Author's Notes

This story originated from two sources

A request that I was sent and from another story I wrote some time ago and didn't publish.

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Chapter 1 Detective Marsh

The cop station was calm on the floor. Several detectives were at their desks working on their paperwork or conducting interviews.

The doors opened and a young man walked in looking apprehensive. He walked over to the desk.

The detective at the desk stood to greet him. "Can I help you?" He asked. He was tall with dark hair and eyes. Even though his eyes were dark they showed kindness.

"My name's Thomas Wilder." The blonde man said. "I want to talk to someone," he said calmly.

"I'm Detective Marsh, Mr. Wilder," the Detective said indicating the chair for the man to sit. "What can I help you with?"

Thomas sat in the chair and folded his hands protectively in his lap. "My girlfriend, she was attacked last night."

"I'm sorry," Marsh said sincerely. "Do you want to talk?"

"I do," Thomas said.

"Where is your girlfriend?" Marsh asked.

"Harriet, she's outside in the hall," Thomas answered. "It took me a long time to convince her to come in. I don't how this sounds would it be possible for her to speak to a woman?"

"Jessup," Marsh said to a woman working on paperwork at the desk.

"Yeah," a blonde female said with a slight southern accent.

"Can you speak with Mr. Wilder."

"Yes," Jessup said walking to Marsh's desk.

"Harriet, my girlfriend, she's scared and hurt," Thomas said.

"I can talk with her," Jessup said. "I can take her into the office. We can talk in private."

"Okay," Thomas said. "I think that would be best."

Thomas got up and walked with Jessup to the hallway. Sitting on a bench was a young woman with dark hair. She was wrapped up in what looked like a man's coat.

When she looked up Jessup saw the bruise on her cheek.

"My name's Michelle Jessup," Jessup sat down next to Harriet. "You have already shown strength by coming in."

Harriet didn't say anything. She looked at Jessup.

"When your ready, I'll be right here. You don't have to talk." Jessup said. She sat with Harriet. "I think you have a nice boyfriend. He obviously cares about you."

"Harriet, I'm going to talk with Detective Marsh," Thomas said. "Please listen to Detective Jessup."

Harriet nodded.

Thomas went back in to talk with Marsh.

"Thank you," Thomas said sitting back down. "I didn't want to leave her out there alone, not after what that guy did."

"She told you what happened?" Detective Marsh asked.

"Yeah she did," Thomas began. "I have to tell you everything that happened."

"Go ahead," Marsh said squinting his brow.

Thomas took a breath.

Marsh let him have his moment.

"He made her call me afterward," Thomas said.

"He had her call you?" Marsh said surprised.

"I was worried when she was late, when she finally called," Thomas said. "She was crying, she told me that he had a gun on her."

Thomas stopped for a moment.

Marsh looked up.

He saw Jessup walking in with Harriet.

Marsh and Jessup exchanged a knowing nod.

Jessup escorted Harriet into one of the offices they used for privacy.

Harriet sat down on the couch.

Jessup sat in the chair. "Start at the beginning, I'm listening."

"I was coming out of the shop and he called me by name, I didn't recognize him at all." Harriet started. "I was being polite. I was talking to try and remember him. We walked around the corner. That was when he jumped me. I couldn't stop him."

Jessup let Harriet speak.

"We drove out to the middle of nowhere. He told me to go ahead and scream, no one would hear. He climbed on top of me. That's when he attacked me."

Outside Thomas was continuing his story.

"When he called he made her tell me everything he did to her. After that he made her say 'this is all women are good for.'"

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Prentiss was walking in the building with her coffee and her go-bag in hand.

She went to reach for the door when a hand appeared behind her and grabbed the handle.

"Here I'll get that for you," a man said opening the door. "Your hands are full."

"Thank you," Prentiss said. She then spied the shield he was wearing on his waist.

"Detective Robert Marsh," the man said.

"Agent Prentiss, are you here to see someone?" Prentiss asked.

"Yes, I am looking for an Agent Jennifer Jareau." Detective Marsh said.

"You are looking for the BAU?" Prentiss asked.

"Yes I am," Detective Marsh said.

"I'm on my way there. I'll walk with you." Prentiss said.

"You're a profiler?" Marsh asked hopefully.

"Yes," Prentiss answered.

"My Aunt told me that if you are a gentleman it will pay you back," Marsh said.

"I guess Karma will come around," Prentiss said walking with Marsh to the elevator.

Marsh pressed the button and held the door for the elevator car as Prentiss entered.

He was clearly playing the role of the gentleman.

The two road up the elevator together.

"What is the issue?" Prentiss asked. She saw that while he was dressed impeccable, his coat was showing signs of wrinkles. In the jacket pocket was a boarding pass.

"Issue?" Marsh asked.

"You could have sent us that file in your hand, instead you flew out here with nothing more than a small bag that you left in the car, you didn't even get a hotel room."

"Well done, ma'am," Marsh said. "It is a rape case. Right now I only have two victims, there's got to be more. It isn't official yet, but there was another yesterday. I know it was the same guy."

"Have you had any leads?" Prentiss asked.

"None, I want this guy," Marsh said. "He's not victimizing the women he's attacking, he is also going after their boyfriends."

"Boyfriends?" Prentiss asked.

"He has a type. None of the victims were married. They were in committed relationships though."

"That is distinct," Prentiss said looking at the file.

"He knew the victim's name and the names of their boyfriends before he attacked them," Marsh said. "He approached her, talked with her like he knew her. They all got a good look at him."

"Obliviously he stalked them," Prentiss said taking the file and flipping through it.

Detective Marsh held Prentiss' bag and coffee while she looked.

"He didn't kill any of his victims," Prentiss said looking at the victim's statement.

"No he didn't, not until last night," Marsh said. "He continued stabbing her even after she was dead. I didn't need to be an M.E. to see that."

Prentiss turned to the last page of the file and looked at the crime scene. "I will walk this over with you to J.J."

The two got out of the elevator and walked down to J.J.'s office.

"Hey, Prentiss," J.J greeted.

"J.J., this is Detective Marsh. He has a file."

J.J. took the file and looked over it.

"I know the usual requirements, I wanted to act on this one fast," Marsh explained. "I don't want him to hurt anyone else."

"This latest victim was last night," J.J. said.

"Yes, it was Agent Jareau," Marsh said. "This guy is very specific. This wasn't a copycat last night. This was the guy."

"I think we should present this to the team," J.J. said getting up. "I'll talk with Hotch."

"You can wait in the bullpen." Prentiss offered. "We have coffee available."

"Coffee would be great," Marsh said.

The three walked to the bullpen. Prentiss directed Marsh to the kitchenette.

"I won't be able to thank you enough for doing this," Marsh said.

"Don't thank me until we actually take the case," Prentiss said.