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Plain Sight (Part 3)

A/N: okay okay biggest sorry ever for not posting last month. Started a new position at my job and then had to deal with some miscommunication that made me believe I was gonna lose that position. Thought I had COVID twice (no matter how safe you are you are always in danger) and that threw me through a loop. Then I started college and that was a whole crazy thing, so my August was anxiety filled and very demanding. So sorry, so I will be posting twice this month to finish this part.

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER

We had Detective Martin round up all the other officers to listen to our profile. They all sat, ready with their pens and paper as Gideon began to talk.

“The Unsub brought his weapons with him. Tape, glue, wire. He did not leave them at the scene. He took them when he left. He has a kind of killing kit that he carries.” Gideon informs.

“Organized killers usually have a skilled job, likely technology related, which may involve the use of the hands. The crime scenes are far enough apart that he needs a vehicle. This will be well kept, obsessively clean, as will be his home. He’s diurnal, the attacks occurred during the day, so the vehicle may be related to his work, possibly a company car or truck.” Hotch continues.

“We believe he watches the victims for a time, learns the rhythm of the home, knows his time frame.” Derek adds on.

“You’re not gonna catch him accidentally.” Hotch says.

“He destroys symbols of wealth in the victims’ homes. He harbors envy of and hatred toward people of a higher social class.” Gideon says, walking towards the murder board.

“He feels invisible around them.”

“Class is the theme of the poem which he left at the various crime scenes. At one point in the poem, the woman attempts to bribe death, but he doesn’t accept it. He says this is the one moment when riches mean nothing. When death comes, the poor and the rich are exactly alike.” Spencer explains.

“So he’s poor.” A Detective asks.

“Probably middle class.” I answer.

“A decidedly lower class person would stick out in a highly patrolled neighborhood. This guy appears to belong there. He blends in.” Hotch elaborates.

“Why does he glue the eyes open?” Detective Martin asks.

“The Unsub is an exploitative rapist. Most rape victims close their eyes during the attack, turn their heads. For some rapists, this ruins the fantasy. For this type of rapist, the goal is more related to the victim watching him than the act itself.” Elle explains.

“He wants them to see him, he is often overlooked. The open eyes give him that satisfaction.” I add.

“The verses the staging, the aggressive language, “I am Death,” this is a guy who, while being in control at the crime scene, almost certainly feels inadequate in the rest of his life.” Hotch explains.

“That’s why he couldn’t wait for you to figure out what he’d done, why he needed to make sure all of his crimes were counted. His victims, they represent whatever it is that’s controlling him, and he wants that control back. He is under the thumb of a powerful woman who frightens him. And a final point. He is white.” Gideon clarifies.

“We have witnesses that identify him as a black male.” The same Detective argues.

“The attacker was black. He is not the Tommy Killer.” Gideon tells him.

“Mrs.Gordon’s husband came home at the same time that he always does. The Tommy Killer would’ve known that.” Hotch adds.

“And Mrs.Gordon’s attacker wore a ski mask. The Unsub knows when he walks into a house, he’s going to kill the woman who lives there. If you’re not leaving any witnesses, why wear a ski mask?” Elle asks rhetorically.

“And he wants the victim to see him anyway.” Derek adds.

“The attempted rapist is a garden variety disorganized young man.” Hotch explains.

“As the victim’s age goes up, generally, the attacker’s age goes down. Mrs.Gordon is about 60, which puts her rapist at about 20.” Elle informs.

“And it takes years to develop the level of calm and sophistication that Tommy displays at a crime scene, and the rapist is far too young for that.” Gideon says.

“Mrs.Gordon told me that there’s a young man who delivers groceries to their home. He fits a lot of what we’re describing here.” Elle adds.

“Great. So we’re back to zero on Tommy.” The Detective sighs.

“Not at all.” Hotch objects.

“May I see you in your office for a moment?”

They walk off.

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We had located Marcia’s rapist. Elle, Derek, and I were sent to go arrest him. He was walking back to get something from one of the trucks when Elle and I turned the corner.

“FBI. You’re under arrest.” Elle states, he then tries to run for it but Derek already knew he was gonna run and cut him off.

“You’re under arrest for the attempted rape of Marcia Gordon.” Derek tells him.

“What?!” He questions.

Though this was our rapist, he wasn’t out Tommy but this was the only way we were gonna get Tommy to contact us. We pull up as JJ is giving a press conference, just as planned. Morgan pulls him out while Elle and I follow through the crowd of reporters to get into the police station. Hotch meets us as we walk in and Elle tells him that he had already confessed. Our plan was moving accordingly. One bad guy off the street and so close to the other. We just had to wait. We were just waiting at this point. I was sitting across from Spencer and next to Derek, who had just angryily slammed his phone down.

“Chill, Derek. He will call.” I say calmly.

“I know Little One.” He sighs leaning back.

I knew better than to talk to him, and chose to listen to Elle and Spencer.

“God, I hate waiting like this.” She said.

“Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad?” He asks playing with a Rubix Cube.

“I don’t know how it is that you know half the things you know, but I’m glad you do.” She answers.

“Do you think it’s why I can’t get a date?” He asks again and my heart pangs. If only he knew how many women would kill to be with him.

“You ever ask anyone out?” She asks back.

“No.” He replies.

“That’s why you can’t get a date.” She says simply.

“I’m sure there is someone waiting for you to ask them anyway…”she winks.

What does she mean by that. Her? Does Elle like Spencer. No no no, Percy. She does not. Maybe she means JJ. God it is definitely JJ. I mean, they were totally flirting and he was checking her out at his birthday thing and ugh-

The phone rings.

“Detective Martin. Hey,hey” he says grabbing our attention.

“Line 6, Penelope. Line 6.” JJ says.

“You stupid incompetent sons of bitches! I don’t make mistakes! I am Death! You hear me?! I AM DEATH! You’ll see now. Tomorrow. Mark my words, you will see. And while I am taking her, I’m gonna be thinking of you.” Tommy shouts.

JJ asks Penny if she got anything, but sadly she got nothing. Confusion was all around. How could we miss him. We all sigh in defeat. My nerves begin to rise. He was so aggressive and his threat was so terrifying. I couldn’t breathe, luckily Spencer was there. I couldn’t really register it but I knew his hand was in mine. I breathe in and out for a bit, look at Spencer and I am okay.

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It was a very restless night for everyone. Elle and I could barely sleep so we occupied ourselves by watching whatever shitty movie was on the TV. I eventually got an hour or two of shut eye but it was all I really needed.

“We have an undercover car for each of your teams, and the entire damn department out there, too.” The Chief said.

“Remember a truck. Maybe a work truck, in excellent condition.” Gideon says.

“Everyone knows.” The Chief says.

“All right, he might make a mistake today. He’s angry, and he probably hasn’t done the kind of surveillance he’d like.” Hotch informs us. We all nod.

“Yeah, well, neither have we.” Derek adds coming up next to Spencer and I.

“Let’s go Reid, Chase.” We follow him out.

Derek drives us to our lookout spot. It was mostly quiet and I was two seconds away from sleep. I thought those couple hours were enough but the warm air and the birds singing was lulling me to sleep. At least until Derek sighs.

“It’s 10:30 already.” He says.

“All he said was tomorrow. He didn’t specify morning.” Spencer says.

“For all we know, he could strike later in the day.” I add.

“This guy’s gotta spend a lot of time in that house. A lot. He needs it to be morning.” Derek says. Spencer looks around.

“Are we sure this is a good spot?” He asks.

“Three of the victims lived within a block of this street. It’s the main artery through the neighborhood.” Derek answers.

“True, but three victims in the same block could mean he’s done with the area.” Spencer suggests.

“Or that he’s just really familiar with it.” Derek charges back.

“And comfortable in it.” Spencer adds.

“But then, on the other hand, the other victims lived more than a mile in either direction.” Derek continues.

“Right.” Spencer says.

“God,” Derek says, hitting the wheel.

“I hate not having a plan. We’re looking for a needle in a haystack here.”

“Spencer would argue a needle in a pile of needles.” I say, Spencer looks back and smiles at me. I know him so well.

“What?” Derek asks.

“A needle would stand out in a haystack.” Spencer explains making Derek laugh.

“And we’re not looking for someone who stands out?” Derek starts.

“No. We’re looking for a particular needle in a pile of needles.” Spencer further explains grabbing his binoculars.

Derek looks back at me smirking. I roll my eyes and feel my face heat up. I punch him in the arm, lightly of course, as a way to tell him to shut it. He just laughs. I rest my head on Spencer’s seat causing him to look back and smile at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. He did his little smile and went back to looking out. It may very well be a long day but I was with my favorite boys so it didn’t matter.

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southernconundrum-blog · 6 years

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Making a Case for 13 Going on 30.

I can still remember my Wednesday evening History of Film class in Film school. (Yes I went to film school, we can still like cheesy rom-coms) And the night my professor, a former DP for Columbia during the “golden age of film” stood in front of the entire class and proclaimed we were about to view, what most experts call the greatest film of all time. You guessed it, Citizen Kane.

He went on to explain that what made it so great was the technicality and the innovation of it. The first film to use flashback and continuous wide shots, blah blah. I thought it was a snooze fest of straight white male nonsense. Yeah technically it’s cool they did all that with cut and paste film. I respect that shit, I do. But Citizen Kane is one of the most un-relatable stories ever. At least to me as a gay woman. It’s like the Catcher in the Rye of film. I have a hard time identifying with rich white dudes who feel like they don’t belong in a world created for and by them. If anyone actually read this blog I bet I’d get ALL the haters up in here leaving me comments about how oppressed men are now. Do it. I masturbate with male tears.

ANYWAYS. Fuck Citizen Kane in it’s boring ass face. I’m here to talk about the greatest movie of all time. The movie that is best picture every year in my heart and soul always and the one movie by which every other movie is measured. 13 Going on Motherfucking 30.

Yes it’s entertaining. Yes it’s a feel good romish-com with a cute cast. Yes it has Judy Greer. But what makes it the best? I’ll break it down for you.

CAST:

We all know about JGar and MRuff, and before we get to Judy Greer, let’s talk about the supporting cast:

Christa B Allen

For you true Jgar fans you’ll note that this was not Christa’s only time playing a young Jen. She also does in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (another one of my faves but more problematic). Christa’s got the looks and the chops. She’s not only a dead ringer for the younger Rink, she’s also actually a great actress. Here’s what she looks like now BTW.

Pretty fucking spot on from the casting director I’d say. So if Christa B. Allen was the homerun, Sean Marquette (young MRUFF) is the grand slam.

Then and now:

Yeah that could be Mark Ruffalo in the early 2000′s. And Sean does a great job himself in the younger role. Moving on.

BRIE OSCAR WINNER CAPTAIN MARVEL LARSON

In a bit part with ONE freaking line. She nailed it by the way. That’s how extra this movie is. Oscar winners as basically extras.

FUN FACT THAT ONLY A PSYCHO WOULD KNOW:

When Jenna is looking at her yearbook with Matty years later, it flashes this picture of the Six Chicks:

Notice Jenna is now “practically their leader” and Brie Larson is nowhere to be found. Presumably she has already been kidnapped and is in ROOM. Too dark? Or too REAL.

ANDY FUCKING SERKIS

You can use IMDB to go through this guy’s laundry list of amazing credits. And don’t stop at Gollum in LOTR because he was basically just getting started in this bitch. He’s also an accomplished director. He plays Jenna and Lucy’s (tom-tom) boss and the editor of Poise magazine. He’s also gay bc representation in 2004 hella mattered.

KATHY BAKER (Jenna’s mom)

Where have you seen her? Bitch, everywhere. She has a staggering list of nominations and awards from film, tv and stage where she’s had a phenomenal career. My favorite roles are between that gem up there in Edward Scissorhands and the woman of many marriages in the Jane Austen Book Club. She’s a legend and she’s NOT EVEN THE STAR OF THIS FILM.

Marcia DeBonis (Jenna’s admin asst)

It’s easier to tell you what she HASN’T been in. Like Kathy Baker, she’s made a career out of small, scene stealing roles. She also has a pretty impressive career in casting.

I’m not going do Jen and Mark because we all know all of their shit. I’m the biggest JGar fan on earth so don’t get me started, but they are obviously mega stars and I need to save some room for.......here it comes...it’s finally here...you know it was coming..and here WE. FUCKING. GO.

JUDITH THERESE EVANS GREER

If Judy BAD BITCH OF LIFE Greer is in a movie? I’m seeing it. Why? BC SHE’s in EVERY MOVIE. Judy Greer is a brilliant silky chameleon with ferrari engine precision comedic timing. I would say she ties with Melanie Lynksey for all time underrated actress in history, but I think she pushes just past her since her body of work is unbelievably large. She has done indie, rom-com, sci-fi blockbuster, you name it. She can and has done anything and everything and I love her with every sad and broken cell in my fangirl body. She doesn’t support scenes, she carries them. And the only reason you think someone else is the star is because Judy wants you to think that. There are like 2 people on this Earth I love as much as I love Judy Greer and they are basically my mom and Claire Danes. She is an angel we do not deserve sent to us straight from a place we can never know. I legitimately worry that not enough people know what a treeey zzzurrre we have in Judy. I will do whatever I can to always spread the Gospel of Greer in this flaming shit bag of a world. If you haven’t seen Addicted to Fresno, please excuse yourself from whatever meaningless nonsense you’re doing right now to go watch it. Thanks.

STORY

A perfect cast, and yes this is one, does not a good film make on it’s own (see all those shitty Gary Marshall vignette films).

Lucky for us we also have a perfect story. This film has everything: redemption, friendship, love, betrayal, materialism, capitalism, competition, fucking TIME TRAVEL. And a dance number to goddamn Thriller.

This movie created the catch-phrase, “Fabuloso”, which would eventually become the best smelling cleaning product of all time. It brought back Razzles, no doubt saving that entire brand from bankruptcy. It has complicated parental relationships, complex female friendships, a pre-wedding love confession scene, an NYC fall photoshoot montage, an accidentally fall-down kiss scene, a popular high school guy now a balding loser scene, a heroine saves the magazine scene, and a Pat Benetar slumber party pillow fight.

SETTING

NEW. MOTHERFUCKING. YORK. CITY. Is there any other place where a 30 year old can be the editor of a fashion magazine and live in an $8 million apartment???

SOUNDTRACK

I mean, you’ve got The Go-Go’s, Whitney Houston, Madonna, Billy Joel, Liz Phair, Rick Springfield, Talking Heads, Soft Cell, I COULD ON AND ON.

CONCLUSION

I am a rom-com SLUT. I have seen all of them, but this one is the stand out. Instead of limiting Jenna to the “she falls in love and finally changes her life” trope, it explores ALL the reasons Jenna’s life went off track. Not just because she lost her best friend along the way, but because now she’s dishonest, disloyal, and though she has the trappings of the life she dreamed of, she isn’t the person she thought she would be. In fact, Matty is not even the main thread of all of it.

The takeaway here is that being present is more important than worrying and wishing about the future.Which is actually some intense deep Buddhist shit.

By living in the moment we’re in, we can shape our lives however we want. Jenna was so intent on creating her idea of a perfect life, that she missed what was right in front of her. When she got a glimpse of what she thought she wanted, she realized how empty it was. The money, the cool job, the $8 million apartment doesn’t mean shit when you don’t have any real connections to anyone. And is there any better moment then when she goes back to her closet birthday party, kisses Matty and slams Tom-Tom’s drink in her face and calls her a “Biatch”? NO. It’s the most satisfying moment in American cinema.

TWO THINGS

1.This movie has 0 diversity and is 100% straight white people problems. I acknowledge it. It is problematic. I don’t know what to say. It was the time, I didn’t make the movie, and thank the lorde things are changing.

2.Lucy’s take on Poise re-branding was 100,000% better than that Abercrombie bullshit Jenna came up. Don’t @ me.

JUDY GREER 2020

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rtirman-blog · 6 years

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27 Romance-Ended and Begun

When Marcia turned her head so my friendly little kiss landed on her cheek, it was humiliating. After that, I actively avoided seeing Marcia in the hospital hallways. If I ever did run into her, I would have been totally embarrassed. More importantly, I do not include that moment with Marcia as a romantic encounter. So my life-long romantic encounters remained at three- Mickie Finn on my 4th birthday, that girl who scolded me for almost getting hit by a bus, and Linda Larriar’s pressing lips, and bear hug, the night of the apple ducking, or what others might call bobbing for apples. That is my entire romantic history from birth to near the end of my freshman year at college.

It was then, with just a few weeks until the end of the school year, I met what’s- her-name. I apologize for forgetting her name, and even what she looked like. What I do remember is her job. She was a secretary at Central High School downtown South Bend.

I also remember she was already 20, while I had about six weeks to go to be 19. I don’t remember how I met her or ever doing anything with her. What I do recall was embarrassing enough not to share any of it with my friends. I was with her at her house. We were sitting close to one another. I do remember she was blonde, just a smidgen taller than me, and I liked being with her, a lot. I wanted to tell her I liked her, but didn’t have the courage to say it clearly. I said to her, “I-L-Y”. She looked straight into my eyes, and then, kissed me like I had never been kissed before. We hugged each other. I was getting sexually turned on. I was afraid she might react negatively to me getting a bulge in my pants. Or she might even be angry with me, and never want to see me again. So I told her, I was sorry, but it was late, and I needed to get back to my Uncle’s before I get locked out. I did tell her I wanted to see her again.

I guess my comment to her, about getting home before I get locked out, had more truth to it than I thought. My Uncle was waiting up for me. He had lots of questions. I answered all of them. He said I could go up to my room, but that we would discuss my relationship with this girl tomorrow.

The following evening, without discussion, he told me I was not to see this girl again. He asked me for her phone number. Then, in front of me, he called her. His message to her was for her to stay away from me. He told her that I had a lot of hard work ahead of me, and she is nothing but a distraction. I do not know what she said to him. He then gave me the same order- I was not to call her or contact her. I was too embarrassed to ever call her again. My parents would have never done anything like that. Moreover, if I had the courage, I should have told him to “go jump in the lake”.

Today, I might have a different response. I think Wally took control of me and my affairs in a way he wished someone would have done for him. I don’t have any idea of his romantic history. But my guess is that he committed himself to his wife, Harriet, and had not explored his romantic and sexual self. I think he felt that Harriet got hold of him, knowing what a secure future she would have. I believe that is what he projected onto my relationship with that high school secretary. That is, she was trying to get a grasp on a future doctor. I followed his demands.

I think I told you Wally and Harriet already decided not to let me live with them the following year. This meant that I would have to make enough money to pay my tuition, room, and board. I would be living on the west side of South Bend, about a mile and a half from the University. It would take two buses to get to school. As I said before, I did very well second semester, and I was ready to become a sophomore. I would be totally independent.

When I made it home, I immediately began a job search. In Nassau County, there were openings for lifeguards. I was a fairly decent swimmer, but I had never thought about being a lifeguard. Even though I was a shrimp, I decided to apply. After hearing that I was applying, one of my brother’s closest friends, Pat Killikutty, phoned and told me he was going to apply, as well.

Our tryouts were held at Jones Beach, on Long Island’s South Shore. Out beyond the waves, we had to swim about a half mile to a mile. Pat asked me if I would slow myself down a bit, so he wouldn’t look so bad. That presented a minor issue- I wanted to swim fast enough to get the job, and I wanted Pat to get a job, also. I decided not to race, but to take leisurely strokes throughout. Pat stayed pretty much by my side. Lo, and Behold! We both got a job. The main purpose of the tryouts was to find lifeguards for the Levittown pools. We both ended up in Levittown, but in different pools. I was assigned to the Bluegrass Lane Pool, and Pat was assigned to the Wolcott Road Pool. We both attended training, for which we were paid. Then on to the job.

Surprisingly, my height and non-muscular body was a non- issue. Most of the swimming patrons were little kids with parents, school kids, and few adult swimmers. Since I was a lifeguard, and behaved responsibly, I was seen as a lifeguard, and not a scrawny kid.. I can’t remember a sole mentioning anything about my size. To boot, all lifeguards were publically tested each month. In front of fairly large crowds, our swimming and lifesaving skills we tested. On every one of those tests I came out with “honors”. I received compliments from both the kids and adults. In swimming, that had never happened to me before. Maybe I was a very good swimmer, after all. Later in the summer, a parent showed me a film she had taken of me during one of the monthly public tests. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was stunned to see me swim. I shouted out, “Is that me?” I actually swam like a lifeguard.

Just about everyday, the Levittown pools were crowded. But late one afternoon, there was absolutely no one in the Bluegrass pool. It had stormed enough earlier in the day to send most everyone home. The sun wasn’t shining, but it wasn’t raining anymore, and we were open for business.

I was sitting at the entrance to the pool talking to Mrs. Longo. Her job was to check for tags for admittance. Mrs. Longo was okay, but from my point of view, she talked a lot...I mean lot. Since my job was to keep an eye on the people in the water, I seldom was around her. But when it was just she and I, it was hard for me to act like I was too busy to chat. Truthfully, I learned a lifeguard is hardly ever busy. A lifeguard is usually bored. So there I was- passing time with her at the gate.

I can’t remember what we were talking about. Maybe that’s because I saw a girl I had never seen before, walking on the other side of the fence near the far end of the pool. Mrs. Frank spotted her as well, and said something about that girl being a little bitch. That meant that I’d probably like that girl. As she came around the corner of the fence, I noticed her blonde hair and the smile on her face. As she came through the gate, she said a nice hello to Mrs. Frank, said hi to me, and winked. I had a shit-ass grin on my face. I was embarrassed. But I said hi, trying to be cool. Her name was Sally. I had never seen her before, but she sure was friendly. She went up to the deep end of the pool.

Naturally, as any good lifeguard would do, I walked to the deep end, and kept a watchful eye on her. I think that pissed off Mrs. Longo. But what was I to do? It was my job. Sally was in the deep water seeming to beckon me to jump in and join her. I was feeling a bit scared and shaky. As you know, I was always afraid of girls. Sally began to tease me. She then got out of the water and grabbed hold of me and threw me in. Even though she surprised me, I sort of let her do it. Before I knew it, we were dunking each other and laughing. I couldn’t believe I was doing such a dumb thing. I’ll bet Mrs. Longo thought I was a child, and I ought to be fired. Anyway, we kept dunking each other, laughing and chasing each other all around the pool. I was genuinely having fun, and I wasn’t scared anymore. Sally was just as friendly as could be...and Boy!,..was she pretty! The only thing about her was when my nose got close to her hair, I could smell the worst smell I ever smelled. It smelled like somebody died and rotted. I didn’t want to say anything. Why embarrass her, and me, and spoil a good thing. So we just kept on playing, The smell got pretty bad, but I made it through our fun and time together.

As Sally walked away, I realized how good-looking she was. She was almost as tall as me, and she smiled a lot. I was afraid to ask her out or to ask her to come back. I sure wanted to see her again. In all the fun, I had my arms around her, my hands on her waist, my face touching her face, and our bodies bouncing off of each other. In all that fun, I was pretty comfortable. Sure, I was conscious of not touching her tits, or of getting my leg between hers or one of her legs between mine. But other than that, I was pretty comfortable. As she disappeared from view, I felt lonel,y and anxious. I really wanted to be with her again. Oh, and that smell! That was the only bad thing about her.

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