The red walled room was filled with a mix of tension and disbelief. The blonde who had called her team together looked over the file again. If it hadn't come through to her boss directly she might have dismissed it as a prank, a typo, some sort of mistake. But after insistence from the people upstairs, she readied the case for the team.

"A werewolf?" It was Morgan's brooding scepticism that finally broke the silence in the room. His dark eyes fell on JJ as though she had finally lost her mind. Though recent files had come to light about the fact that supernatural beings lived and have long done so, it still felt they had all fallen into some weird fantasy. JJ - who although level-headed and conscious of her choosing of the case - agreed with him. They had enough with the evils that humans could do, they didn't need anything else to deal with. "We're seriously going with a werewolf on this?"

"Actually, the term is Lycan," the bubbly coffee filled voice of the young genius at the table spoke up enthusiastically. "Although traced through Eastern European roots, due to recent tends and movie and literary works they…"

"You believe in this stuff?" It was Agent Rossi's turn to cut off Spencer Reid normal ramble.

"Actually it's nothing new," Reid answered twisting the pen he had scribbled notes with through his fingers almost anxiously. "For centuries there have been records from civilisations who have never had contact with each other each describing very similar tales and monsters. Though some of this can be attributed to the natural evolution of environments and beliefs of the people, statistics show it's probable they all saw the same thing at the same time. To give an explanation for what they could and couldn't understand." again the room fell into silence. Feeling all eyes fall on his Reid shuffled in his seat.

"I've recently read up on it," he explained quietly. Ignoring his squirming Morgan looked away from his friend to his boss who had not lifted his head the entire time.

"But, I mean, what's it got to do with us?" he asked instead. "I thought the CIA had it's own task force to deal with this sort of thing."

"We're here for them," JJ pressed the well worn button to reveal three faces that popped up on the screen. Each woman's face was a picture of happiness, of serenity. A look the team rarely saw from the victims that they saw. Each woman had a bright shining smile in their pictures, and locks of Auburn hair of varying lengths. The happiness was pushed away quickly though as with another click of the button, new pictures of the women came to view. Each one on the morgue table. With a tired sigh JJ stood up, passing the files to her team.

"Teresa Merryweather, Jenna Castor and Lucy Wade. All females, all in their late twenties, all found butchered in the same area. All on a full moon." She explained. "They all had been missing for a month before their bodies were recovered."

"They're all a similar type. Coroner says they must have died the day they were discovered. Meaning for a month they were with their killer." Rossi deduced. Casting his eyes over the women's faces again, he set a grimace on his mouth, no one deserved what these women had endured.

"No sign of torture, though signs of sexual activity, inconclusive to whether it was forced or not." Emily Prentiss read from the file. Tapping her pen against the paper. "Possibly coerced. The whole "if you do it you wont be harmed" Or quick metabolising drugs maybe?"

"More like Seduction," It was a voice at the door that surprised them all. A woman leant calmly at the door frame, her lithe frame covered by a leather jacket and slim fitting jeans. Her hair fell into amber curls only tamed by a small leather tie. Her pale face framed by dark sunglasses. Surprised by the civilian stranger, in the room the group fell quiet again. Finally Aaron Hotchner looked up, though pale as usual he didn't seem as surprised as the others.

"You're late," His deep voice didn't match the cool tone he greeted her with. Standing on greeting, he welcomed the stranger in the room. "I thought we could use some help on this one, everyone this is…"

"Wait!" It was Reid's voice that cut him off. "I know you. Your Autumn Bailey! I read your thesis on the retroactive primal conversions in Lycanthropic families and their links to genetic ancestry." The stranger smiled, her hand already taken by the overenthusiastic Reid. Her porcelain cheeks only peaking a light blush as she did.

"Dr Spencer Reid." She acknowledged in return. Her sharp English accent almost seemed out of place. "It's good to meet you too, I'm a fan of your work."

"As I was saying this is Agent Autumn Bailey." Smiling gently she greeted the others and dropped the backpack she had been carrying.

"I hope I can be of assistance. I work for Paranormal Investigations part of the CIA. When I heard that you may be taking the case I offered to lend a hand."

"So you catch these things? Werewolves? Vampires?" Again Morgan couldn't stop the sceptic in him reach out. Autumn nodded as she took a file from the table.

"If it's corporeal and it kills, we catch it." She rattled off what sounded like a motto. When she caught the look of dubiousness on his face, she pulled a picture from the file. Showing the wounds of Lucy Ward, she pointed to the wounds. "The coroner measured the wounds at three inches deep, claw marks like a raging animal for each victim. Traces of Lycan hair was found underneath the fingernails and bite marks very similar to a large dog or wolf was found on the body." She looked over the report again.

"I can tell you, if this was a werewolf, these women would not have been found complete." She stated simply. " Lycan turns are triggered by rage or anger, if they kill they rip and tear until their victim is unrecognisable, they are primal. They Claw and chew. These wounds are fabricated to look like a Lycan did this."

"She's right," Hotch joined in. "From what we know of rage killings the bodies are more than likely left where they are killed and it's instant. Not only did the killer have these women for a month, but the bodies were killed and placed at the park. There was no blood at the scene."

"The hair was placed under the nails and if you asked the coroner the bite must have been made post mortem." Bailey crossed her arms tucking the file back close to her. "That's why you have the case. A Lycan did not kill these women, a lycan did not lure these women from their cosy, safe beds. A vampire killed these women. A human covered it up. Made it look like a Lycan."

"How can you possibly know that?" Prentiss tossed her hair back with her question. It was true. It was a long shot, but again bailey gave them a soft smile. Reach for her pack she took out a file of her own. Opening it.

"That's why I was so late." She explained off handedly. "I had one of my contacts at the morgue take another look at Lucy Wade, the most recent victim. Not only did he find the marks often recognised as the marks of a Baohban sithe, a vampire that likes to seduce and claw, not bite. But Vamps don't care about setting up Lycans. They get what they want and go. Its how they're so successful." She gave them the file to look over. "A human, a follower infatuated with the vamp, dropped the body. The human is the weakness. You guys profile the human, you get your criminal. I get mine."

That was something they all could agree on.

"Let's catch the Twi-hard."