"So, how are we?" Fleur sat down on her desk.

"We're tired." Elijah answered, slowly spinning in his chair.

"We always are." Fleur chuckled.

"Always on the clock, never catch a break." Morgan shrugged, sipping his coffee.

"Has anyone heard the news lately?" JJ asked.

"The news?" Elijah blinked.

"What's going on?" Reid turned to them.

"I don't know." JJ sighed,"I just heard we're leaving now."

"There's been a mass sniper shooting in Dallas." Hotch walked in.

"How many victims?" Elijah looked over at him.

"Still unclear. Three confirmed deaths so far." Rossi sighed.

"We don't know much beyond that." Hotch nodded.

"Is it a terrorist attack?" Blake questioned.

"Well, if it is, they're happening more frequently." Morgan shook his head,"First the Boston Marathon, then the cleaver incident in London."

"We're also coming upon the fiftieth anniversary of the assassination of JFK, which also took place in Dallas." Reid mentioned.

"So we have to consider domestic terrorism." JJ sighed.

"Right now, we consider everything. I need a list of all acts of civil unrest in Texas in the last few years." Hotch ordered.

"Copy that." Garcia nodded quickly.

"Local FBI's on the scene. We'll take the lead when we arrive." Hotch sighed.

"Be safe." Garcia added as the lift doors closed.

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"It's worse than we thought. Five confirmed dead, sixth victim is still alive. He's in surgery now. This is Agent Mays. She's in charge of reviewing surveillance footage. These gentlemen are from the BAU. SSA's Hotchner, Rossi and Howards." Agent Hollins introduced them.

"We understand there were twelve shots fired." Rossi looked over to Mays.

"Yes, that's right. At 0.8 second intervals. So this entire thing was over in ten seconds." Mays sighed.

"Any footage of potential suspects?" Hotch asked.

"Well, we're still looking. Based on the trajectory, we know that he was shooting from a high vantage point. Unfortunately, none of the camera angles caught that. But we do think he was shooting from the north end of the plaza." May explained.

"Area's been sealed off. Going floor by floor through each building." Hollins added.

"Shooter's gotta be long gone by now. Any eyewitness accounts?" Fleur asked.

"Well, they run the gamut. The only thing that's consistent is how inconsistent they are." Не answered.

"We should monitor social media for any leads." Hotch added.

"We'll do that, but in my opinion, nothing beats good, old-fashioned investigating." Hollins shook his head.

"No argument here." Rossi hummed.

"Agent Mays, why don't you head on down, help the BAU in the plaza." Hollins suggested.

"Will do." Mays walked off.

"What do we know about the victims?" Hotch questioned.

"Let me show you." Hollins turned to the board,"The first victim was Axel Greiner, computer programmer. Daniel Bukowski, Assistant DA. Alice Emerson was a social worker. Melanie Chen, financial adviser. Ricardo Hernandez, a sales manager. Kyle Yates, the final victim, he's the one that's still alive and in surgery. He was a waiter at the Golden Oaks Grill."

"Victimology is across the board. Random targets would be consistent with terrorist attacks, but we should still look into backgrounds." Rossi pointed.

"We're on that. First victim was a hacker. We're focusing on him." Hollins nodded.

"You recieve any general threats recently?" Hotch raised a brow.

"Of an Al-Qaeda nature? No."

"What about left or ring-wing extremists, perhaps to commemorate an anniversary?" Rossi suggested.

"You talking JFK? We've had an uptick in crazy calls and letters recently. You think this is connected?" Hollins blinked.

"Well, the shots happened at 12:27. Kennedy was killed at 12:30. The locations are close. Can't ignore the coincidence." Rossi sighed.

"Maybe after fifty years, someone's making a statement." Fleur shrugged.

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Elijah, Reid and Blake were in the hospital speaking with Brooke, a girl who was shot in the second sniper attack.

"I already told the other agents everything I remembered." Brooke sighed.

"I understand. But sometimes details come back to people hours, or even days, after the event." Blake told her.

"Brooke, if you wouldn't mind, try closing your eyes and just listening to my voice." Reid hummed.

Brooke looked unsure as she glanced between the three of them before she closed her eyes.

"You're walking across the plaza. How does it feel outside?" Reid asked.

"It's really nice. Warm, but not too hot." She answered.

"Where are you going?"

"To get burgers with Casey. I'm annoyed."

"Why?" Elijah raised a brow.

"Cause Casey's bugging me. But then I see Axel." Brooke nodded.

"What happens next?" Reid asked her.

"I walk up and say hi. And then.." Brooke trailed off.

"What do you see?" Elijah tilted his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't so this." Brooke shook her head.

"Alright, it's alright. We'll stop." Blake told her.

"I saw him dead. It was awful." Brooke cried into Blake.

"Uh.. I'm so sorry. But- But you're okay, you're safe." Blake stammered as she tried to reassure her.

Reid then got called away, the surgeon speaking to him.

"I saw him. I didn't remember until your partner was talking to Brooke." Casey spoke up.

"Who did you see?" Elijah blinked.

"There was a guy in a window up high." Casey nodded.

"What did he look like?" Blake asked.

"He was..White and bald, but it was far away and just for a second, and then he disappeared. It could have been the shooter, right?" Casey looked up.

"Excuse me." Blake nodded as she spotted Reid waiting for them and both she and Elijah walked over to him.

"What happened?" Elijah tilted his head.

"Kyle Yates, the sixth victim just died." Reid whispered.

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Morgan and Fleur walked into the interview room to talk with their top suspect, Dawson who had.. Unsavory connections to say the least

"I admit I was once affiliated with the Southern Aryans, but that was a mistake and it was a long time ago. Look, I even had my tattoos removed." He showed them his arm.

"Do you know why we're here?" Morgan asked him.

"I imagine it's about the murder of that council man, Adrian Clay, which I swear I had no involvement in."

"Any contact with members of the Southern Aryans?" Fleur tilted her head.

"Ma'am, I'm in prison." Dawnson chuckled,"My opportunities to, uh, socialize are somewhat limited."

"Well, that's not what we heard. Rumor has it you're in charge. You're still known as the General." Morgan leaned forward.

"Some folks would like to imbue me with a great deal of power, but it's a mantle I choose not to accept." He hummed.

"So you could call the shots. You just choose not to?" Fleur hummed.

"How can I lead when I no longer believe?" Dawnson raised a brow.

Fleur scoffed a little and she went to stand,"Alright Derek. We're wasting our time here."

"I just have a few more questions." Morgan gently took her hand.

"No, really, let's just go, cherié."

"No, no, hey. Hold tight. It'll only take a second." Morgan assured her before turning back to Dawson,"What do you know about today's events?"

"Today's events?" Dawson raised a brow.

"You must have heard about the shootings." Morgan rubbed Fleur's hand.

Dawson glanced down at their hands, shifting before looking up,"Enlighten me."

"The Assistant DA prosecuting you for the murder of the black councilman was killed." Fleur nodded.

"Did you order that hit?" Morgan tilted his head.

"I had nothing to do with it." Dawson answered.

Fleur hummed, taking Derek's hand and kissing it,"Cause you're not racist anymore?"

"Mr Dawson. I can't tell you how impressed I am with you." Morgan stood up and leaned forward, placing his hands on Dawson's,"So I'd like to shake your hand and congratulate you for making such a positive change in your life."

Dawson stared up at Morgan, attempting to yank his hands away.

"I'd be really careful, because somebody might think you still believe." Morgan whispered before patting Dawson's cheek.

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"The guy had no idea. I mean, he's racist as hell, but he did not have the Assistant DA killed." Morgan shook his head.

"He was way too angry at us to even be happy about it." Fleur shrugged.

"This is the only case the Assistant DA was trying. He has no other known enemies, which means he wasn't the specific target." Rossi pointed.

"Okay, well who else uses a .308 rifle?" JJ asked.

"In Texas?" Rossi raised a brow,"Hunters, the Minutemen, housewives. Which unfortunately doesn't narrow down the field."

"The six bullets that didn't hit people have been found, in the cafe sign, planters, and a couple of trees. All points to him not being a very good shot." Morgan shook his head.

"Or maybe he's a great shot." Reid suggested as he, Elijah and Blake walked in,"According to the doctors at the hospital, all six victims were hit with kill shots directly to the head, base of neck, and heart. The sixth victim only survived because of an anatomic anomaly. He had a reversed heart, but the bullet still tore through major arteries and they couldn't save him."

"What seems like disorganised shooting was actually organised and intentional." Blake sighed.

"A forensic countermeasure?" Rossi raised a brow.

"To make law enforcement believe the Unsub's not a specially trained shooter." Fleur shook her head.

"Which means the victims weren't random at all. He knew exactly who he wanted to kill." Elijah realized.

"So if it wasn't the attorney, who's the real target?" JJ blinked.

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"We're looking for an LDSK or long distance serial killer. He's a very skilled marksman with a god complex." Hotch began with the profile.

"He derives pleasure out of remaining unseen and determining the fates of people from afar." Morgan added.

"He's criminally sophisticated and methodical, concealing his method of ingress and egress, leaving little evidence behind in his sniper perches." JJ told them.

"This suggests a great deal of experience, so this UnSub has a military or law enforcement background, possibly even special forces." Fleur continued.

"His victims at first appear to be targets of opportunity, but it now appears that one or more of them may have been targets of choice." Reid explained,"The remaining victims are collateral damage to be used as a forensic countermeasure, similar to what John Allen Muhammad and Lee Boyd Malvo did with the D.C sniper case in 2002."

"This means there's some kind of unknown connection between one or more victims at the first and second crime scenes." Rossi sighed.

"What about the Caucasian male the eyewitness saw at the plaza?" Mays asked.

"It's something we'll consider, but we can't rule out others." Fleur shrugged,"We know the UnSub is likely in his late thirties to forties in order to have the means and patience to plan and execute these attacks."

"If he still has specific targets, its likely he won't wait long to attack, so the public needs to remain vigilant." Hotch finished.

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"Alice Emerson's husband said they live a quiet life. But this morning before the shooting, she was preoccupied. When he asked her about it, she said it was something at work." Morgan told the others, another victim.

"Yet her boss claims she was worried about a medical procedure her mum was having." Elijah tilted his head.

That's when Garcia called, Fleur answering.

"Go ahead, Garcia."

"I am loathe to admit this, but I'm having a hard time recovering all of Alice Emerson's texts and emails." Garcia told them,"That company that runs Chat Alert is damn good at scrambling their data. And although I am fast as hot lighting, my server is not because it needs updating, so if someone with great hair and a tie could approve the funding to update said server, we could get this show on the road, and I.."

"Put in a requestition, Garcia." Hotch nodded.

"Thank you, sir. Filing form 9093b now. I am familiar with it and the void it disappears into." She hummed,"Okay, I did manage to piece together Alice's last text. It was sent at 11:40, which is less than an hour before the shooting. It's a doozy. It was sent to a pre-paid cell phone, and it is this, 'Rebecca Schroeder'."

"You lost me. We're talking about Alice Emerson." Fleur blinked.

"I know. And that's the text she sent, that name, Rebecca Schroeder." Garcia stated.

"She's the second shooting victim at the gas station." Morgan picked up her picture.

"Yeah. Rebecca is an econ professor at East Texas College. She's fifty, never married and no kids. Although, she does have a sister who lives in Austin with five kids, that she's close to. She has season tickets to the opera. Besides that, she lives like a monk. According to her credit card records, she doesn't even own a pet." Garcia informed them.

"Any idea where Alice and Rebecca's paths might've crossed?" Hotch questioned.

"No, I ran a cursory search, and I've come up with nada." She shook her head.

"What if Rebecca Schroeder was a community angel?" JJ suggested.

"If she was part of the network that shelters abused women, the Unsub could be looking for someone they both helped." Elijah nodded.

"Alice was the first contact for an abused woman but the UnSub needed to know who the woman was handed off to. In this case, it was Rebecca." Morgan placed the photo back.

"He may have threatened to kill them or a loved one if they didn't give him the information he wanted." Reid sighed.

"After they did, he killed them anyway to bury the evidence and cut off the trail. It's probably why he shot at Rebecca's phone." JJ shook her head.

"If Alice gave up Rebecca's name, Rebecca may have also given up something vital to the Unsub. Thanks, Garcia." Hotcb nodded

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The others had narrowed down some more suspects, one of the people they had was Eric Carcani. He was a husband of one of Rebbeca Schroeders women she helped. Although when they went to question him, he ran.. Causing him to get knocked down by a lorry, dying.

"So the question is, why did he run?" Hotch sighed.

"He didn't need to. Eric Carcani's alibi totally checks out. He was in Houston at a training seminar during the time of both shootings, and several witnesses verified that." Garcia told them.

"Black Cross is known to be shady. He knew a visit from the Bureau wasn't a good thing." Fleur shook her head.

"A guy who works for a paramilitary company probably thinks he's invincible." JJ sighed.

"I don't know. He knew something about his wife. The way he smiled at me before he died, he was smug. It's like he was saying, 'you're not going to find her in time." Morgan cursed

"He'd rather die than let her live." Blake sighed.

"Well, it's the classic psychology of the narcissist abuser. You know, we may be looking at two UnSubs." Morgan suggested.

"He hired someone to kill her." JJ realized.

"Smart enough to distance himself." Fleur nodded.

"What else do we know about him, Garcia?" Hotch asked.

"He grew up in Albania. He served in that country's armed forces. He moved to the United States for school when he was twenty-three. And he's worked for Black Cross ever since graduation." Garcia responded.

"Given Black Cross associations, he had the means and access to hundreds of contract killers." JJ sighed.

"And loyalty runs thick in those circles." Elijah shook his head.

"All he'd have to do is make one phone call, but the question is, who would he farm this job out to?" Fleur wondered.

"Garcia, can you go through Eric Carcani's email and phone records?" Hotch asked her.

"I'm already on that. I'll hit you back when I have something." Garcia sighed.

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The team soon arrived at the apartment where they believed Maya Carcani was hiding and knew where the sniper was, in the building across from her. Maya was out of the apartment, on the balcony, even though she got told not to leave her house. The team then split up and hurried inside the buildings, half going to take down the sniper and the other to get Maya. When the one half walked into the apartment where the sniper was, shooting him as his finger touched the trigger. Maya turned around sharply, looking between both as Hotch lead her away. And with that, it was all over and they headed home.

"So he was imagining the whole thing?" Fleur asked Derek as she walked into their apartment.

"Seems like it, hun." Morgan nodded.

"Must be weird." Fleur tilted her head.

"I know.. But I guess it helped him cope." He sighed.

"That's one thing I never got to shoot, a sniper." She pointed.

Morgan chuckled,"I wonder why that is."

"I think they should've let me." Fleur shrugged.

"They knew you'd be far too dangerous, babygirl." Morgan shook his head.

"Hell yeah." Fleur hummed.

"Now.. It's not too late." Morgan checked his watch,"How are we feeling about that romantic meal?"

Fleur smiled,"I think we could go."

"What are you in the mood for?" He hummed.

"Italian."

"I can do Italian."

"Thank you." Fleur hummed.

"No problem, doll." Morgan kissed her cheek.

"Let me get changed." She pointed.

"Alright." He smiled.

Fleur hummed and ran to the bedroom.

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"And home." Elijah sighed as he shut the door behind them.

"Finally." Reid nodded.

"I don't want to do anything anymore." Elijah flopped onto the couch.

"No?" He chuckled.

"Nope."

"Not even to call my mom?"

"..I can call your mother." Elijah nodded slowly.

"No, no. You don't wanna do anything." Reid shook his head.

"Wh- Shut up. Get your phone out." Elijah pointed as he stood up.

"Don't worry." He pointed.

"No, you made a good point. Now hand it over." Elijah crossed his arms.

Reid chuckled and held out his phone.

"Thank you." Elijah hummed as he typed in Diana's number.

"I'm going to go shower, okay?"

"Don't miss me too much."

"I could never." Reid chuckled.

"Well-" Elijah stopped as the phone was answered,"Diana, hi."

"Who is- Elijah?" Diana smiled.

"Yes, it's me." He nodded.

"Oh how are you?"

"I'm doing great, how have you been?" Elijah asked her.

"Oh I've just.. Spencer has put me in a really nice place."

"Oh really?" Elijah nodded slowly.

"Of course."

"And you're enjoying it there?"

"Some people are rude but.. There's nice people." Diana hummed.

"I'm glad to hear that." Elijah chuckled slightly.

"How are you and Spencer?" Diana asked.

"We're doing great."

"I'm so glad."

"I've been taking good care of him for you." Elijah assured her.

"Yes, yes." Diana smiled.

"Now, you have a nice night. Okay?"

"I will do, goodnight son." Diana nodded.

"Goodnight, mum." Elijah smiled softly as he hung up.