Trying not to look at Jane, “Well, the first four victims,
were beaten severely around the abdominal and pelvic area before ultimately
being strangled to death.  Our second
victim had been beaten so severely that it was difficult to ascertain what
caused her death asphyxiation or internal bleeding.  Needless to say the force used by this
individual is…extensive. Yes, Dr Reid?”

“Is there any evidence of an object being used in the
beatings?  Beatings that severe every two
days have to be damaging to our Unsub.”

Maura thought about how best to answer, she had her
suspicions, but she did not like to guess and unlike Jane she refused to rely
on her ‘gut’, instead.  “There is no
specific evidence of an object being used however, the impact surface area is
rather large and…” seeing the confusion on their faces, she quickly looked
around, “Agent Morgan, could you extend your dominant hand please”

Wondering
where she was going with this, he obliged.
Holding his hand, Maura explained “Now Agent Morgan,”

“Derek” he smiled, she had soft hands.

“Derek has possibly the largest hands in this room” The
snickers and muttered comments were lost on Maura so she continued. “Derek if
you could close your hand as if you were going to punch somebody.”  Doing so, she again held out his hand, “if
you measure the size of his fist relative to the size of an impact made by him,
you would find it smaller than the actual fist because when you actually throw
a punch, your hand naturally angles so there is never a consistent size, just
an average.” Expectantly, she looked at Reid,

“Gloves, the person is wearing some type of glove, boxing,
mma.” Surprised, Maura looked at the woman who had answered.  Emily Prentiss was almost as book smart as
Reid and she was certainly more street smart.
She knew exactly where Dr Isles was headed but she didn’t want to
interrupt especially seeing how uncomfortable Morgan was whenever she touched
his hand.

Smiling at her surprised look, “is that what you were
getting at?” she said kindly, earning a glare from JJ.  Prentiss knew she was flirting but it seemed
like such an easy to do with Dr Isles she couldn’t help herself.

“Yes, exactly!” happy that someone understood, she
continued, “well, besides the likeliness of the gloves, there is the question
also of the amount of force needed to cause that much damage. You see…”