"Finally we're done with that case." Fleur groaned, sitting down on the desk.

"And you know what? We're all gonna go out and have a great time." Elijah pointed, stood behind Reid.

"Well actually, I rented a beach house for me and Flo. A weekend away." Morgan admitted.

"A beach house?" Elijah blinked,"Well, you better enjoy yourselves."

"Any plans for you two?" Emily asked, looking at Elijah and Reid.

"Well, I actually hadn't planned anything but I'm sure we could find something to do." Reid nodded.

"I'm sure I can as well." Elijah mumbled.

Fleur chuckled and kicked his seat.

"What was that for?" Elijah looked over at her.

"Oh nothing." She shrugged.

"Yeah, nothing." He nodded slowly.

"Well, I was going to go out. I got this dress last time I went shopping and I have to wear it someplace." Emily told them,"I was thinking Atlantic City."

"Of course." Fleur nodded while JJ walked in.

"Hey, have a good weekend, JJ." Emily smiled at her.

"Sorry." JJ held up a case file.

Morgan sighed,"There goes my beachside rental."

"And my non-refundable Sin to Win weekend in Atlantic City." Emily cursed.

"Sin to win?" He raised a brow.

"Yeah, and I always win big."

"I didn't have any plans." Reid shrugged.

"I did." Elijah sighed as he walked off.

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"FBI?" An officer asked as the Agents arrived at the scene.

"Yes sir." Hotch nodded.

"Hi, John Barton, Talahassee P.D. I'm primary on the missing girl, Rebecca Daniels. I got my files in the car if you need them."

"I'm Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss, Dr Reid, Agent Morgan, Agent Deans, Agent Howards, Agent Jareau." Hotch introduced them.

"Yeah, we spoke on the phone." JJ nodded.

"Yeah, hey, thanks for coming out so quickly. I appreciate that." He shook her hand,"I've also confirmed that all the women are from the Southeast. Florida, Louisiana, Georgia, Alabama."

"And Rebecca's the only woman on the wall who's not represented on his body?" Hotch raised a brow.

"Yeah, she's the only one." Barton nodded as the approached the house,"I hope you've got a strong stomach."

Everyone walked in, covering their noses while they coughed. It smelled, well, like death.

"You're lucky." Fleur pointed at Elijah.

"Why? Does it smell bad?" He asked quietly.

"Horrible."

"You'll get used to it." Elijah patted her shoulder.

"The chair was turned like that? This is exactly how you found it?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah." Barton nodded.

"Talk about staging." Morgan looked around.

"Talk about ego." Fleur rolled her eyes.

"There's also a couples boxes with journals, composition books. They're filled with writing. We haven't been through them yet, other than to dust it for prints." Barton told them.

"Have you identified him?" Rossi asked.

"We're working on it. We got a rush on the DNA and the prints. He's clear locally, but it's gonna take some time to get the national records." He explained.

"What about property records?" Emily questioned.

"I talked to the owner. She said she rented it a couple weeks ago to a quiet normal-looking guy named Bob, said he wanted to store some equipment and paid in cash."

"They're always normal." Elijah sighed.

"No lease?" Fleur looked up.

"Month to month." Barton shook his head,"Out here in the boonies, you don't get a lot of record-keeping types."

"Especially when it comes to cash transactions, I bet." Morgan nodded.

"He's no kid, yet the missings only go back ten years?" Rossi raised a brow.

"As far as I can tell." Barton shrugged.

"Late bloomer."

"You see this a lot? These guys killing themselves?" Barton questioned.

"Most serial killers who commit suicide do it in prison after they've been caught." Reid told him.

"JJ, gather as much information about the prior victims as you can. Morgan, Prentiss and Deans, take the journals. Dave, Reid and Howards, the tattoos. See if he left any clues about where Miss Daniels might be." Hotch instructed.

"Think there's a chance she might still be alive?" Barton asked.

"It's probably better not to speculate. May I take a look at the case files you have for Miss Daniels, please?"

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." He nodded.

"He was on phone with Dispatch then, boom." One of the officers pretended to shoot his chin,"Must be what, fifteen feet?"

"Consummate overachiever." Rossi looked up.

"Right." He chuckled,"Why is it when men kill themselves, it gets everywhere, but women don't leave a mess, like they were never there?"

"Women worry about who has to clean up, men don't give a damn." Rossi answered.

"Look at that. At the turn of the 16th century, rose tattoos were put on men who were sentenced to death." Reid looked down at the victim's arm.

"Really?" One of the detectives tilted his head.

"Yeah, if they escaped it served to identity them, but now roses pretty much symbolise pure love." Reid explained.

"Pure love. Right before he kills them." Rossi sighed.

"Have any of you read 'The Illustrated Man'?" Fleur asked.

"Nope." He shook his head.

"Reid?" Fleur looked at him.

"Oh, I have. It's amazing." Reid nodded,"It's a collection of short stories by Ray Bradbury based around the metafictive device of a man who's covered in tattoos drawn by a woman from the future."

"Uh huh." Rossi nodded, not really paying attention.

"At night time, the tattoos come to life and tell a story. It's pretty awesome." Reid smiled.

"These do tell a story." Fleur looked at the tattoos.

"You wanna see something?" The Detective moved the body to reveal a gap in the tattoo tree.

"A space in the trees?" Rossi raised a brow.

"And there's no date on that one."

"Why would he leave that space blank?" Reid wondered.

"Maybe this guy's just a psycho." He shrugged.

"If it were that simple, we'd all be out of a job." Fleur sighed.

"Hey, Reid?" Morgan called him over

"What's up?" Reid skipped over to them.

"Our man here was a prolific journaler." Morgan began.

"With teeny tiny handwriting." Emily hummed, showing him the journal.

"He probably had counseling at some point where journaling was part of his therapy." Reid nodded.

"That's what we were thinking."

"And?" Reid asked slowly.

"And, well, you know, the three of us, it would take us like three days to read all of this stuff." Elijah walked up to him,"Please?"

"You owe me." Reid sighed.

"Oh, I love you so much." Elijah kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah." Reid chuckled.

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"So, what do we know so far?" Hotch asked.

"He wanted the police here. He wanted us to see all this." Rossi began.

"He was definitely a sadist. From what we saw, his journals were graphic and meticulous." Morgan contiued.

"Covering himself with his victims likeness is methodical, possessive. He'll always own them." Rossi added.

"And the suicide shows commitment." Elijah finished.

"He's organised and compulsive. The crimes are on an annual cycle." Hotch sighed.

"The computer printouts on the board, they were all printed on the same day two weeks ago." JJ told them.

"That's when he rented this building." Fleur nodded.

"And proceeded to move everything into it, it's a history of his crimes." Morgan realised.

"So he did all of this in two weeks?" Emily blinked.

"He got away with it for ten years. He could've kept going, but he decides to end it all and hand everything to us." Hotch shook his head.

"That's it. Everything, Everything!" Reid gasped.

"Reid?" Hotch raised a brow.

"Everything, his body, the tattoos, the clippings, the printout, the journals. He moved it all into one room. He wanted us to see all of it. See all of him, his work. The women, he put them in chronological order. He's screaming, 'look at me!'." Reid rambled.

"We all got that." Rossi nodded.

"No, but think about it. If you take a step back, it sort of makes sense. It's just a confession. A giant, flashy confession. What would we say if an UnSub turned himself into the police before they were even onto him?"

"That he was trying to hide something." Morgan crossed his arms.

"Or someone." Fleur sighed.

"He made a mistake in his third journal. I nearly missed it, but then I caught it." Reid then began reading from the book,"I thought it would take longer, but today was the lucky day. She almost walked right by, almost missed her completely, but at the last moment we found our latest guest.'"

"We?"

"He has a partner." Elijah realized.

"He put everything in this room so we wouldn't look further, wouldn't dig even deeper." Rossi nodded.

"If he has a partner, he's still out there and he's got Rebecca Daniels." Hotch sighed.

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"This guy killed all those women?" The Mortuary Transporter asked.

"Looks like it, and there's another one missing." Morgan nodded.

"Then he killed himself?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Good. Sort of public service." He shrugged.

Elijah chuckled softly,"I guess that's a good way of looking at it."

"He's headed to the M.E's office in Tallahassee. You signing?"

"I'll take care of that later. Thanks." Barton nodded.

"Thanks a lot." Morgan hummed.

The transporter nodded as he and his partner wheeled away the body.

"You sure it's okay to move the body?" Barton asked.

"Yeah, there's no reason not to anymore. We've seen this guys show." Morgan told him.

"You ever seen anything like this before?" He asked.

"Like what?" Elijah tilted his head.

"Everything. I mean, the suicide, the clippings, the journal?"

"I think it's pretty safe to say that no ones ever seen anything like this." Morgan sighed and walked off.

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"The UnSub's name is Robert Matthew Burke." Hotch walked over, putting his phone down.

"Burke?" Barton blinked.

"You know him?" Elijah tilted his head.

"Burke, yeah, I know the name." Barton picked up a notebook, flicking through it,"Damn it. He's a registered sex offender. He'd an ex-con out of Virginia. He got a traffic ticket near FSU the night Rebecca disappeared. He's one of my suspects. I-I went to his apartment, I don't know, a couple of times over the past three weeks to try and interview him, but I could never catch up with him."

"Di he know you were onto him?" Hotch asked.

"Well, yeah, I talked to him on the phone. He's scheduled to come down for an interview and a DNA swab on Monday." Barton cursed.

"That's what changed. He knew it was only a matter of time before you caught up to him." Elijah shook his head.

"And he wasn't going back to prison." Fleur sighed.

"Do you have his address?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

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"The partner being pregnant can help us. We should have Garcia try and find her through doctor's visits or medical records." Morgan nodded.

"He basically lived off the grid, which means she did too." Fleur sighed.

"Judging by the photographs of what they did to the victims, it's safe to say they live in isolation." Emily agreed.

"We've seen his hatred for women, and yet he teams up with her. What kind of woman could change him?" Hotch wondered.

"You think they met in prison?" Elijah suggested.

"No, Garcia already went through all of that. He had no female visitors." Emily shook her head.

"What about prison staff, doctors, religious volunteers?" Rossi questioned.

"We went through all the vendors that were there while he served his incarnation. None of them resurfaced in Tallahassee." She told him.

"What kind of woman goes to a prison and falls in love with a rapist?" Barton crossed his arms.

"Someone vulnerable, emotionally fragile, drawn to violent men." Fleur listed.

"Someone made her that way." Elijah sighed,"Classic abuse cycle. What if that's who she was there to visit?"

"It's worth a shot." Emily called Garcia.

"My sweet." Garcia answered.

"Hey, you know the visitor logs from the prison we looked at?"

"Uh-huh. Still have them at the ready." She nodded.

"Okay, great. I need you to check dates for me. Were there any women who visited another inmate while Burke was there, but then suddenly stopped visiting when Burke was released?" Emily questioned.

"Huh. Okay, let me hit you back." Garcia started typing.

"Got anything?" Morgan asked after a minute.

"Rev your engines, guys. Juliet Monroe went to visit her father in prison once or twice a year from '92 to '95." Garcia began.

"And what was he in for?"

"Rape.. And she was his primary victim." Garcia sighed.

"He raped her and she still went to visit him every year?" Barton asked.

"She's repeating the cycle she grew up with." Rossi nodded.

"She went from visiting him once or twice a year to once a month from '95 to '97." Garcia continued.

"When Burke was serving his time for rape." Emily added.

"Yeah, then she increased her visits to once a week all through '98 and '99 until they stopped completely in October that year." Garcia finished.

"That's when he was released."

"And if you want me to slip you some convincers, she owns a house in Northern Florida." Garcia mentioned.

"Garcia, get us the address." Hotch instructed.

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They had found Rebecca, she had the partner's baby in her arms when they did. Now, they were on the plane home, Emily and Reid playing another game, this time, cards.

"Three cards, please." Emily nodded.

"Three cards for the lady. And..I'm gonna take one card." Reid handed Emily her cards.

"Ooh! One card. Straight or a flush, Dr Reid? What are you trying to fill in?" Emily hummed.

"Well, considering the odds of filling an open-ended straight with one card are five to one against, while a one card flush draw is more like 4.5 to one. I guess you'd say, if I was smart, I'm drawing to a flush. Hmm, you know, I think I'm gonna go all in on this." Reid pushed his pretzels forward.

Emily pushed her peanuts forward as well,"So, are you?"

"Am I drawing to a flush or am I smart?"

"Either." She shrugged.

"Well, you know I'm provably a genius, but actually I was drawing a full house. Eight over sixes." He placed his cards down.

Emily sighed,"I always forget you're from Vegas."

"Yep." Reid hummed, going to take the snacks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Not so fast. I too have a boat. Jacks over threes." Emily put her cards down.

"Wait, you drew three cards to a full house?" Reid blinked,"That's like 100 to one against-"

"97 to one. Looks like you're out." Emily hummed, taking the snacks.

Reid blinked in confusion, picking up the cards.

"Hey, Prentiss. Sin to win?" Morgan leaned over the back of Reid's chair.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Come on now. We gotta know. Just what is a Sin to Win weekend in Atlantic City?"

Fleur chuckled, looking over at them.

"Derek, I have a tremendous amount of respect for you, but there's some questions that, if you have to ask them, it means you probably couldn't handle the answer." She got up, patting his back as she walked off.

"There is a whole other side to that woman." Morgan watched her leave,"A whole other side."

"You have no idea." Fleur hummed.

"I never lose." Reid looked down at the cards.

"I guess miracles do happen." Elijah chuckled softly.