Parker sat down at the round table in the briefing room, a cup of tea in hand.

"Hey, back to work already? I thought you weren't back for a few more days," Derek wondered.

"Nope. I've been cleared by two Doctors and I'm feeling a lot better. Plus, I need some distraction. Sitting at home almost drove me crazy. And even Spencer gave his okay, so–"

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked and Parker nodded.

They looked around– this time Garcia was also at the briefing– and noticed that JJ was the only one missing.

The young profiler could hardly help but wonder where JJ was when the young woman entered the room.

"Everyone's here. Sorry I'm late."

"Okay. Last night in Fredericksburg, a 20-year-old woman, Molly McCarthy, was abducted. She's the third to go missing in the last six weeks. All disappeared from public places. No one's seen them since."

"Until now."

"Couple days ago, body parts with cigarette burns were recovered from a national park, which was once the site of the Battle of Chancellorsville."

Pictures of the body parts appeared on the screen.

"Were they able to make an ID?"

"It was the first victim taken six weeks ago. Decomp indicated that she had been dead just over a week."

"So, he likes spending time with them," said Parker.

"How'd she end up like that?" Emily asked, pointing to the pictures.

"M.E. found microscopic tool marks on the bone."

"I remember reading about a case like this in Spotsylvania County, similar markings on the bone," said Spencer.

"It was the winter of 1980," JJ confirmed. "So Fredericksburg. Five women, 16 to 24, buried in pieces, same markings, same Civil War battlefield."

"Killed the same time of year and left at the same dump site?"

"It's like an anniversary."

"That case is still open," JJ explained.

Case still open and then this?

Parker remembered what their coach always said: One's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern.

"Back then, the victims were drug addicts and runaways."

"If he spends that much time with them, there's a chance these two women could still be alive," said Hotch.

"Wait, we think this could be the same killer?" Emily wanted to know. "That's a hell of a cooling-off period."

"BTK resurfaced after a 25-year hiatus," Derek pointed out.

"True, but he didn't kill anyone. He only taunted the police."

"The marks on the bone and where he dumps them, that's a very specific signature. Hard to copycat details that were never made public."

"Garcia, check the MO against girls missing in other states. It could explain the long absence."

"I'm on it."

Garcia finished the sentence and headed to her 'PennyCave', as Parker called it.

"If this is the same UnSub, what's he been doing for the past 27 years?"

~~~~

The American poet, Anne Sexton once wrote,

"It doesn't matter who my father was, it matters who I remember he was."

After landing, Parker, Spencer, JJ and Hotch made their way to the disposal site while the others drove to the police station.

Parker and Spencer sat in the back seat and took another look at the file and the photos.

"The killer has an obvious disregard for women. Sees them as disposable and worthless. You know, he'd need a lot of time and privacy to do this to them."

"Seclusion. Time. Back then, the theory was he was a seasonal worker on one of the farms," Hotch explained.

"But where could he have hidden his victims?"Parker wanted to know. "It's rare that there is only one seasonal worker on a farm. The chance of someone else finding the victims would be too great, wouldn't you say?"

"He could have found something outside the property," Spencer pointed out.

"Yeah, right."

"There's the dump site," JJ said as they drove past the 'Chancellorsville Battlefield 3mi' sign.

"It's funny, he always dumps the bodies in this battlefield, no matter what the risk."

"It's a respected landmark. He's flaunting. It makes him feel important."

~~

Hotch parked the car and the profilers get out. The four stepped onto the field as the sheriff walked right up to them.

"Sheriff Ballantyne, Jennifer Jareau," she greeted him directly.

"Hi, I appreciate you all coming down so quickly."

The sheriff shook hands first with JJ and then with Hotch.

"Aaron Hotchner. This is Parker Gallagher and Dr. Spencer Reid."

The couple gave him a wave with their hand.

"Hi, crime scene's right up here," said the sheriff directly and led the profilers up the small hill.

"I figured, if this is the same killer as before, I didn't want to waste any time before I got your help."

"The other agents are meeting John Caulfield, the sheriff from the original case," explained JJ.

"Yeah."

"You know him?" asked Spencer.

"No, not personally. You know, I just heard stories."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you know, by all accounts, he was a decent sheriff. Good man."

"Right."

"Truth is, we don't get a lot of murders down here, and this case broke him."

"How?" Parker wanted to know.

"The same old. He started drinking, marriage busted up, and finally they asked him to retire."

~~

"There were about 20 kids partying 100 yards that way," Sheriff Ballantyne reported as the group passed the crime scene tape.

"Molly McCarthy was taken here. We found a blanket, a sweatshirt and a pair of shoes over there."

The earth was disturbed, a clear sign of a battle.

"How does someone not see or hear them?"

"It was dark. He had the advantage. Molly's boyfriend was the last person to see her. He said she was alone for a minute, maybe less."

"Sadly, that's enough time," Parker muttered.

"He's patient. Works fast."

"He's perfected his MO."

"If our UnSub's pushing 60, he's got to be strong enough to carry her a long way without her struggling."

JJ took a few steps away from the others. Hotch and Parker noticed at the same time that something was wrong.

The young profiler wanted to go to JJ, but Hotch raised his hand a bit to tell Parker, that he would talk to JJ.

"I've seen a lot of properties on unmarked dirt roads with no visible street signs. Nothing on any maps," said Spencer.

"Yeah, if you don't live around here, it can be hell finding your way around."

"He's definitely local."

"Can you show us the various entrances to this place?" Parker wanted to know.

"Sure."

The sheriff led the way and Parker and Spencer followed.

"I'll catch up," Hotch explained.

"Is everything okay?" Spencer asked his partner quietly referring to JJ.

"I'm not sure."

~~

A short time later, the agents had looked at all the official entrances of this area and every possible evidence was secured.

The investigators stood together in a shady spot in the field next to a few picnic benches.

"I've got two sets of parents waiting for an ID," the sheriff muttered.

"I can help you with that," JJ offered.

"Thanks. He didn't spread them around this time. They were in plain sight."

"He's taunting us. He's basically saying, 'I'm doing this, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.'"

"Nobody can get in here without showing their ID at the gate," the sheriff explained.

"I have a copy of that visitors list, but there's a hundred ways in. These fences back up to personal properties."

"He knows these grounds as well as anyone. He could've jumped the fence, disposed of his victims and walked right back out!"

~~

Gracia didn't find any murder cases that matched the MO, but what she did find was, that in 1979 a young woman had reported being kidnapped. Her description of events matched the profile.

But when Emily and Derek spoke to the woman, she recanted her statement and said she was lying at the time.

"She'd only move back here because she thought it was safe, so the guy who actually did this to her either moved away or he died," said Derek.

"You know who this man is. He grew up here, too. He was in his mid-20s back then. He left after you found his last victim," Agent Rossi addressed Mr. Caulfield.

"December 13, 1980," the former sheriff muttered, grabbing the file.

"He might have gone to prison, could have joined the military. Moved away, sold his property," Derek added.

"He was reckless in his personal life. A drinker. He would've had arrests for DUI."

"This is it. This is your case. Right here."

"He was meticulous, so he may have had two areas of control. Both private. One to torture and one to confine them."

"A workshop maybe. A barn, a garage even."

"December, 1980. The man was here, and then he was gone. You know him, John."

"Robert Wilkinson."

Emily briefly rummaged through the paper on the desk until she found the sheet she was looking for.

"Three DUIs. Spent a few days in jail."

"Well, he's dead," reported Mr. Caulfield. "He was 28 when it happened. He fell into his combine harvester."

"When was this?"

"December 1980. Right when the killings stopped."

"Karen Foley moved back soon after that."

"Was he survived by anyone?"

"A widow."

~~~~

"There's been another abduction," which was the first thing Parker heard when they entered the police station the next morning.

"Name's Tara Ricker. Family called this morning, she didn't come home last night. We're still trying to locate the vehicle."

"We know he kills after he takes another victim, so we're running out of time here."

"All right, what do we know?"

"Definitely a copycat. Same MO, same dump site."

"Only you never released any of that to the press," said Agent Rossi and looked at Mr. Caulfield.

"No."

"He had to learn it from someone. A family member? A friend maybe?"

"Mary and Robert Wilkinson had a son."

"Are you suggesting there's a genetic predisposition to killing?" asked Mr. Caulfield.

"It's one factor, along with psychology and socialization," Hotch explained.

"If you have a combination of genetics and a son who grew up without a father, searching for his own identity, it could be a stressor."

"I remember Charlie Wilkinson was 15, he killed a neighbor's cat. He put it in a bag and hit it against a tree."

"How old is Charlie Wilkinson?" asked Parker.

"Mary was pregnant with him when Robert died."

It took a moment for Parker to do the math, but–

"That's 27 years ago. Makes him roughly the same age Robert was when he started killing."

Suddenly Derek's phone rang. He answered and put it on speaker.

"What have you got for us, girl?"

"I just found the reason why Karen Foley was lying," Garcia reported.

~~

Parker stayed at the car with Spencer and Hotch while Derek and JJ knocked on the door of the house and a young, blonde woman opened the door.

"Chrissy Wilkinson?"

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Jennifer Jareau, this is Derek Morgan. We're with the FBI," the woman introduced herself and her colleagues.

"FBI?"

"We're looking for Charles Wilkinson. Is he here?"

"He's at work."

"He's not there. Do you mind if we take a look around?"

"I don't understand. What's this about?"

"We're investigating the murders of some local women."

"And you're looking for Charlie?"

"Ma'am, we could go get a warrant if we needed to."

The young woman looked between the two agents and the others who were standing by the police cars with a few officers.

"Ma'am."

Mrs. Wilkinson nodded.

"Let's go," Hotch mumbled.

The first thing they did was break the big look on the barn and looked around.

It was obvious that this was the place where the victims were being tortured– now the profilers had to find out where the victims were being held.

After that, they searched the house for clues.

"Is everything okay?" Spencer asked Parker out of nowhere.

The young agent was about to open the closet when Spencer asked. They stopped and turned around.

"Everything's fine," Parker assured. "Why do you ask?"

"Just– Just because," Spencer shrugged.

"Spencer, two doctors said I can go back to work–"

"I know. I'm just worried. And–" Spencer muttered.

"Spence–", Parker said.

They walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not every little inconvenience is deadly. I am not going to die. I am fine. I am standing right in front of you."

Parker had to tell him his every other day, since they were released from the hospital. And the thing is, Spencer knew that. But his mind, running 300 miles per hour, made him imagine every worst case scenario known to mankind.

Parker sighed and turned back to the closet. The young adult pushed some clothes aside and found a box on the bottom of the closet. They opened the box and found several notebooks.

"Look at this."

Spencer walked up to Parker and the couple took a first look at the notebooks.

"This looks like–"

"Hey, Hotch, we got something," Parker called their unit chief.

The black-haired agent just spoke to Ms. Wilkinson, but ended the conversation to see what Parker and Spencer had found.

"This was all locked in the closet. It looks like it was Robert Wilkinson's before Charlie got his hands on it."

"So, Charlie went looking for a father figure, and this is who he found."

"If he was killing animals, it's clear he already has murderous impulses, and finding this must have made him feel like it was okay. Like it was almost his birthright."

"'They like it when they get to share me,'" Parker quoted a passage from the page they had just opened.

"Is there anything in there about where he keeps them?" asked Hotch.

"Nothing yet."

"Keep reading."

~~~~

The others head to tell Parker how Karen Foley helped the others find their way to the other women– both of whom were still alive.

They also found Charlie Wilkinson, dead. His wife wanted to confront him and claimed that she had to shoot him in self-defense.

Wordsworth wrote,

"A simple child that lightly draws its breath and feels its life in every limb, what should it know of death?"

"Who's up for a drink?" Derek asked once the team was back in Quantico and the paperwork was done.

"Who's up for five?"

"Count me in," said Agent Rossi.

"I don't know," Spencer muttered. "I'm taking Parker home. I don't–"

"You're what?", Parker said to their boyfriend.

"Parker's taking me home."

"Better. But we're in. I could use a drink."

"Nice. JJ?"

"I'd love to. I'm going to have to take a rain-check," the agent had to decline.

"Hotch? You up for a beer?" Agent Rossi wanted to know.

The unit chief had stepped out of his office and walked past the others

"Sure."

The team was about to head out when some guy walked through the door and handed Hotch a package.

"What is it?" asked Emily.

"Haley's filing for divorce," Hotch explained. "I've been served."