him beg on his knees," Anya murmurs to Garci loudly. Emily bites back her laugh, and Aaron glares at Anya before walking away. Everyone was giving her words of encouragement.

"Listen, I can't say encouraging words, so I'll just say break a leg,"

Garcia goes up on the stand, and of course, she nails it, just like everyone assumed she would,

She explained that the general public would reduce their movements around M street, Georgetown, for the next few hours. They also have an address that was a lie simply because the unsub was watching. Anya was out canvasing the streets, with Emily and Reid., they explain how the unsub is headed towards them.

They found out the car was registered with May Walden. The unsub is Rhett Walden, her son.They find out where he stays, and they surround his home as he exits it, holding his mother in his arms or her bones, and her lips were Kelly's that he carved off her face. The unsub may have killed Kelly, but he didnt get the chance to Kill Penny, and thanks to Garcia, she was saved.

They couldnt even make it inside Anya's apartment, the sexual tension was so intense, the door opens by luck seeing as their lips were tangled into each other. She attempts to Kick it close with her foot, failing three times before she simply pushes their bodies up against it.

Thankful that her nephew was a sleepover. He lifts her shirt over her head as she undoes his pants. It was hot and steamy, and the door was still very much open. He pushed it closed as she stepped back towards the shelf next to the couch, and they managed to knock the lamp onto the floor. And it shatters onto the wood.

"Fuck I loved that lamp."

"Shut up," He growls, pushing her onto the end table. It rocks back and forth as her legs wrap around his hips. Her hands were in his hair.

"God, Aaron." she moans as the table wobbles back and forth, rapidly slamming against the side of the couch. The couch was shaking forcibly, quickly, and harshly. Everything around them was rattling as if there was an earthquake. "I'm sorry," she moans, and he thrust harder and harder,

Both of them coming unhinged at the seams.