Chapter Text
Chapter 1
20:00 pm
FRIDAY, MARCH, 9th 2007
Behavior Analyst Unit Headquarters,
Quantico, Virginia
“We have a kidnapping of a teenage college athlete after a riot at the Binghamton college in New York” says the blonde woman, holding the remote and jestering to The television mounted to the wall on the far side of the room.
“Not to interrupt or anything JJ” said the tall black man sitting to the far left of the Large oak wood, keeping himself between the rest of the room's occupants and the doors. “But why are we being brought into a case that happen not even”
He glanced at the clock on the Large mounted monitor, “an hour ago, usually it takes us a day to even be invited onto a case” he leaned back into his chair. Absent-Mindedly fiddling with a pen.
The blonde woman, JJ, took a quick glance at him before addressing the room at large. “ The kid in question is Neil josten, starting striker for the South Colorado Palmetto State Foxes, Exy team.” She said before clicking a button and having two pictures pop up onto the screen.
One is of a dark (almost black) haired boy with sunken brown dead eyes, sickly tannish skin and a sprinkle of freckles. He's wearing a Gray sweatshirt. The photo seems to be a default high School yearbook photo. The only caption underneath is the words “Neil Josten”.
The other photo was of the same boy though he was barely recognizable. instead of his dark hair he has a mess of curly Auburn that almost looked like fire, his once sunken dead, brown eyes are now an icy blue. With the forscey of a forest fire raging behind them. His skin was slightly darker with a healthy tan and more of his freckles shining through. Helping to highlight the thin tiny pale scratches on his face.
This time the boy looked alive and was grinning at the camera mischievously, as if he had a secret that only he was privy to. Instead of the gray sweatshirt, he wore a white on orange Palmetto State Fox's Jersey. With the number 10 imprinted on the front. But the most noticeable difference was the dark number 4 tattooed onto his left cheek bone.
The caption under the photo read. Neil Josten, age 20.
“Or at least that's what his alias is” JJ continued. Having everyone's full attention now, she hit another button.
A picture of a young boy popped up, identical to the man in the second photo. The name underneath it was Nathaniel Wisninski, age 7.
As well as a picture of a mid to late 30 woman. With blonde hair and green eyes, with a neutral expression. The caption under her photo was Mary Hadford-Winsninski, age 32.
“We were quickly able to discover that Josten's real name is Nathaniel Wisninski, a 19 year old runaway, thanks to Penelope” JJ said, “He disappeared 8 years ago with his mother Mary, it was originally thought that they were both kidnapped or killed by his father, Nathan Wisninski”.
This time another man's photo popped up on the screen, he was a carbon copy of the little boy. Only this time in his 40s.
“Nathan is the suspected “Baltimore butcher” who's been terrorizing Marilyn for the past 20 years” she said.
This time multiple photos popped up, many of which were of severed body parts and decapitated heads. Some photos had strips of flesh expertly peeled from the bone as if done to torture. Close-Ups of the heads and hands showed teeth pulled, fingernails cut and stinged, and in some cases hair was even shaved or burned from the skull. additional cuts and scratches covering the remaining parts of the bodies.
“Baltimore PD as well as The FBI have attempted to arrest him but it seems that the charges have not been able to stick until roughly 6 months ago he was arrested for tax evasion” JJ said, gesturing to the files on the tables for everyone to look into.
“He was let out yesterday on a good behavior and retrial, and now at his estate in Baltimore” A black-haired woman, in her mid 30s was going through the paperwork in her folder. To her left sat a young man with shabby dark brown hair, he was skimming through all of the papers in his file.
To her right sat an older man in his mid to late-50s he was staring at the screen well listening to JJ go on, about their upcoming case.
Finally sitting between him and the dark skin man by the doorway was a well-dressed Man in his late '30s to early '40s. “not to be rude but why did the Baltimore PD call us so soon? Especially if they already have agents on the ground” The black man asked the woman.
JJ looked at her before saying, “Because they believe Nathan is going to kill Nathaniel today. If they do, not only will they loss Nathaniel as a witness against his father, but they believe Nathan is the Executioner for the Yakuza group based in New York” JJ continued, “and seeing as there's been no sightings from Mary in the past 2 years, we can believe that she's dead, meaning Nathaniel it's likely the only person that can testify”.
Jj was purposely leaving out the mention of the Hadfords family, until they arrived at Baltimore PD. Seeing as the agent's already on duty, were making a deal with the head of their family. In exchange for Nathaniel's safety.
The well-dressed man, who seemed to be in charge, stood up for his chair. “Alright everyone, I want wheels up in 20. Jj, Emily, Gideon and I we'll meet with Baltimore PD and the agents on duty. Morgan, Reid I want you two to interrogate Nathaniel's teammates. Someone might know something, I also want Garcia looking into the team just to cover all our bases”
All the occupants in the room quickly stood before saying “yes sir” and leaving to grab their files and bags.