Kristina chewed the last of her wrap. "I have to disagree with you. I think he's convinced himself he's looking for inspiration, but think about it. He has the perfect set up right now. We have virtually no idea who this guy is, and we won't have any new leads if he keeps up his pattern. I mean, we'll come across something eventually but, who knows how many women have to die until that time?"
Kristina took a moment and hid her emotions behind the act of finishing off her lemonade. This was the part that pissed her off most - the waiting, the knowing that more women were going to die before they figured this out, and that she was powerless to stop him, powerless to save the lives of the victims that were sure to come.
"Obviously, whoever the Unsub is trying to attract knows about what's going on, but this isn't the reaction the Unsub is looking for. Rather than continuing the pattern and waiting this person out, he's changing his pattern; trying to force this person to re-act to him by mutilating the bodies. The problem is - this is only going to get worse, the kills are only going to get more brutal, more gruesome -" Kristina bit off her thought as the waitress passed, asking after their meal. Kristina ordered a tea, and waited until the waitress was out of earshot before speaking again.
"And there's nothing we can do but wait for him to strike again, or mess up. We've hit a damn wall." It took everything she had in her not to smack the table. Instead, she looked up into James eyes to watch his reaction to what she had said. Kristina had gotten into this god-foresaken business to stop men like this. To put an end to them like she hadn't been able to when she was younger. She shut that thought down right there. No need to go down that train of thought. Not here, not now. Kristina filed it away in her mental filing cabinet and locked it back up.
Somehow, though, she was finding solstice in James' blue-grey eyes. The storm she saw there reflected how she felt inside, her anger and frustration about not being able to do anything but sit and wait for this psychopath to make his next move, her eagerness to be doing something, anything, to bring them closer to catching him and his passionate desire to bring this b*****d to justice.
Kristina almost jumped - almost - when the waitress set her tea down infront of her. Tearing her gaze away from James' eyes, Kristina adding milk and sugar to her tea, taking the time to stir and think. "What's next?" Kristina asked, hiding her faint blush behind her tea cup as she took a sip. She set her cup back down and looked at James again, her carefully guarded mask back in place once more.
