CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: CLUBS AND IMPOSTERS !

4x09
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"VANESSA HOLDEN, AGE 25." The team had currently been going over a case that had occurred just last week, everyone sitting at the round table as Jordan was going over the case with them. 
          "Last Friday night, she was clubbing with her sister. A stranger, white male, roughly her age, picked her up. They left the club at 1 a.m., went back to her place. He forced her on her hands and knees. And then he cut her open just below the stomach." Jordan explained as she showed the picture of the woman on screen as Casey sucked through her teeth due to the intrusive thought in her head and scrunched up her nose. "Yeah. Pretty rough." Rossi commented.

          "The gutting causes the intestines to spill out. You can survive for a few hours, actually even days." Reid told. "Could've gone my whole life without knowing that." Casey mumbled under her breath but it was loud enough for the group to hear.

         "Postmortem indicates that he slit her throat at 5 a.m.." Jordan added. "So, he disemboweled her but didn't kill her for 4 hours." Rossi said. "He could be a sexual sadist." Emily assumes.

        "Yeah, I thought so, too," Jordan began handing out various files to the group as Rossi sorted them out. "But I found two priors from a year ago-- prostitutes, actually, in motel rooms."

        "Okay, so keep running with it." Morgan encouraged. "Why do you think this is the same unsub?"

         Jordan turned back to the screen as everyone looked at the files in front of them and then a little towards the screen. "In Vanessa Holden's apartment, the following were discover-- bleach, ammonia, trash bags-- all in a triangular pattern. One year ago, motel rooms-- bleach, ammonia, trash bags-- also in a triangular pattern." Jordan explained.

        "He's cleaning up." Emily says.
       "Might be trying to hide his tracks." Morgan tells.
        "Could be a sign of remorse." Reid assumes.
        "Apologizing for the murder by minimizing the mess." Rossi tells.

        "But there's one other commonality between both sets of murders. Bleach and ammonia were found under the victim's fingernails." Casey sits up and this detail sends shivers down her spine.

       "He's making them clean up their own murder." Morgan tells. "It's the same unsub." Hotch nods.

The team had boarded up on the jet and Casey bit her lip in confusion as she looked down at the file. She was seated next to Rossi and he seemed to notice the look on her face. "Something up, kid?" He asked.

"Just confused," Casey admitted. "Why did the unsub change his victimology? He went from prostitutes to low-risk victims, why the sudden change?" She thinks aloud, looking at the group. "That's what we'll figure out for ourselves." Morgan told.

"So if the unsub changed the victimology, does that make him organized or disorganized?" Emily asks. "Well, the prostitutes point one way, the club goes another." Morgan answers Emily's question.

"The triangular arrangement of the cleaning supplies is interesting." Reid says, looking at the picture in front of him. "Obsessive-compulsive?" Hotch assumes. "Might have been institutionalized." Emily thinks.

"We're missing the forest for the trees here. Willows is right, this guy started with prostitutes-- a high-risk victimology. Took a year off, came back, killed a socialite." Rossi stated, siding with Casey.

"No forced entry, no coercion of any kind." Morgan nods. "Exactly. So how does our unsub go from loser of the year to Don Juan?" Rossi questions.

Reid interferes with the convo. "Actually, as Byron interpreted him, Don Juan was an ironic reversal of sex roles. And when--" Hotch gives Reid a look. "T-That's about it." Reid clears his throat and Casey could see the light leave his eyes. She was genuinely interested in what he had to say.

"Something must have happened between the last prostitute and Vanessa Holden making him change his victimology." Hotch stated. "Could the unsub have known Vanessa?" Jordan asks.

"It's unlikely," Morgan says. "Sexual sadists attack anonymously." Everyone's eyes divert back to Reid. "They have to sever a personal connection and see their victims as objects to perpetrate this level of torture."

"We have to build two profiles, then-- one for the unsub who killed prostitutes, one for the unsub who goes to clubs." Emily says. "We've never done that before." Rossi adds.

"Two unsubs doing the same thing? That's very... strange. I agree with Todd, I think it's one unsub." Casey voiced her opinion.

"Prentiss is right," Hotch said. "The victimology is so different, we'll treat them as separate unsubs and see what overlaps. Reid, work up a geographic profile, focus on location of the murders — Willows, you'll be joining him on that." Reid and Casey nod to each other as Hotch pairs them up.

"Prentiss and Rossi, concentrate on the prostitutes. Jordan, Morgan, and I will go deal with Vanessa Holden." Hotch plots out.

          Jordan, Morgan, Hotch, Reid and Casey all get down to the police station where they run into Detective Harding and Jordan introduces herself and the team. Casey shakes the woman's hand.

        "Hey, is there a DNA match between the unsub and the prostitutes? We could run through vicap just in case." Reid begins. "Um, there's no DNA at all. No prints, no fibers. Just like Vanessa, everything gets cleaned up." Detective Harding tells.
         "Pretty effective forensic countermeasure." Morgan says. "What about witnesses? Somebody must have seen something." Casey asks.

       "Oh, yeah. Lots of people." Detective Harding tells. "So you have a sketch." Morgan assumes and Harding pulls out a printed picture of what looked to be an average man — which was like nearly everyone in the city. "It's a little vague." Reid points out.

         "That's because of this guy's other countermeasure. Take a look." Harding pulls the video footage from the club on screen and points. "So this guy right here, that's our killer." The killer had a hat on and looked to be approaching Vanessa in the video. "It looks like a fedora." Jordan points out.

         "He's drawing attention to his face while hiding it from the cameras at the same time." Casey states. "It's called peacocking-- the adornment of some sort of flashy affect to sort of try to distract witnesses." Reid explains.

       "So none of your witness statements agree?" Morgan asks and Harding shakes her head in dismay. "'He had a mole', 'He didn't have a mole',
'He had a gap between his teeth', 'No, his teeth were perfect'." Harding read from the witness statements.

         "Detective, we're gonna have to have a sit-down with Ashley Holden. She got the best look at the unsub." Jordan tells. "Well, I wish I could make that happen, but unfortunately, the family has decided to stop cooperating." Harding explained and Casey furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

         "Why is that?" Hotch beat Casey to the question before she could ask it. "They won't say," Harding says. "Yesterday, the mother would move heaven and earth to help find her daughter's killer. Today, no, thanks." Jordan grabs her phone out and holds it to her ear. "I'll take care of this."

         Casey looks over at Reid. "Let's start on the geographical." She says and Reid nods in agreement.

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After an hour, everyone rejoined back at the police department where Reid had finally come back with three cups of coffee. "The unsub killed the prostitutes in separate pay-by-the-hour motels in Fulton county," He said, handing a coffee cup to Morgan and one to Casey.

"Right there, Reid and I mapped those as the poorer neighborhoods in the area," Casey spoke. "And Vanessa Holden's apartment was in the peach-tree district, where there's a lot, and I mean, a lot of big money."
"Based on the geography, he isn't just changing his victimology, he's changed his whole tax bracket." Reid added on lastly.

"The high profile of Vanessa Holden bears that out. By killing her, he was climbing the social ladder." Morgan told. "If that's the case, this unsub had a long way to climb. Both prostitutes advertised here." Rossi added. "Look at their pictures."

He pulled out the pictures of the latest victims that were prostitutes. "Subservient positioning, asking to be dominated." Hotch pointed out. "Promising to come to you?" Emily says. "That cuts out the social interaction of meeting on a street corner."

"That's a long way from a self-assured unsub who hits the clubs." Morgan says. "Except he took a year off between the murders. Maybe he took that time to change himself." Hotch assumes. "That's impossible." Morgan voices, causing Casey to look up. "Why?" Hotch asks.

"Well, I mean, you're talking about a total transformation here. I mean how you talk, I mean how you dress, how you think about yourself." Morgan confirms. "I agree," Casey speaks, causing everyone to look towards her. "For most people, it takes longer than a year to change yourself completely but based on factual events, it takes up to 18 to 254 days to change yourself completely."

Everyone looks at the girl in shock. Normally, it was Reid giving the statistics and junk but this time it was her. Casey felt the eyes on her.

"What? Doctor Smartie here isn't the only one that reads." Casey says and Emily softly chuckles at the girl.

"Difficult maybe," Hotch says. "Not impossible."

"He already started killing. There must have been a secondary trigger that motivated him to change who he was. So if you're gonna transform yourself, how would you do it?" Rossi questions. "A steady diet of self-help books. Start hitting the gym?" Emily lists. "You have to learn how to read people. I mean, what is a pick-up? It's basically just a profile." Reid says. "Decoding cues of interest and recoding similar ones." Morgan continues. "If you're too obvious, you turn off your target. If you're oblivious, your target moves on to a better profiler." Casey tells.

         "That doesn't sound like something he could do on his own." Hotch thinks. "No, he'd have to go somewhere to learn it." Emily states. "Yeah. A self-help class maybe?" Reid speaks, causing Caseycto look at him. "Uh, wait a minute. Come on." Morgan pauses. "An unsub who kills prostitutes. Is he really thinking about signing up for a Tony Robbins seminar?"

          "He would if he found a class in the same place he found the prostitutes." Rossi says, pulling up a newspaper with a title heading: LEARN HOW TO PICK UP CHICKS.

A day later, the unsub had struck again and a woman was found dead in an apartment building. Casey, Reid, Rossi and Morgan had been below, looking at the puddle of blood in front of them.

"Well, the preliminary autopsy came back. The victim's name is Becky Williams." Morgan informed as Casey knelt down and examined the puddle of blood in front of her.

"Was she disemboweled?" Rossi questioned. "No," Morgan said, looking up at the building. "And what's even weirder is the cleaning supplies were set out, but there was no traces of them on her body."

"Why would the unsub alter his signate and push her out of an 8-story window?" Reid questioned. "Escalating to sadism maybe?" Casey assumes. "Gutting and cleaning are what he has to do to find release. He wouldn't change that." Rossi debunks, looking down at the girl.

"Well, why not? He's changed everything else about himself." Morgan stated. "Did anyone see the unsub?" Reid asks. "No surveillance cameras at the club. Becky's friends say she was talking to a guy with sunglasses." Morgan tells.

"Sunglasses." Reid repeats to himself.

Casey squints her eyes in confusion. "Wait, sunglasses? In the club? At night?" She lifts herself up and stands. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't douchebags and narcissists usually do that?"

Reid put his thinking face on and his head was full of thoughts. "Casey's got a point." He excused himself and rushed into the building and Casey looked at Morgan and Rossi. "I was right about something?"

The group headed back to the police department where they had Garcia print out a copy of the photo that people described when they saw him. "Garcia, you ready?" Reid asked.

"Sending it now," Garcia chirped in. "Please be aware that 30 minutes with photoshop does not allow for much artistic flourish."

The photo appeared on the screen in front of Reid. "Both times the unsub has gone to a club, he's had some costume, but now there's a theme-- A fedora and colored contacts, sunglasses, each time obscuring-- are you ready, Garcia?" The picture zoomed up near his brows. "This area. Now, yes, maybe he's trying to draw attention to him, but maybe he's trying to draw attention away from here." Reid explained.

"Something he knows is identifiable-- a birthmark or a scar maybe." Rossi stated. "We need to get these out. Jordan, release these to the press." Hotch ordered and Jordan did exactly as she was told and got the info out to the public.

Both Hotch and Casey had been watching the news as Jordan released the info out. "Hotch." Emily spoke and Casey turned around and faced Emily as Hotch had turned the TV off in front of him.

"What did you find out?" Hotch questioned. "Of the 20 self-described pickup artist classes in the area, there's only one guy who encourages his students to dress like, uh, space cowboys." Emily held up a newspaper and smirked, "Are you ready to meet Viper?"

"That's what they call him?" Casey asked.
"Yup." Emily said.
"This should be good." Casey sighed.

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After the group met Viper — all while he was flirting with Emily — a woman who used to be a prostitute came to the station and admitted to giving  him the scar they predicted he had and told her story to Hotch and Rossi. That was enough for the group to give their profile. Casey sat in front of the group and in front of the other detectives.

        "Our unsub is a confident alpha male. He is white. He's between the ages of 25 and 30. He's in excellent physical shape to overpower women and also to feed his self-image." Emily listed out as others wrote it down.
          "He has an obsession with cleaning," Rossi continued. "He probably works in some service industry, wiping up after others, convinced everyone looks down at him. His change in himself and his victimology reflects that."
           "This is the kind of guy who wants to stand out in a crowd. He's taken a class in how to pick up women. So he'll repeat a series of well-rehearsed lines and mind games." Morgan added on.
          "He may be uneducated, but he's by no means stupid. Taking this class has given him the ability to read verbal cues and body language." Hotch says.
          "One classic routine the viper promotes is called the push-pull. He'll insert himself between two women and immediately after complimenting one, He'll deliver a subtle insult, then pay attention to the other." Reid told and then looked over at Jordan.

         "Those are really nice earrings. I like those." He complimented as Jordan smiled in response. "Thanks." She said. "My grandmother wears a lot of fake jewelry also. It looks nice." Casey held back her laughter and she could tell that Jordan wanted to slap him already. She didn't blame her, she would've, too.

           "Ignoring the one man puts her in direct competition with her friend and causes the other to pursue you more aggressively. I was just demonstrating. So I'm sorry." Reid apologizes in a low voice and Casey's doing her best to contain her smile as she steps up next.

         "Well, we've mapped the hot spots that he hits and the same clubs that the Viper does, so we need eyes and ears in every single one." Casey says.

        "Circulate the sketch as widely as possible," Hotch tells. "We'll need everyone aware that there's a killer out there. Thank you very much." Everyone stands from their seats and the group huddled up, ready for what to do next.

          "I think I might just stay home and man the tip line tonight. Clubs aren't really my thing." Reid suggests. Casey agreed, she didn't want to go the club either. "Not a chance, kid." Morgan told, looking at Reid. "I need a wingman. Come on, now."

         "Actually, there is another angle we need to pursue." Rossi said, looking at Hotch. "We still don't know what made the unsub change his victimology, what made him stop killing prostitutes and move into the clubs." Hotch nodded subtly in agreement. "The answer might be something in viper's class, but to figure that out, we need to profile the teacher." Rossi stated.

          "You need to bait him, then, with someone he sees as a challenge." Morgan agreed. "We need to study his style up close and personal," Reid's eyes thwart over to Emily and Casey could tell what he was suggesting and she knew Emily was not gonna like it. "It's gonna take someone that he's already attracted to." He smiled a bit, knowing Emily wasn't gonna like this plan either.

         Emily then caught on, noting to the eyes on her and she groaned. Casey gave a sympathetic smile at her friend. "Oh, this is really gonna suck." She said.

        Casey began to chuckle, she couldn't hide her smile anymore. "He was hitting on you, too. Good luck." She smiled.

       "What you laughin' at, Ace?" Morgan asked. "You're going with her."

       Casey's smile dropped instantly. "What?" She looked around, seeing eyes on her now and she could tell what Emily was feeling. "No. No, one: I'm-I'm an intern, not an agent — I'm just the person that gets you people coffee! And two, I'm too awkward and-and small and young for the club, no way, I'd look like a baby in there."

       "Reid's going," Morgan said, tossing a thumb over at him. "And he's dressed like Urkel. If he's going, you can, too."

       "But this isn't what I signed up for!" Casey said, her voice going high in anxiousness. She looked around at the group, knowing there was no other option. She groaned and Emily began to chuckle.

       "Who's laughing now?"
       "Oh, shut up, Emily."

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That remaining night, Casey had dressed up in  clubbing clothes and applied a bit of makeup to her face. She had been waiting for Viper to approach Emily, who also had dressed up for the occasion. She was waiting from across the bar with Jordan after convincing Hotch that Jordan could help out after the incident of today with her lying to the parent of Vanessa Holden to get through the door and noticed over at the other side that Reid was talking to a bartender and Morgan smirking at him from little ways.

He probably gave Reid tips on how to flirt with the bartender and Casey looked down at her drink and swirled her finger around the rim of her glass and bit smushed her lips sideways. Something she did when she was annoyed. Jordan could see the look on her face.

         "Hey, are you okay?" Jordan asked and Casey snapped out of her mind and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." She assured.

          The two looked ahead and noticed that Viper had already approached Emily and both Casey and Jordan gave a nod to one another to go in and keep cool. Casey grabbed her drink and followed suit behind Jordan.

Viper had noticed the two coming towards him. "Is, um, this the guy you were telling me about?" Jordan questioned. "Viper, meet SSA Jordan Todd from the BAU. Willows, you've already met Viper." Emily introduced. "Jordan, this is Viper-- God's gift to women." She joked.

"God sure has a sense of humor." Jordan chuckled and Viper laughs weakly at her comment. Casey almost snorted into her drink. "You brought friends." Viper tells.

"You promised if I met you on your turf, you'd show me something special. So let's see it." Emily says. The three girls huddle together. "Yeah, Viper, who gets pushed and who gets pulled tonight?"

It started off with a staring game. Jordan had to keep eye contact with Viper as he was explaining away something Casey was bored to.

"You see, eye contact is a very powerful gauge. It's why you tend to look away from someone you're attracted to because you know instinctively what a dead giveaway it is. But your brain goes there anyway. Images, fantasies—"

"Don't flatter yourself." Jordan stated.

"The eyes don't lie. They dilate. It's a chemical response. We can't control it." Viper states. "Ok, fifteen seconds are up." Casey tells and both Emily and Casey are standing off to the side and they look into Jordan's eyes.

"What do you see?" Jordan asks. Emily shakes her head. "Nope. No change. No dilation." She tells. "I guess chemically we're not a match." Jordan says and Casey sucks through her teeth and gives him a look. "Bummer, better luck next time." She says.

Viper smirks, "Only because you have someone else on the mind. Once that happens, the attraction center in the brain shuts down." His eyes thwart over to Casey. "Your turn."

Casey stood up straight and gave a reassuring look to Emily that she was fine. She stood up to the plate and cleared her throat looking into Viper's dark eyes and her crystal blue one connected to his and she leaned towards, nearly getting bored to death already.

Fifteen seconds passed by quick and Casey's pupils did not dilate. Viper looked at Emily next, but she simply said no. "Are you scared I might be right?" Viper chuckled and Emily chuckled back, falsely. "No, Paul, I'm baffled." Emily smirked.

  "I cannot figure out what the unsub could have learned from you." Emily told. "What do you mean? He took my look, my words, everything that makes me successful to the opposite sex." Jordan, Emily and Casey all exchange a glance with one another and begged to differ.

            "Really?" Jordan questioned. "Because that guy can get beautiful women into his apartment. I wouldn't let you on my Facebook page." She said.

           "Oh, you're on Facebook?" Emily asked, changing the subject. "Yeah." Jordan answered. "You should friend me." Emily suggested. "Me, too." Casey added on. "You're on there, too?" Emily asked, looking at Casey. "Yeah, I—"

           "Hey, hey, hey." Viper wanted their attention once more and continued. "I gave him the routines that made him what he is."

          Emily shrugged, "It must all be in the salesmanship then." Jordan nodded in agreement. "'Cause we've been watching all the women in the club."
           "And not one of them has looked at you." Emily said, making Viper squirm. "So who do you really go home with, Paul? Or--or do you go home alone?" She assumes and Casey steps into the conversation, setting her glass down.

            "You know what I think?" Casey looks at Viper, even though he's avoiding eye contact. "I think you don't know the first thing about women." She began.

             Casey could tell that Viper was threatened by her already. "Is that so?" He chuckled. Casey nodded, "Yeah." Emily and Jordan looked at one another, invested to see what Casey was gonna do.

            "You see, I'm a profiler in training and I'm a sociology major in college which means I study humans and interactions in social behavior. And I have a theory about yours." Casey explained.

          "Well, read me, Miss Willows." Viper states.

          Casey leans forward. "My theory is that you're insecure about your own feelings towards women and especially towards the one that dragged you down until you were nothing."

           Emily was baffled by Casey's statement as she continued. "You set up unrealistic expectations to what women want because of your own battered little feelings because Sally stood you up." Casey put on a fake frown. "And let me tell you, women want better than a narcissistic misogynist that thinks he knows what women what — like you."

          There was a pause and Viper smirked and began to laugh. "That was really good, ladies. That was really good. Don't you think I know why you're here? One of my students copies my moves, and you're here to get inside my mind. Don't you see? I confronted my queen bee a long time ago."

         "What's a queen bee—" Jordan asks.

         "You are," Viper answers. "And so is every other confident girl in here who's loud when she's drunk."

          "The social butterfly, the alpha female." Emily figured out.

          "Every student who's ever taken my class has had one in his life. And the first exercise my students have to complete is to confront their queen bee. It could be the girl who cheated on you or the prom date who stood you up. But you find them and squash them."

          The three women exchange another glance and Jordan and Emily grab their drinks and so does Casey but she doesn't leave yet. "Oh, I almost forgot," She grabs her drink and dumps it on Viper. "That's for being a piece of shit." She places her drink down and she walks towards Jordan and Emily.

        "Thank you for doing that." Jordan comments and Casey sighs, "I wanted to do that since I met him."

        Emily calls up Hotch to give him the new details they had found out as the girls walk out of the club. "Our unsub knew Vanessa Holden." Emily started. "How do you know?" Hotch asks.

        "It's Viper's first confidence building exercise." Jordan says. "Find the source of your first rejection and make her pay for it. That's why he stopped seeing prostitutes." Casey explained.
        "He took Viper's class and decided to confront Vanessa Holden." Emily told. "It makes sense with what he said to Vanessa that night. 'Don't you know who I am? Look closer.'" Rossi recited. "He meant it literally. We need to talk to the family again. Thank you, guys. Get back here quickly."

         "Yes, sir."
         "Got it, boss."

          As ordered, the three headed back to the station and they were changing out of their clubbing clothes. Casey felt great getting out of that skin-tight dress. She didn't even feel great in it before. She was reminded of the past and that was something she hated. Times where she didn't eat. Middle school was rough. Especially with bullies who made you feel like crap.

         "When you asked him if he practices his routine on a sex doll, I almost lost it." Jordan chuckled. "Or when Casey stood up to him. We're you actually a sociology major in college?" Jordan asked, looking at Casey.

        Casey smiled a bit. "Yeah, classic narcissism. I know one when I see one. Dated one in high school." She said.

        "You know, as much as I hate what that guy stands for, I still read Five Ways To Get Noticed in Cosmo magazine." Emily says. "Because it makes sense." Jordan smirks. "Emily, thanks for doing this."
        "Absolutely," Emily says. "And thank you guys for having my back." Casey shrugs,
"You'd do the same for either of us." She smiled assuringly.

       There's a knock and a voice perks right through and Casey recognizes it to be Hotch's. "I need you all out here. The unsub's kidnapped another victim."  Casey rushes and the three exit outside to the computer screen and chatting over the computer with Penelope.

        "Garcia, you've got Viper's attendance records?" Rossi asks. "Got it, I'm ready to play the player." Penelope says. "Start with Robert. Narrow down the permutations. Bob, Bobby."

         "That gives us 23 suspects." She informs.

         "Do you have access to birth records?" Hotch asks and Penelope responds with 'yes'. "Pull the mothers' names and cross-reference with work and home addresses in Fulton County."

        "Hold on," There's typing done on Garcia's end. "Bingo. Robert C. Parker lives at 932 Pryor Street."

       "Oh, Pryor's five miles from here." Harding informs. "Let's go. Jordan, have SWAT meet us at the site." Hotch tells.

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          Successfully, the girl — aka Reid's bartender fling — was saved and the unsub was caught. The group headed back home and back to work like usual. Casey had been filling out her end of the paperwork and walked to get some more coffee and noticed that Reid was on the phone and smiling.

Casey assumed that he was most likely on the phone with the girl and sighed, sipping bitterly from her mug. She felt eyes on her but ignored it. "Jealous, Willows?" Casey jumped at the voice and looked to see that Morgan, Emily and Garcia were standing there.

"Jealous? No." Casey scoffed. Emily and Morgan roll their eyes, knowing it was pure bull coming out of Casey's mouth. "Oh, come on. It would only make sense for you to be jealous because of your schoolgirl crush on him a couple of years ago." Emily tells.

Casey's eyes widen. "Who told you?! Only JJ and Pen—" Casey turns her head over at Penelope, who's biting her lip in anxiousness that Casey had just found out that she couldn't keep the secret to herself.

"Oh, have you met me? I need to tell somebody things!" Garcia defended and Casey sighs, "Okay, yes, it was a schoolgirl crush but it is nonexistent now. You hear me, nonexistent!" Casey walked away and Morgan, Garcia and Emily joined together in their small group.

"How much do you wanna bet that they're gonna end up together by the end of this year?" Emily asks Morgan and Garcia.

"I'm saying six months. Those lovebirds will fall in love in no time." Garcia voices.

"I'm thinking that it's gonna take time," Morgan shrugs. "Ace and Pretty Boy will figure it out... but they're both too shy to do anything right now. Give it time."

"But they're in love!"
"Give it time, baby girl."

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