Penny Alley

Prologue

"… the unsub is more likely a female in her late twenties, and feels comfortable around strangers and kids. She knows how to charm anyone; most of the people wouldn't expect her killing because of her good looks and her social skills-"

Fingers swept lightly across the mobile screen, staring intently at the young male that had been paused, one hand reaching to tuck a hair lock behind his ear, there was a faint amount of irritation in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly open, cut-off from the next word. A low warm affectionate chuckle was heard inside of a carful hidden vehicle. Fingers picked up the pace almost as if stroking a real human.

Placing the cell phone carefully in front of him, he twisted around to get a stack of photos. Then he with the utter most care placed them around himself. The small amount of light from inside the vehicle, showed the identical face of the one on the screen, in different scenarios and obviously without his knowledge or consult. Pulling out his leaking member from his jeans he hissed in pleasure, soon only moans and pants could be heard. Vivid images blurred together as his orgasm started too built up. With incoherent words and stars behind his eyes, he spilled over the photos that already had ghostly white stains.

He barely had the time to clean himself, and turn of the light, when another car came into his sight. He watched as a tall brown haired male who worked in a coffee-shop, step out of his car in the parking lot of his flat apartment building. His name was Romy Perez.

He too stepped out of his car, holding a baseball bat tightly in his gloved hands, a gun weighing down his pocket coat. He walked quietly behind Romy, who was leaning inside his car, to get his sports bag. Making sure that no windows were lit, he raised the bat using both hands and then with a great force brought it down and hit him in the back of his head. While Romy was on the pavement, he closed the car's door, and lifted him up on his shoulder and went back to his own vehicle.

Dumping him in the back of his vehicle, he sat back inside and stroked the picture of the brown haired man.

"Soon my dear, we will be together, once I've scorched out eyes that dare land on you" he vowed purring and drove off. In his haste one of the pictures managed the fall out of the window and landed under the streetlamps light.

... Spencer Reid's face stared thoughtfully upwards.