The Profile

[emily]

Emily had been silently listening to her team speak of what their next move would be. She figured she had better pipe up and see what she could do to be of assistance. Em got up and asked after Hotch assigned Reid and Quinn their jobs,

"What else needs to be done?"

She really wanted to get this UNSUB. Maybe they needed to interview the Fire Department he was involved with? Just to get some background info on him.

[irishcsi73]

Shauna looked at Clark as he spoke to her and handed the medal over, "Thank you" she replied, nodding a bit at the same time, she then tuned and walked back to the elevator, the medal in her hand, thinking about what Clark had said to her, she really wanted to catch this guy, and not because it was just another case

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer gathered his things, and turned to Clark and Rossi.

"Given the geographic locations of the crimes, you need to stick within St. Louis proper. I would suggest sticking with gun shops on major throughofares; given the nature of people in general, I would assume that he frequents common areas. You wanna drive?"

[janemorris]

Jane stood up, following the trio of men.

"Gentlemen, if you check out the case file, there's a sketch in there. It might help you." She turned to leave; she needed to head back out to the station and finish harassing her partner.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Thank you, ma'am," the strange Fed said politely as he grabbed the case-file, darting for the copier to make a few dozen Xeroxes of the sketch. To Spence and Rossi he observed, "Looks like first three targets are Brud's, Sparky's and Ballistic Bill's."

Pulling out his netbook--for this kind of work Clark preferred a physical keyboard over a touchscreen--he typed the addresses into his navigation program, then pushed the route over to his tablet and put the mini-laptop back into hibernation, snapping it closed and tucking it back into its pocket inside his trenchcoat.

[Site Administration]

Agent Morrow nodded his head at Hotch, wondering if Hilshire was going to tag along. They were suppose to be heading to the local branch of the St. Louis FD. Lucas had his own question already made up in his head. He was walking away and looked back, "Hilshire, are you coming with me to the FD" He waited for a response. He thought about how this unsub did the killing, he wasn't sure what made them suspect the Fire Department, but he would go with it. His theory was that the unsub was a patient at a mental facility or was. He wished Paisley was checking up on the events in history. He decided to give her a call,

"Hey Paisley, this is agent Morrow, can you or maybe you already have, check on all death, crime, reports on this date and 1 month span later and earlier, and go back say 50 years. Its probably going to be a lot, but send it to the tablets, I want to go through it. I can give you more parameters if you wish to narrow it down, I just not sure of the capabilities of the equipment, I am new around here."

[TA Paisley Gregg]

(OOC note-the UNSUB works for the fire department)

Paisley had been running firewall checks on her computer as busy work, waiting for a call so she could "do something." She grinned when the phone rang.

"This is Paisley." She paused, and listened to Morrow.

"Yes, sir. I can do that for you. Give me a little bit; I will phone you when I have it." She hung up and began her searching.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer followed the guys out of the meeting room. He climbed in beside Rossi, and made a face at Clark.

"You eat more than Morgan, I swear." To Rossi, he spoke, his tone matter-of-fact. "The map showed that if you turn left here, and then go three streets, we'll be in the middle of downtown. That's as good a place as any to start, I suppose."

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark made himself comfortable in the sedan's backseat with his cooler of food, and started planning his moves once he cleared the door at their various stops... then Spence had to crack wise about his diet.

"More like any FIVE of the rest of you except Morgan COMBINED, amigo," he replied with a laugh. "Trust me, you think it's bad on this end... this ain't nothin' next to the pain in my ass offloading the byproduct is, and that's even WITH a Low Residue Diet. Bear in mind, I have to eat this much just so my body has enough raw tissue available to replace dying cells so my necrosis doesn't spread... when your options are Eat Like a Tyrannosaur or experience a slow death of just wasting away, I think most would make the same choice that I do, though I will say that I do look forward to hopefully someday reaching a point where I can eat less, spend more time actually appreciating the taste of my meals and enjoying a broader variety of foods--about the only bright spots in my culinary life right now are when I'm cooking in class."

[SSA David Rossi]

Rossi settled in behind the wheel, taking a few minutes to adjust the seat and wheel for his large size as he listened to his younger colleagues' banter, paying no heed to his protege's demolition of a small deli-counter worth of food. "Boys, don't make me... stop this car," he joked.

"Speaking of your classes, Clark, when you get to pasta let me know. I'll teach you how we who are born into it do REAL Italiano." He shifted into gear, and they hit the road. "Where's our first address, Spence? Clark, I know this is your lead but it might help if you... share a little about these guys."

[SA Sandra Hilshire]

"Sure, Agent Morrow." Sandra stated.
"Maybe you can help with these weird tablet-computer-thing... it's hard to get used to have such a weird gadget for work. And just to get sure, you prefer being called by your surname or your first name?"
Grabbing her bag, she took a deep breath and silently mumbled to herself, almost like a mantra: "Du wirst es schon nicht verhauen, yaru ja nai..."
Hopefully no one would hear that.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer made another face, this time at Rossi.

"1225 North Haven St., cross street is Center. Like I said, the middle of downtown." He glanced at the scribbles on the pad he held in his hand, and nodded. He was determined to hurry this case along and get the hell home.

[Site Administration]

Lucas, nodded at Hilshire, since he was on the phone he didn't want to interrupt Paisley, he quickly said, "Luke is fine with me" He returned to his phone call and started walking to the Black SUV he was assigned. He decided to go to the Main Station first, the one that does the hiring. This is where he could find out any vacation time the unsub took, and which local branch he worked out of.

He waited until Paisley was finished and then said, "Thanks a lot, give me a call when you find something out, bye" He got to the car, started it up and waited for Hishire to climb on in.

[SA Sandra Hilshire]

"Alright, Luke..."
After she got into the car, Sandra asked: "Just being curious, but what did you do before you started working at the BAU?"
Then, she took out a small notebook and wrote down some dates.

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Back in Quantico, Paisley was working hard. She had one hand typing away at the desktop computer, one at her laptop, and every so often, she'd stop to refill her tea mug. A few moments later, her laptop revealed the information she sought.

"Aha! I am. a. Genius." She giggled at herself, and then picked up the phone, noting with interest at the cell phone tower map she'd opened to see where the team was, that Sandra was with Morrow. She dialed Sandra.

"Hey! How goes it? Can you put me on speaker phone? I have some info. " She paused a moment, then spoke again.

"Ok, so I sent some data to the tablets, but I wanted to give you a heads up before I call Hotch. It looks like the suspect they're narrowing in on, has a long history of violence. I also found something else that looks shady-the guy, Ben, the missing time he wasn't killing? It seems that his mother, or the person he claims as his mother, was diagnosed with Dementia, and he took time off to take care of her."

Paisley paused, sipped her tea, and continued.

"So that's that, plus more in your tablets. Let me know when you need something else."