"Let's wait for the suspect to make the first move. Where are your hands? Don't go too far." JJ pinched his waist.
'So this skill is universal, a skill that any woman can master?'
After playing this ga of fake sex, they slept.
An hour later, soft snoring filled the room. The two under the covers seed to be fast asleep. After an unknown amount of ti, the door was silently opened from the outside.
A dark figure, holding a baseball bat, slowly approached the bedside, rustling and searching around.
"What are you looking for? Need help?"
Jack sat bolt upright in bed, his sudden voice startling the shadowy figure, who reflexively swung a baseball bat at his head.
With a "crack" the thicker end of the bat landed firmly in Jack's palm. Sohow, with a twist and turn, the entire bat was in his hand.
The shadowy figure turned to flee in terror, but in the next second, the baseball bat in Jack's hand, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck him hard in the lower back, specifically the tailbone. Rossi had only said to leave him alive; crippling him was considered a lifesaver.
"Crack!"
"Ouch!"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, a grotesque scream echoed through the room. The shadowy figure collapsed heavily onto the carpet, a stench quickly filling the entire room.
'Well done my self.'
A few minutes later, the room lights ca on. JJ, already dressed, stood at the door, covering her nose, letting in fresh air through the half-open door. It was a bit cold, but better than being disgusted to death.
Jack, suppressing his nausea, handcuffed the cursing murderer, then let him slump to the floor before going to the door himself.
Strangely, he'd seen plenty of rotting corpses before, and while he wasn't exactly unmoved, he'd never felt this disgusted or repulsed.
Perhaps it was because those were victims, and this was the murderer; even the most rational person can be influenced by subjective feelings.
Less than twenty minutes later, amidst the piercing sirens, Rossi and Reid arrived in their car, accompanied by Sheriff Bruner and his officers, along with so officers sent to recall Hotchner and his team.
"Floyd Henson, a Sherwood native, 25 years old, was arrested for trespassing, stealing won's underwear, and attempted assault. He was released on bail a year ago."
Reid confird the suspect's identity using the file he brought before the suspect was taken to the ambulance.
"You found him too?" JJ was surprised and a little annoyed. If she had found him sooner, she wouldn't have had to sacrifice so much.
[A/n: But you are the one to start teasing him out of nowhere (in the car).]
"We have to thank Garcia. She followed up on the evidence collection process at the cri lab overnight. While sorting through the victims' personal belongings, she noticed sothing unusual."
Reed said, pulling out a small notebook.
"None of the female victims were wearing underwear."
"Huh?" Jack thought he misheard, and JJ leaned in to listen.
"We concluded that the killer took all their underwear," Reid said with absolute certainty.
"We asked Sheriff Bruner to have everyone re-examine all the victims' belongings. They all had spare underwear, but none of them were wearing underwear when the crash happened."
JJ seed to be following along. "The killer took their underwear when he put them in the car and then watched."
"When the accident happened, the violent collision was like…"
"His imagined final, devastating blow, an ultimate violation." Jack tried to imagine the killer's thought process; it was truly perverted.
Rossi smiled with satisfaction. "So we deduce that these behaviors didn't develop overnight; from fantasy to practice, it must have been a gradual process."
"So you investigated underwear thieves in the area?" Jack felt it couldn't be that simple.
Reid shook his head. "Underwear fetishes usually begin in adolescence, typically manifesting as peeping through windows at neighbors."
"But most people, out of self-moral restraint or respect for the law, will choose to buy a telescope for their ho."
After ordering his subordinates to begin searching the entire motel, Sheriff Bruner, who had been quietly listening beside the BAU team, couldn't help but interject.
"Sorry, we don't discuss normal people here." Reid wasn't bothered by being interrupted; most of the ti he was a nice guy.
"When peeping no longer satisfies their needs, it turns into theft, taking things that arouse their desires. If they succeed repeatedly, they beco more confident, and then their targets shift to won wearing those things."
"That's when assault occurs. The only constant is that they always keep the underwear as a souvenir or a keepsake to reminisce over."
Jack silently thought, 'Those Chingchong guys with foot fetish are dangerous, I have to keep my self safe and also my underwear.'
Both n and won do experience many absurd fantasies related to sex during adolescence.
But in most cases, the regular daily routine of classes, the heavy academic burden and other reasons stops from straying of the normal.
Conversely, when a society is in turmoil, experiencing economic downturn, high divorce rates, and high unemploynt, a large number of perverts and antisocial individuals will erge; this is true in any country or region.
"Is this why you asked to retrieve information on sex offenders in Sherwood and the surrounding area? Because such perverts are likely to have prior convictions." Sheriff Bruner suddenly realized.
"Yes, Garcia ticulously organized those files, trying to find ex-convicts who fit the above characteristics, and then she discovered a strange case."
Reid turned to the next page of his notebook.
"Five months ago, a guy nad Collint Barnes committed five assaults, but he only stole the last victim's underwear. That victim's experience was very similar to that of the four female victims in our case."
"That victim not only suffered brutal beatings, but was also the only fatality in the five assaults."
[A/n:
But you should at least have a few clothes on! What's with the gun holster strapped to your thigh? Too hot under the covers?
Okay, it was indeed quite hot. Jack only took off his shirt, not daring to expose his arms outside the covers, after all, he had to be careful not to let anyone notice anything amiss.
This made him sowhat unhappy; the wonderful sensation felt half gone.
Fucker has three girlfriends, one girl(jessie) will be added in the future, and here he is, in the middle of a mission trying to feel her and feeling bad for her not co-orperating. What if his woman took similar missions, would he like it? No right.]
[A/n: Bro was dissing A*rican communications(phone) were garbage as they don't have signal in remote areas.
I just watched a docuntary about so difficult roads in the world and Bro, yours in those 'remote areas' worse than many others. Only A*frica can beat you on the ranking of worst roads. But What is that countries economy and what is yours.
You say A*rica is the worst. May be. I don't know, But it is the leading country after WW2 and you are its personal product making machine. (extre but true)]
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