"– From an old storage unit. Case agent from the Philly field office sent it to me," said Agent Rossi.

He and Hotch stood together in the bullpen and looked at several sheets that were faxed to Rossi.

Parker and Spencer were curious, maybe a little too curious, and stood up and walked up next to the two men.

"Somebody you know?" Hotch asked.

Agent Rossi handed him the pages and he looked at them.

"She knows me, you know."

"Oh, a fan. Your world's a very crowded place, isn't it?"

"You'd be surprised."

Spencer looked over Hotch's shoulder and glanced at the pages. Since Parker was smaller than Hotch and Spencer, they stood next to the two of them and Hotch handed them two pages so that Parker could look at them too.

The recordings were about torture practices– including drawings.

"This is detailed."

"Future tense. They're fantasies."

"That agent thinks it could be more than that," explained Agent Rossi.

"There's more of this?"

"Few boxes in the field office. I'd like to drive up there, look at the rest of the material. Make a judgment from that."

"Take Reid and Parker with you," Hotch said simply, handed the pages back to Agent Rossi and went back to his office.

"Omg–" "Road trip, nice–" the two young agents said happily.

"I've got Books on Tape with Peter Coyote reading the entire Foundation Trilogy," the young genius remembered.

He and Parker went to their desks to grab their bags.

Parker was full of motivation, but when they saw Agent Rossi's expression, the smile partially disappeared from their face.

"Spence, maybe we should just listen to the radio."

~~

The drive to Philadelphia took about four hours. It would have been faster, but someone– no names– didn't want to listen and so they got stuck in a traffic jam.

As soon as the three profilers entered the field office, the eyes of every agent they passed followed them.

"How do you get used to the staring?" Spencer asked quietly. "I'd feel like I perpetually have something stuck in my teeth."

"You learn to ignore it."

They met the agent who had written to Rossi in her office.

The red-brown haired woman ended the call when she noticed Parker, Spencer and Agent Rossi.

"David Rossi, in my office. Someone pinch me."

She went to the door where the three profilers stood and held out her hand.

"You must be Agent Morris."

"Jill, please. Can I get you anything? Coffee..."

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like for Agent Gallagher, Dr Reid and I to get to this," Agent Rossi explained.

"Agent Gallagher. Dr Reid. Thank you for coming. You won't be disappointed."

"What other materials do you have?" asked Spencer.

"We found assorted artwork, torture porn, bondage, but what strikes me is the prose. It screams of high-order sexual predator."

Agent Morris walked past the profilers, left her office and led Parker and their colleagues past the desks.

"I think we're onto something big."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Agent Rossi stopped her. "I assume you ran the name of whoever rented the unit."

"Yeah, the name was fake, Louis Ivey. There's no record of such a person."

"Did he pay in cash?"

"Till he went into arrears. Six months without a payment, and the owner is allowed to auction his contents."

"What I've read so far suggests an orderly personality, not likely to miss payments," said Agent Rossi.

They stopped in front of a room and Agent Morris opened the door.

"Well, he screwed up. They all do eventually, right?"

The room seemed mostly unused. There were two tables and several chairs inside.

Parker counted a total of eight boxes on the tables, a chair and on the floor. Eight boxes that Parker, Spencer and Agent Rossi were allowed to look at.

"Maybe we will take that coffee."

~~~~

"I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils."

Euripides.

"Is this everything from the unit?" Hotch wanted to know.

The rest of the team flew over immediately the next morning.

At first there was nothing to indicate that the guy wanted to put his fantasies into reality. But Agent Morris found hair alongside the recordings, which suggested the opposite.

"No, we pulled the salient materials and had Philly PD process the rest of the items on site," explained Agent Morris.

"What else was there?"

"Just some books, albums, toys."

"Toys?"

"Yeah, old stuff. Like from his childhood. We were able to lift some prints, but AFIS was a bust. He's not in our system."

"Morgan, Prentiss, go back to the unit and see what else it can tell us about the man," Hotch said.

"I'll get you directions," Agent Morris offered and left the room with the others.

"We have to establish if this guy's taking his fantasies to the next level," said Agent Rossi.

"We could use these materials, try to identify a signature, and connect him to any open cases.

"On the surface, it reads like he wanted to try it all. I think isolating any one aspect might be tough."

"Well, dig deeper. Try linguistics. Look with Parker for patterns in the handwriting. Rossi and I will take the pictures," Hotch instructed the two.

"Find the fetish, find the fiend," commented Agent Rossi.

~~

"I think I found something," Parker interrupted the silence.

They stood up and placed the notebook they were currently reading in front of Rossi.

"Look, the extra-linguistic indicators in his writing suggest that he's most excited by the prospect of electric shock."

"As a method of torture. Be specific. When you're in a court, the judge will demand it."

"See how heavy his handwriting becomes? At times, he's so exhilarated he actually rips through the page. The idiolect supports that as well. I mean, nowhere else is he as creative in his descriptions."

"Good work. You found a signature that's easy to track," said Rossi.

Spencer nodded in confirmation, a small, proud smile on his lips.

"The electrical burns on his victims will be unmistakable."

~~

"This is Dana Foster, she's a 34-year-old real-estate agent from the suburb of Blue Bell," JJ reported.

It didn't take long for Garcia to find a case that matched the records. The team gathered around a small television, which JJ used to present the other case.

"She was murdered five years ago, when she went to meet a prospective buyer at a house in Bucks County. Her nude body was found in a cellar, and she was strangled and raped."

"And here's the torture behavior that Parker identified from the journals. The contact wounds are burn marks, most likely the result of electrical current."

"Any leads on the buyer she went to meet?"

"Fake name."

"Louis Ivey. Could this guy be any more perfect?" said Agent Morris

Parker cocked their head to the side. They had many, many words in their heads to describe this guy. 'Perfect' wasn't one of them.

"Were her clothes found at the scene?", asked Emily.

"No, how did you know?"

"He takes them as souvenirs, and he alters them to fit his own frame," explained Derek.

"What about her hair? Was any of it missing?"

"Not that was reported."

"JJ, contact Garcia and widen the victim search. Rossi and I will go visit the crime scene," said Hotch.

~~

"We've connected the three new bodies with missing person cases, so, with a total of four victims on the board, we've been able to narrow down the UnSub's type," explained Spencer.

He, Derek and Parker had spent the last few hours putting the information together with Garcia's help and now Agent Morris wanted to get up to speed.

"Thirties, attractive, Caucasian, upwardly mobile?"

"Yeah. College grads. Above-average income. Career women."

"Have you established a cycle?" she wanted to know further.

"Ten months between the realtor and the first of these victims, then seven months, three months."

"He's practically doubling his pace every time."

"As with most prolific killers, the cooling-off period tends to shorten after each murder."

"Last known victim was found almost five years ago."

"Five years? So, could he have stopped?"

"No, not this guy. It's more likely we just haven't found the bodies yet," said Derek.

"And there may not even be bodies, per se. And we know that he wrote extensively about creating a homemade incinerator."

"So, how many are we talking? Ballpark?"

"Extrapolate the cycle, in the last five years he will have killed approximately 19 more women."

"That's great stuff. Keep me posted," said Morris and left the room.

"She knows we don't work for her, right?"

"To be honest, I don't know. But I do know that something is off about her", murmured Parker.

~~~~

"No, I have no doubt that she's highly capable. I'm just... I'm saying that I find her excitement level at the prospect of finding more bodies somewhat unsettling," said Spencer.

The young genius, Parker, Emily and Derek were sitting in a diner eating dinner– Parker sat next to Emily and sat across from Spencer and Emily sat across from Derek. It just happened that started talking about Agent Morris.

"It is," Parker agreed. "That and the fact that she asked if he could be any more perfect. Who thinks like that? And what about the press "announcement" she held without even telling us–"

Parker could have continued, but the waitress brought the order. They thanked her and immediately started eating.

"Thank you," Derek also said to the cellar lady. "Yeah, JJ said she was making up names for the killer."

"And yet, if she was a man, you'd say she had balls," Emily commented.

"Oh, don't even go there. This is not a gender thing. Right. Let's get back to Reid's map."

"All right, the proximity principle tells us that a killer won't travel far to abduct his victims, but this one's gone to great lengths to spread out his abduction and disposal sites," explained the young man.

"So the sites are irrelevant to the geographical profile?"

"Yeah, the only location I can attach a real meaning to is the storage unit."

"Four victims, and we got squat," summarized Derek, not very enthusiastically

"For years he's gone unchecked. I think it's only a matter of time before he grows comfortable and starts killing closer to home."

"Unfortunately, that only helps us if there's a fresh kill," Parker reminded her colleagues.

"So, there's a woman out there right now who has to die so we can do our job."

~~

The aftermath of the little press conference hit the profilers and other Agents the next morning. Relatives and Friends of women who disappeared in recent years came to the field office.

They believed that the disappearance of said women had something to do with the current case. For some it would have been possible, but for most not.

Parker was finishing a conversation with an aunt who wanted to know if her niece had been a victim of the UnSub.

"Ms. Martin, if we find out anything about your niece, we will contact you."

"Thank you."

The young agent actually wanted to accompany the older woman to the door, but they were stopped when Hotch called the team over.

There was an interesting call at the tip hotline.

"Philadelphia Police Department," the woman answered on the phone.

"I think I saw something. It might have to do with the killings," said a male voice.

"What did you see?"

"My car broke down on I-76."

"There was a field off the road. A man was digging a hole."

"What kind of hole?"

"For the body. I saw it, a bleeder, stripped of its clothes."

"Can I have your name, sir?"

"Mile marker 115 on the eastbound. They'll find it."

"Anything strikes you?" Agent Morris wanted to know from the profilers.

"'Stripped of it's clothes' objectifies the victim," Hotch said.

"Exactly, dehumanizing. This wasn't just any tipster."

"The way that he referred to the body as a bleeder," Parker muttered.

"Visible trauma to the corpse."

"No, I don't think so. I noted usage of the same word in the pages from the storage facility. He refers to his targets as 'bleeders.'"

"It's misogynistic. He's referring to menstruation."

"He sees it as a weakness."

"I think we need to see what's in that field."

~~~~

"He calls in anonymously, and hands us two more victims. Why?" Agent Morris wanted to know.

"You vowed publicly to bring him in. He may be reacting to that," Emily suggested.

"To show you who you're dealing with. He's a narcissist, he's preening."

"Good. I hope he keeps it up," said Agent Morris.

"You don't want that," assured the black-haired profiler.

"He will drop a breadcrumb every time he tries something like this," Agent Morris defended himself.

"He'll drop bodies, too," Parker said annoyed.

They almost rolled their eyes. Agent Morris was really getting on their nerves.

"If he's making it personal, he'll get sloppy and give himself away."

"Maybe that's what he wants," Agent Rossi suddenly said. "It never tracked for me that this guy defaulted on that storage unit."

"You think he wanted us to find it?" Emily asked.

"Maybe he's decided it's time for the world to know his name."

"But if he wanted a coming out party, then why not just send his victim photos, video, something to prove what he is?" asked Agent Morris.

"He wanted us to start at the beginning, to chart his evolution," Emily explained after taking a look at the timeline drawn on the board.

"A bright childhood grows into darkness. He's got us chronicling every step."

"So, if this is his story, what chapter are we on?"

"The final one, and he's writing it as we speak."

~~

A short time later, Derek was on the phone with Garcia.

The two spoke alone for a few minutes before Derek rejoined the others and put his phone on speaker.

"Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell. You'll find them in the Missing Persons files we flagged as possible victims."

"Thanks, mom, we're on it."

"Wait, there's something else. Both women were reported missing four months ago, on the same day."

"He's doing doubles."

"Doubles?"

"The killer got bored, upped the stakes, and did two women in one day," Parker explained.

"Gerard Schaefer did it. Took his cue from Bundy. Said it was twice as hard, but twice as much fun."

"So he kills with impunity for years without the slightest bit of heat and he needs a bigger fix."

"Starts doing two a day."

"Four months later, he still can't get off, so he opens a storage locker for us."

"Jill," one of the other detectives came into the room and spoke to Agent Morris. "Chronicle holding on 2."

"Yeah, I'll take that in my office," said Agent Morris.

She followed the man out of the room and the profilers looked at each other.

~~~~

"I heard we got IDs on these two bodies," JJ pointed out as she entered the room.

"Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell."

"What's up?" Hotch wanted to know.

"This woman's husband came in before, she fits the victim type. I thought maybe..."

"If you have her DNA you might want to check it against the hair," Spencer suggested.

"What hair?"

Parker looked at JJ confused.

She didn't know about the hair?

The young agent thought everyone knew about it.

"From the storage unit," Parker replied. "Agent Morris found it early on. It's the same color, so it might–"

"It won't match," said Agent Rossi.

"We know it's a long shot, but I think–"

"She didn't get the hair from the unit," explained Agent Rossi.

"She lied?"

Agent Rossi nodded.

"When were you going to tell us?" Hotch asked.

"Whatever she did to get us here, we're here now."

"It's unacceptable behavior. Why do you keep defending her?" Hotch wanted to know and now got angry.

Parker, Spencer and JJ looked between Hotch and Agent Rossi, while they were talking with each other.

"Because I know what she is. She's me 20 years ago," replied Agent Rossi.

"She's nothing like you, Dave."

"Come on, Hotch, I know what people think. I took serial killers mass market. Now everyone knows their names, but not the victims', right? Somewhere along the line I put myself first. I admit it. I can't go back and change it. But it's not too late for her."

There was a silence in the room for a few moments, broken by Emily entering the room.

"Missing Persons flagged a report that was just filed."

"Possible victim?"

"The subject's car was found idling at a stop sign and there was some damage to the back end."

"Sounds like a bump and grab."

"Does she fit his profile career/age-wise?"

"Katrina Townsley, 34, she's a reporter at the Chronicle."

"Chronicle?" Agent Rossi repeated.

He stood up and headed straight for Agent Morris' office– Parker and Spencer followed him.

The agent wasn't in her office. But the laptop was still open.

Someone had sent her an email. Attached was a letter from our UnSub.

"What is it?"

"This letter, did we have this?"

"No. I've never seen this before," said Spencer and Parker also shook their head.

"Why would he send Agent Morris a letter?"

"She's his final chapter."

~~~~

They immediately started looking for her.

Shortly after they found Agent Morris' phone on the ground near her car. In a parking garage north of Center City.

"Blood here," Spencer reported, pointing to the floor. "A couple of drops. Looks like she was dragged."

"This shouldn't have happened," Rossi muttered.

"Her guard was down. He tricked her into thinking she was meeting a friend," said Parker.

"I told her, slow down, check your ego, use your team."

"David, there's no way you could have known that she was going to go off by herself."

"I did know. Sure as I know myself," replied Agent Rossi.

"Rossi, can you look into the future?" Parker wanted to know out of nowhere.

The older profiler looked at the young adult confused. He hadn't expected such a question at all.

"Not yet, no."

"Then you couldn't have known," Parker shrugged.

They turned away from the two men and made their way back to the car.

Agent Rossi looked at Spencer, who just nodded in confirmation, ignoring the older man's still confused face.

~~~~

"All right, here's the garage where Jill was taken–," said Spencer and marked the location on the map.

"Presumably an area the UnSub's familiar with."

"You're not going to abduct a Federal Agent outside your comfort zone."

"Right," Spencer muttered. "And this is where we are right now. And the third point is the storage unit right here. It's a 4-mile radius."

"What do we have right here in the center?" Emily wanted to know.

Derek grabbed his cell phone and called Garcia - Parker stepped aside with him.

"Garcia, I need those pretty little hands of yours, mama. Listen up. I want you to bring up the citywide list we generated for the electricians, power company employees and electrical engineers."

"They number in the thousands. Can you narrow this down?"

"Penny, Spence just sent you three addresses, triangulate and cross the names within that surface."

"Dozens. I need more," said the technical analyst as Hotch stopped next to Parker and Derek.

"Garcia?"

"Yeah."

"Search DMV records. The manager of the Internet cafe thought he saw him leave in a white van."

"Yahtzee."

~~~~

Jill Morris survived. Her friend, Katrina Townsley, didn't.

Agent Rossi wanted to tell her the bad news himself and visited Agent Morris in the Hospital.

Parker took a sip of their tea when Agent Morris walked out of the building.

She stopped in front of the entrance, looking between the agent who was supposed to pick her up and the reporters standing not far away from Parker.

Agent Morris seemed to hesitate for a moment and then walked towards the reporters.

Parker scoffed and shook their head slightly.

Agent Rossi now also came walked of the hospital. He saw Parker standing by the car and walked towards the younger profiler.

Parker handed him a coffee in an attempted to cheer him up with

"For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world, and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be won cheaply."

Lucille Maud Montgomery.