"Thank you. Okay, just put everything on the counter, and I'll put it away later." Garcia instructed Elijah and Reid as they walked into her house with her Halloween party supplies.

"I like your altar." Reid hummed.

"Thank you." Garcia smiled,"Yeah, there's still a lot to do before the party next week, and I'm scared. I've never had the whole team here before."

"Why are you doing a Day of the Dead theme?" Reid asked.

"Well, my step-father's family always made a big deal about it in Mexico and my name is Penelope Garcia, after all so.." Garcia trailed off,"Hey, can you check my refrigerator and see if I gave enough hot sauce?"

Reid did as he was told, looking in the fridge,"You have some jalapeño sauce here next to this jar of eyeballs, but I think you're gonna need more, depending on how much guacamole you plan on making... You okay?"

"You didn't even flinch." Garcia blinked.

"..Was I meant to?" Elijah raised a brow.

"JJ's right. I told her I wanted to go scary this Halloween, and she just laughed at me and she said I don't have a scary side." Garcia sighed, going to wipe the fake blood from her cheeks that she had placed on.

"I'm sorry. If it makes you feel better, you probably do." Elijah told her.

"Really?" Garcia smiled.

"Yeah. The building blocks of the human personality are complex, varied and multi-faceted. It's essential to one's mental health to want to express these hidden personalities, and it's just a fact of nature that everyone has one." Reid explained.

"Everybody? You two have one?"

"Oh, absolutely. Yeah." He nodded.

"Okay, I wanna see it- I wanna see my boys hidden personalities." Garcia nodded.

"Right here? Like, you want to see it right now?" Elijah stammered.

"I have fake blood running down my cheeks. Right here, right now." Garcia told them.

"Okay. Once you see it, you can't unsee it." Reid pointed.

"Okay." She nodded.

Reid covered his face, taking in a deep breath before pointing at Garcia, much to Elijah's amusement.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, 'Did that guy just fire five shots? Or did that guy just fire six shots?'. You're gonna have to ask yourself a question... Do you feel lucky, punk?"

Garcia watched.. Not saying anything.

"That was Clint Eastwood in 'Dirty Harry'." Reid told her.

"Yeah, I know." Garcia blinked.

"I mean, I know it's not as effective as my dominant personality, but I feel like there's-"

"Hey look! We gotta go." Garcia turned around.

"Aw, I didn't get a turn." Elijah sighed,"But these eyeballs, do they need refrigerated?"

"No! It's cool." Garcia ran off.

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"Oh, I recognize that face from somewhere." Rossi pointed as he entered the Conference Room.

"It's good to have you back, Hotch." Morgan hummed.

"It's good to be back, thanks." Hotch smiled,"And under the heading of no rest for the weary.."

"A woman was found dead yesterday near Provo, Utah, buried under a pile of rocks. Her face was smashed. Her head was smashed. Pretty much everything smashed." Garcia blinked.

"Twenty-four hours later, she's still a Jane Doe?" Reid tilted his head.

"No personal items were found at the scene, and the severity of her injuries made official recognition impossible." Hotch sighed.

"So Provo missing persons has like zero intel on her." Garcia nodded.

"Well, it looks like the victim was tortured." Fleur looked at the file,"Lacerations on both arms and a burn in the neck area."

"It could be the killer's way of silencing her, literally and figuratively." JJ suggested.

"The robe she's in almost looks ceremonial." Rossi tilted his head.

"Yeah, the Unsub must've changed her clothing." Reid agreed.

"Could be a straight up woman hater. Took away her clothes, her voice, her identity." Morvan suggested.

"And then covered her with rocks." Elijah tilted his head,"Could be a concealment or an expression of remorse."

"It looks like a makeshift tomb, if you ask me." Rossi mentioned.

"Have there been similar killings in the area?" JJ questioned.

"None that we know." Hotch shook his head.

"I'm impressed, Hotch. How'd you get the brass to let us investigate a single, isolated murder?' Rossi looked over at him.

"I told them that the ritualistic nature means that he's forensically sophisticated and organised, and he's likely killed before." He answered.

"And likely will kill again." Blake added.

"Which means we can't waste time. Wheels up in twenty." Hotch stood up.

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"Single victim, unidentified. Not much to go on." JJ sighed as she looked up from the file.

"Let's start with the basics. Those rocks were heavy, so our killer's most likely male, probably in good physical shape." Morgan nodded.

"There could be more than one Unsub." Blake suggested.

"Newsflash. We just got lucky with dental records. Our Jane Doe is Gloria Carlyle, twenty-four year old grammar school teacher. One red flag and it's pretty scarlet, carmine, Crimson. She used to belong to a utopian style sect in town. She joined it right out of high school." Garcia called them.

"Used to belong?" Rossi raised a brow.

"Mhm. She left the sect three months ago, and she moved in with her boyfriend." She nodded.

"Do we know the boyfriend's whereabouts?" JJ asked.

"He's in Alaska, so his alibis as solid as a pre globally warmed glacier." Garcia sighed.

"Garcia, is this sect ran by a man named Herbert Sykes?" Reid questioned.

"Wonder boy, yes, it is. How'd you know that?" Garcia blinked.

"Five years ago, a teenage girl was found dead on the grounds of his compound." Reid told them,"It was determined to be an honor killing of sorts. The girl was stones to death."

"The rocks appear to be the cause of death in Gloria's murder as well." Blake realised.

"The red flag just got redder." Elijah shook his head.

"Alright, Dave, you, Blake and Deans find out what you can about Gloria Carlyle from the medical examiner. Morgan and Reid go to the crime scene. JJ, Howards and I will talk to Gloria's family as well as have a chat with Herbert Skyes." Hotch ordered.

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"I was shocked when I heard. Even though Gloria chose to leave the community, her loss will be felt." Sykes nodded.

"We spoke to Gloria's parents a little while ago, and they said that you had had a fight with Gloria the day she left the community." Hotch stated.

"This had something to do with your claim of divine heritage?" JJ tilted her head.

"I am the spiritual leader of my community. As such, I often speak allegorically or in parables." Sykes explained.

"But Gloria took the divine heritages business literally." JJ nodded.

"Yes, she dug around in my family history looking for who knows what..God, Buddha, Zeus." Sykes shrugged.

"We were also told that Gloria was threatened by members of the community when she announced her intention to leave." Hotch crossed his arms.

"I have no knowledge of that." Sykes shook his head.

"So the friends she made there weren't told to shun her?" Fleur hummed.

"Let's talk about the stoning death five years ago." Hotch began.

He then looked between the three of them,"Since you seem to know the answers to the questions you're asking, why don't you tell me? Look, the guilty party was sent to prison, where he belongs. What else do you want to know?"

"Reviewing the original case file, you were less than forthcoming in the initial states of the investigation." Hotch told him.

"You hired a public relations firm in the wake of the murder." JJ nodded.

"It took years to build my community. My investment was.. Is substantial. I was not going to watch it go under because of one tragic incident." Sykes pointed before he stood up,"I think we're done here."

"We may have some more questions so please keep yourself available for the next few days." Fleur told him.

"The law firm of Gordon, Foxman, and Mendelovich." Sykes out a card on the table,"Not local yokles. Wall street. Drag my name through the mud like you did five years ago, and they'll be in touch."

"Mr Sykes, we're investigating a murder, and I don't speak in parables, so this should be very easy to understand. If you interfere with us in any way, I will see to it that you are charged with and prosecuted of obstruction of justice." Hotch stood up.

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"I've seen some bad ones in my fifteen years, but this was bad." The M.E shook her head.

"What was the COD?" Blake asked.

"It's hard to pinpoint. Virtually every bone in her body was crushed, and every major organ ruptured." She sighed,"My guess is skull fracture, but honestly, any ong of these internal injures might have killed her."

"What about the lacerations? Could they have been defensive wounds?" Blake suggested.

"No, they were in a distinct pattern. Quite deep and severe on the radius and ulna, but carefully placed so as to not cause death." The M.E explained.

"There would be substantial bleeding from a wound like that?"

"Absolutely."

"Yet there was minimal bleeding at the crime scene." Elijah hummed.

"The victim suffered the lacerations and burning somewhere else and was taken to the canyon to be killed." Blake sighed.

"But why not make it one-stop shopping?" Rossi asked,"Transporting her alive, even for a short distance, would increase the risk significantly."

"The tox report did show traces of chlorpromazine in her system." The M.E mentioned.

"A tranquilizer. That's what he used to control her." Elijah nodded.

"Theres something else I wanted you to see." The M.E lifted Gloria's fingers up.

"Fingernail polish was removed. But crudely." Blake commented.

"A mixture of citrus juice and vinegar. And where that didn't do the trick, the polish was roughly scraped off with a sharp object." She added.

"Not how I remember my ex-wives removing their polish." Rossi recalled.

"Well, this was done to her, not by her." Blake shook her head.

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"JJ, were you able to contact Abby Stafford's family?" Hotch asked as he stuck up more evidence photos.

"No, they're vacationing somewhere in Europe." JJ sighed,"We're tracking them down. But I did talk to a friend of her's. She said Abby was a conversative, studious type. No drama, no enemies."

"I just got off the phone with Rossi. The M.E says the new victim died roughly a well ago. Had the same lacerations marks and throat burning, but the wounds weren't nearly as severe as Gloria Carlyle's." Morgan told them as he walked in.

"He was still warming to the task." Fleur sighed,"Well, our UnSub definitely had a type. Young, blonde, pretty."

"Now, the elements in common to both murders aren't giving us much. Let's concentrate on the deviations." Hotch pointed.

"Okay, well, Abby was thrown off a cliff. Gloria was entombed." JJ began.

"The Unsub left Abby in her own clothes but changed Gloria into a robe." Hotch continued.

"The M.E found another difference. Apparently, Gloria's fingernail polish had been removed by the UnSub. Abby Stafford's hadn't been tampered with at all." Morgan added.

"Well, Abby's death was quick and impersonal, off a cliff. No muss, no fuss. But Gloria was slowly crushed. He took his time to make her suffer." JJ pointed.

"All the deviations in Gloria's murder involve increased ritual. It's got to be feeding a fantasy of some kind." Hotch sighed.

"It explains why the torture was more intense with Gloria." Morgan nodded,"The ritual fed the fantasy, the fantasy fed the rage.'

"If that's the case, this guy's evolving fast." Fleur leaned back.

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"So this guy's killing men now?" Sargeant Mahaffey asked as Reid pinned another photo to the board.

"Parker Mills must have had a hidden or perceived connection to the other victims." Blake tilted her head.

"Or Mills got in the way somehow and had to be killed so the Unsub could return to his preferred victim type." Elijah suggested.

"Then why bother with the cutting and throat burning?" She asked.

"Excuse me." An officer walked in, setting a piece of paper on the table.

Blake took the paper, turning it around and read it,"Interesting."

"What is it?" Reid raised a brow.

"Tox report on Abby Stafford. Our conservative, studious girl had cocaine in her system at the time of her death." Blake placed it down.

"I think it's time for the profile." Hotch nodded to them.

The group then gathered all the officers and Hotch began to deliver the profile.

"We're looking for a physically fit male from his late twenties to mid-thirties. He's brazen, confident and organised." He started.

"This person may be a moral vigilante. Abby Stanford had drug issues. Gloria Carlyle moved in with her boyfriend. Parker Mills was a sexual defiant." Morgan continued.

"Moral vigilantism typically has its roots in repression and guilt. This generally manifests itself in low self-esteem and self-loathing." Reid explained,"By punishing others, the Unsub may also be punishing himself."

"He's also literally branding his victims. We're not sure why, but he's most likely marking them as his own." Fleur added.

"His organizational skills suggest someone who can get and keep a full-time job." Blake nodded.

"But the work is likely low level. His impaired social development would not allow him to move very far in the professional world." Rossi shook his head.

"Consequently, this is someone most comfortable working in solitude, having minimal interactions with others." Elijah crossed his arms.

"And this makes it a challenge to determine how and where this person is choosing his victims." Morgan sighed.

"The two female victims were reserved and studious. Parker Mills lived quitely in the margins of conventional society." Reid nodded.

"So the killer may frequent or work in locations that attracts this type of person. Places of solitude, contemplation." JJ mentioned.

"Museums, gardens and parks, bookstores." Blake listed a few.

"His choice of city square rather than a remote canyon means he's gaining confidence." Fleur sat on the desk.

"But the recklessness of killing in such a public space suggests that this confidence may be stemming from a delusion." Morgan pointed.

"He may believe he's in a place and time that makes him invulnerable." JJ mentioned.

"And if his delusion is gaining in strength, then his next killing may be riskier and more dramatic. Thank you." Hotch finished.

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"Our UnSub chose the right role model. Stoughton was the most ruthless of all of the Salem prosecutors." Blake looked up at them all.

They had figured out the UnSub was copying Salem witch trial killings.

"Our killer's also emulating the methods of execution at the time of the trials." Elijah added,"Witches were thrown of cliffs, hung, slowly crushed by rocks."

"So the family crest thing, is that his way of honoring the guy?" Mahaffey questioned.

"It's more than that. He may believe he's a direct descendant of Stoughton." Hotch pointed.

"Garcia, were you able to run a history yet of the Stoughton family tree?" Reid wondered.

"It isn't so much a tree as it is a giant sequoia. Branches, twigs, roots, sticks, limbs, pinecones, woodpecker holes. There are literally thousands of Stoughton's descendants out there." Garcia answered.

"Are there any in the Provo or Salt Lake City area?" Blake questioned.

"Yeah, there's a handful, but none of them fit the Unsub's profile." She shook her head.

"Can you send me the Stoughton's ancestry chart?" Reid asked.

"Did you hear the part I said about the giant sequoia?" Garcia raised a brow,"I can send it to you, but unless your laptop screen is the size of a drive-in movie theatre then-"

"Send it anyway. We'll print out a hard copy here." Reid sighed.

"I'm gonna send the side of the tree that migrated westward, and do not say I didn't warn you." Garcia pointed before she hung up.

"You're going to need a bigger copy machine." Fleur chuckled.

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"Hey, I have a thing." Garcia hummed as she called.

"What is it, Garcia?" Fleur asked.

"No library employees are direct descendants of William Stoughton. However, there's a volunteer with a fascinating family history there." She told her,"Leland Duncan, son of Orlando and Carla Duncan, Mormon missionaries."

"But the Duncans aren't part of the Stoughton lineage." Reid tilted his head.

"But a big kiss to who can guess where they were doing their missionary work in 1985." Garcia hummed.

"Ecuador." Hotch nodded.

"Ding, ding, we have a winner."

"Same time and place as the Peace Corps couple that died and left a son." JJ sighed.

"So the Duncans adopted the boy and changed his name." Elijah nodded.

"I'm sending you a current photo of Leland Duncan along with his home address.. There." Garcia typed.

"Thanks." Hotch spoke as he looked over the photo.

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They had found Leland, ready to burn a woman and her child at the stake. Although Blake had to shoot him, killing him instantly. Now, they were at Garcia's house, all dressed in black so they could celebrate the Day of the Dead.

"So I looked it up. No witches were ever burned at the stake in Salem." JJ told them.

"Really?" Rossi turned to her.

"Death by fire was strictly a European thing." She nodded.

"Moral of the story, be selective where you practice your witchcraft." Fleur hummed.

"Oh- What, what, what?" Garcia asked as she answered the knock at the door,"I thought you said you couldn't come."

"Well, Jack got a last minute sleepover invitation, so I hope it's okay." Hotch smiled as he walked in.

"Yes, of course, of course." Garcia smiled before lowering her voice,"Happy almost birthday, I will keep it on the DL."

"Thank you." Hotch hummed.

"Okay, everybody. I guess it's time to start. Here you go, sir." Garcia handed Hotch a glass.

"Thank you." Hotch took the wine, going around the table with everyone.

"I want to thank everyone for doing this with me, and our altar's burning, and I just feel so blessed to have you all here. I will start, um.." Garcia put two photos on the altar,"This is my mom and dad. I miss them. And this is my cat Simba with his usual bowl of soda pop. He was a weird cat. Okay, who's next?"

"Okay, well, this is my sister Roslyn. Ros." JJ placed the picture of her on the altar,"She always dreamt that someday she'd live in Paris, so.." she placed down a mini Eiffel Tower decoration,"It didn't happen, but I thought this would bring her some happiness."

"Private first class Darlyn Jenson. We lost him during the Tet Offensive." Rossi sighed as he put down a photo and two tickets.

"What are the tickets?" Morgan asked.

"Opening day next season, Wrigley, right behind the home dugout. Jenson was a diehard Cubs fan." Rossi told him.

"Sweet." He chuckled.

"Uhm.. My mom." Blake sat a photo down with a crossword,"She was the one who got me into crossword puzzles, no erasing allowed, which got me into linguistics."

"You said we could bring more than one, right?" Reid asked.

"Oh yes. This is a come one, come all altar." Garcia nodded.

Reid placed a photo of Meave and another of a man,"It's Nikola Tesla. I figured he's probably been inventing things on the other side, so hopefully he'll bring something to us."

"I guess that's me. Okay. I brought my pops. He was a cigar aficionado, big time." Morgan placed his photo down with a cigar,"And actually, Rossi, he was also a huge Cubbies fan, so I was thinking maybe he and Pribate Jenson over there, maybe they can go to the game together."

Hotch then placed down a picture of Haley, smiling softly,"Who's next?"

"I can go." Elijah sighed as he put down a photo of his grandmother and a small pink collar,"My Nonna.. She taught me so much and Muffin.. He saved me. That cat is the reason I'm still here."

Reid took Elijah's hand and smiled, squeezing it.

"Last but not least." Fleur chuckled, placing down a picture of a teenage girl and a baby pacifier,"My best friend, Camille.. And Viktor, my second baby. I lost them both because of the same person.. They allowed me to be brave, letting me have the life I do now."

Morgan smiled softly, wrapping his arm around Fleur's waist.

"Well, I guess this if proof positive that ancestry ain't all bad." Rossi hummed.

"How about a toast to the thirty or fourty of us?" Garcia smiled.

"Cheers." They all started to clink glasses.

"I love all of you so much." Fleur smiled softly and hugged them all.

"And we love you too, Flo." Elijah chuckled softly.