Please don't hurt me! I haven't reviewed since...well, it seems like forever! I'm so sorry guys! But I'm on summer break now, so I should be updating more often! But I got some reviews in the past week and it motivated me! Enjoy my story. And try the stew. It's delicious.

The moment we step off the plane, I can feel the cool air of Detriot. I am actually kind of sad I don't have my sweatshirt on.

We pass through the airport and outside where two black cars are waiting. I get into a car with Rossi, Morgan, and Reid. I take the back seat behind the driver, Rossi. We buckle in and begin driving, the heater quickly kicking in. I watch out the window as we drive through the town, not really seeing anything interesting. I suddenly feel my arm being lifted up. I look over in surprise to see Reid, looking at my arm closely. I realize he's probably examining the stitches and scars.

Well…that's weird.

But I don't stop him. He seems genuinely interested in the scars. After a few seconds, he says, "I read cutting can be addicting." I don't say anything at first, then, "Yeah. It feels bad, but kinda good at the same time, you know? You know it's bad, but you can't stop." I look at the seat in front of me awkwardly.

He nods slowly. I'm probably freaking him out.

"I know what it feels like."

I turn back to look at him. "What do you mean?" I ask. He tells me a story of when he was held by an unsub and given Dilaudid, and how he became addicted and eventually quit.

"Wow…I had no idea…" I say quietly.

Before Reid has a chance to reply, the car pulls to a halt. We get out of the car and find ourselves on the side of a dirt road. There are several police cars and police tape is everywhere. Hotch, Emily, and JJ are already speaking to the local police chief.

We walk over to them and Hotch introduces us. "This is SSA Rossi, SSA Morgan, Doctor Reid, and Crime Scene Specialist Kensington." I get a fancy title? Cool.

The police chief shakes their hands, but doesn't offer his hand to me. He gives me a weird look and says, "Are you kidding, Agent Hotchner?" he waves his hand in my direction. "This is…a kid! I mean, look at her! Her hair is purple!"

I really want to say several profanities to him, but I don't.

"My hair color doesn't the efficiency of my work." I say flatly, then turn and begin the walk to the body of David Collins laying on the ground a few hundred feet away.

I step under the police tape and find the body, splayed in an unnatural position.

In one word…disturbing.

The head of the man is almost off, and his stomach is open, displaying his innards.

After I get over the initial shock, I force myself to bend down and examine it closer. There are slash wounds centered around his stomach. The guts were probably not important, because they are in pieces, and worthless to a collector. There doesn't seem to be a pattern, just random, violent, stabbing and slashing.

I glance down at the man's arms. No defensive wounds. There is a tan line from a thick watch on his right wrist.

From my guess, and with the wounds going from left to right, it suggests our unsub is left handed.

I stand up and walk back to Hotch, Morgan, Emily, and Reid. "I think our unsub is left handed." Reid says almost instantaneously, "You know, only 15% of the world population is left handed, and men are more likely to be left handed than females."

"So, we have a reclusive, left handed male?" Emily asks. "There's another thing. There were no defensive wounds, so our unsub probably doesn't look dangerous." I finish. "Thank you, Ronnie." Hotch says. "Garcia is getting an address for David Collins, that's where you four head to next. Our car is going to go to the police station." He says. Seconds later, his phone buzzes with a new text. He shows it to Rossi, and we pile back into the cars.

The drive to the man's house is rather short, only about twenty minutes from the crime scene. It's a big blue house in a quiet looking neighborhood.

We all walk up to the house, and Morgan knocks on the door. It is slowly pulled open by a small, blonde girl, probably only a few years younger than me. She looks us over, then says, "You're here about my dad, huh?" without waiting for an answer, she opens the door wider and gestures for us to come in.

We all file in and the girl leads us to what I assume is the living room. The three men sit down, but I remain standing. The girl sits across from them. "May I?" I ask, pointing to a shelf full of framed pictures. She nods. "My name is Lily." she introduces. I half listen as the others introduce themselves, and I look at the pictures.

In each of them, the man, David, has his arm lovingly around lily's shoulders. In each picture, they are smiling. They were close. I force myself to look deeper into the pictures. I notice how they slowly age with each photo, and in each picture, David is wearing the same watch.

I turn back to Lily and my team, and politely wait for a break in the conversation. I then ask, "Did your father ever take his watch off? For any reason?" She stares at me before saying, "No…not ever. It was important to him." I nod slowly. "Well, for whatever reason, he didn't have it when he died. I remember a tan line, but no watch." Morgan frowns. "So, not only extreme overkill, but a thief too?" He asks. I nod. Rossi takes a deep breath and murmurs, "Garcia was right. Twisted like a corkscrew."

Sorry again for the not updating for months thing. OH BY THE WAY if you like these little author note things, I now have a Facebook page of awesomeness. It's " / ilikebeingweirdandunique" without the spaces. And quotes. Me and my friend admin it, and it only has, like, eight likes. Go like it! It's quite spiffy. Bye-bye!