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londoncallingrpg2016-01-10 08:57 pm
dr_spencer_reid) wrote in londoncallingrpg2016-01-10 08:57 pm
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Everything had been so quiet lately. His work life, his home life, even his mind seemed unusually still lately- And it was, honestly, making Spencer uneasy. It wasn't that he was hoping for a serial killer or anything like that- Even when he was desperate for some mental stimulation and a challenge, he never got quite that dark. But something, anything, had to happen.
...And then it did, and Spencer- Spencer's heart ached, the guilt he felt for daring to wish for more work to do spilling over and weighing him down. And oh, it was always harder when it was children. Always.
Three bodies in two weeks, all between the ages of six and eight. Girls, still in their school uniforms. Dumped, without any signs of remorse from their killer. It was, honestly, the worst case he'd been assigned to since coming to London, and as he stood at the police barrier, having just spoken to the woman who'd spotted the body, he realized that this wouldn't be like it was at home. The police wanted a profile from them, but they hadn't been invited to be a part of the investigation- Leaving Spencer with nothing but photos and paperwork, and the occasional update from the field.
Sitting in a cafe he read the report on the first body for the tenth time, wondering if this was really the best use of his talents. ...Wondering if maybe it was finally time to look at his other options.
...And then it did, and Spencer- Spencer's heart ached, the guilt he felt for daring to wish for more work to do spilling over and weighing him down. And oh, it was always harder when it was children. Always.
Three bodies in two weeks, all between the ages of six and eight. Girls, still in their school uniforms. Dumped, without any signs of remorse from their killer. It was, honestly, the worst case he'd been assigned to since coming to London, and as he stood at the police barrier, having just spoken to the woman who'd spotted the body, he realized that this wouldn't be like it was at home. The police wanted a profile from them, but they hadn't been invited to be a part of the investigation- Leaving Spencer with nothing but photos and paperwork, and the occasional update from the field.
Sitting in a cafe he read the report on the first body for the tenth time, wondering if this was really the best use of his talents. ...Wondering if maybe it was finally time to look at his other options.
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Three murders did not make a serial killer, so Spencer was being honest when he shook his head.
"No, not currently."
There had, of course, been those gruesome murders last year- But the killer had vanished and some had appeared to be copy cats, or later attributed to other killers in the end, leaving the investigation and profile to be inconclusive.
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"Serial killers are incredibly rare, even more so in countries like the UK. In the US Serial Killers account for less than one percent of all murders, in the UK it's even less than that, a fraction of a percent," Spencer replied.
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"Significantly higher population increases the pool of people likely to commit that kind of crime," Spencer replied.
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He was silent a moment, thinking. "If there aren't any serial killers in the UK, how come you're reading about a murder?"
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Spencer looked up again, giving him a confused look. "Not ever murder is the work of a serial killer, very few are, actually. And not all the murders I profile are serial murders."
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"The family doesn't want the name disclosed," Spencer replied simply, but somewhat firmly.
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"I... Can't discuss an open investigation with you," Spencer replied, frowning and closing the file.
The boy was young, and Spencer looked about, wondering if his parents were around.
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"Why not?" he asked. He knew why, of course. He was just being smart.