Hot Mess pt. 1

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The team had been invited by the Orlando, Florida PD to help investigate the deaths of three couples in gated community neighborhoods. They'd been there for about two days, and the victimology was clear. The unsub was killing rich couples in gated communities with a noticeable age difference; the smallest age difference being eight years. The woman was always the younger one and always had brown hair. 

After visiting the neighborhoods and crime scenes over the past two days, the team was ready to give the profile. "Gather everyone up. We're ready to give the profile" Hotch said not looking away from the bulletin board Reid had set up.

The team members simply nodded before dispersing to collect the local PD working on the case. Once everyone had been gathered, the team made their way to the front. "The unsub we're looking for is a white male between the ages of twenty to thirty." Rossi began.

"In everyday life, he blends in easily." Morgan explained leaning against a desk. "He most likely works a low profile job that allows him to have easy access into homes like a plumber or electrician."

"He's a narcissist, meaning he's extremely self absorbed and most likely feels under appreciated by society. Especially with the job he works. Due to his narcissistic tendencies, he can't hold a job very long." Reid explained, fiddling with a pen.

"This man harbors an extreme aggression towards women." Emily explained, walking around slightly. "At every criminal scene, the women have been tortured and beaten to death. The local M.E. put their times of death over two hours apart, meaning the unsub tortured the wives, forcing the husbands to watch them die. The husbands however are shot in the back of the head, execution style."

"He views the women in these relationships as disposable. Based on victimology, the unsub most likely came from a home of divorced parents where the mother quickly remarried someone significantly older than herself." Hotch said in his usual stern, low voice.

"This unsub is smart and organized." Morgan said. "It's unlikely he'll make a mistake so it's up to us to find couples who fit his victimology and figure out who his next victims are. It's not ideal, but it's all we got right now."

"We strongly advise not speaking to the press. If the unsub sees this on the news, he'll become bolder, and a press release will only feed his narcissism. Come to us if you have any questions." JJ nodded.

"Lets get to work." Hotch announced and with that, everyone dispersed.

Rossi walks up to Hotch and the rest of the team in a conference room littered files and photos for the case. "We got a problem, Hotch." Rossi said putting his hands on his hips.

"What is it?" Hotch asked crossing his arms.

"Morgan and I visited the neighborhood where the Hendersons were killed. They're not talking." He explained.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

"I used to live in these kinds of neighborhoods. They're incredibly close knit. Almost like a cult. We couldn't get any information about any other residents." Rossi sighed.

"So what are you saying?" Hotch asked.

"These people don't talk to people outside their community. But they love to gossip. I think we need to get someone in there to get information. It's the only thing that could work."

"Rossi and I could go in. We match the unsub's victimology. No offense, Rossi." JJ suggested.

"No that wouldn't work." Emily chimed in. "They've already seen Rossi, and the unsub has only killed brunettes. I think Hotch and I should go in. Our age gap doesn't quite fall within the unsub's range, but it's our best shot."

Everyone nodded in agreement. "Ok. It's settled then. Hotch and Prentiss go undercover." Morgan nodded.
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As Emily was getting her things together, the brunette couldn't help but be a bit excited to go undercover. She was excited to get a little alone time with Hotch, although she'd never admit it to herself or to anyone else.

She was brought out of her thoughts by a low voice. "Prentiss." She turned her head and saw Morgan standing in the door. "We're ready to give you and Hotch the rundown."

The brunette quickly zipped her bag and threw it over her shoulder. She followed her team member out the door and walked into another room where the team be lead detective were waiting. Hotch was already there.

Emily glanced over at Hotch and saw him quickly scan her body with slightly wide eyes. She was wearing a red tank top tucked into a short black pencil skirt. "I like your skirt." Spencer said with his usual awkward flat smile.

"Thanks, Spenc." Emily chuckled.

"Agent Prentiss." Detective Kim said. Emily turned her attention towards the lead detective. "You and Agent Hotchner will known as Mr. and Mrs. Barlow for the next few days. You two have been married for two years. You don't work and Agent Hotchner is a Cardiac surgeon."

"Seems a little misogynistic to me." Emily said crossing his arms. JJ and Morgan chuckled.

"It's all to help you two fit the victimology better." Detective Kim shrugged.

"Try to get close to your neighbors. Make friends." Rossi continued. "You have to prove to them you can be trusted otherwise they won't talk."

They nodded again. "We've installed a panic button in your ring, Agent Prentiss." Detective Kim said handing Emily a large diamond ring. "Just twist the stone to the left and it'll send a signal to the station if you guys get in trouble. Keep your weapons inside your home unless you have a reason to bring them along. Report back to us via phone around 9:00pm just to check in."

Emily fiddled with a ring a bit before slipping it onto her ring finger. It sparkled brightly as she admired how it looked on her slim hand. "Agent Hotchner, here is your ring." Detective Kim said giving him a gold band to slip onto his own finger. "We've already sent over some agents posing as movers to make it more believable that someone has moved in. Good luck agents."

Emily shook Detective Kim's hand. "Thank you Detective. We'll keep you posted." She smiled.

Hotch shook her hand as well before the two BAU agents left in a red sedan to their new temporary home. It was about a twenty minute drive from the station. About five minutes into the drive, she broke the silence. "So," she began, twist the band around her finger. "Is this your first undercover mission?"

"No. I went undercover a long time ago with Gideon." Hotch said not taking his eyes off the road. "What about you?"

"I worked a couple small missions at Interpol but nothing huge." Emily said looking away from Hotch. That was a lie. She hadn't told the team about her mission involving Ian Doyle. She probably never would.

The two continued to drive in silence until they reached the house. "Home sweet home." Emily sighed placing her hands on her hips. "Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?"

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