"Hotch? Are you even listening?"Rossi asked, his eyes catching a glimpse of a dark figure slouched against the door frame, "Oh, look. He must already be here."

Hotch sipped his coffee and for a moment he rested his lip on the rim of the cup, just watching the figure intently. I'm not sure about this guy.

The man walked into the light and shook Rossi's hand and placed his hands back into his trouser pockets. He was handsome, yet he was freakishly pale with olive undertones, and dark-haired with stricking intense blue eyes. He was very daunting and apprehensive and his gaze was serious but all amusing. How ironic.

Hotch looks at how he was dressed; an Italian cut, the laples are wide and notch, the waist is tapered and thin, and the image itself is powerfull and authoritive... He clearly likes being the enternal stud.

Breaking tension, Garcia walks into the room dressed in her pink sheath and picks up her buzzing phone, "Fount of all knowlege, check my flow!" She giggled, "Ooh my gosh, Derek Morgan!"She screeched, twirling her blonde hair as she waited to make a coffee.

Rossi, Hotchner and the man all gazed at Garcia in wonder. She is known as flamboyant and fun-loving and definantly provides the team with comic relief. Yet, she still giggles not knowingly that three men are staring at her like shes half naked.

"Garcia?" Hotch said, sternly. Garcia turns and blushes immediatly, "Um, i gotta go Morgan" She ended the call, quickly. Her eyes are now fixed on her shoes, "Yes sir" she looks up and smiles. "Garcia, this is our new agent, Dylan Brennon. He will be working in our unit, for now. Hotch said while taking another look at his latest agent. Garcia looked at the new agent and blushed a rosey red...

Garcia POV

Wow! He had a square jaw and was clean shaven. He had a coffee black, straight hair style that reached just over his ears with bangs that sweep across his forehead. And a menacing bad boy smile, His body is toned and lean but not overally bulky or muscular.

He walked towards me and i instantly jumped and knocked Hotchs cup of coffee all over the table. " Oh, Garcia" Hotch shouted. Oh shit! Dylan grabbed on to my arm quickly and pulled me aside just before it burnt my hand. "T..thanks" Garcia stuttered, and watched Dylan carefully... "No need to thank me, darling", he had a strong british accent. I loved it!

Hotchner started to clean up the coffee, huffing as he soaked it up "You know, you should put drinks somewhere safely. Have you ever heard of health and saftey? Dylan started, " There's alot of computers in here too, Hotch-ner." Hotch looked up at Dylan and snapped, "Do you know who's the boss!" Dylan smirked, "Yeah, sir" He chirped. "Good! Briefings in 5 mins. And Dylan?, Hotch folded his arms, "Yeah?" he smiled. "5 minutes-sharp", hotch said, just as he was about to leave, "Yup, 300 seconds" Dylan said, twirling on his heel, he headed to the restroom.

Who is this guy... Hotch paced his office and casually walked to the window, peering out he saw Spencer and Derek laughing with Dylan? He was pretty young and very smart but he is somewhat child-like. You know, jokes, pranks and anything a young collegue would do to gain attention. He knew this guy is going to be a trouble-maker...

Hotchner sat through the briefing, listening and now and again giving Brennon a casual look, just to reasure him. "S'pose he was a serial killer, why did he strangle an olderly person and then leave it a year and turn to children... You know, his trait has just changed..." Dylan Brennon asked while looking at the picures on the screen.

"Maybe he's getting boulder, or the olderly person had just got in his way..." Morgan said through gritted teeth, "Whatever this guy is he's one sick bastard..." Morgan said as he looked at the images of two mutilated children...

"J.J, what do we know?" Hotch asked.

"I'm not sure if there is any connection with the homicide less than a year ago. But... Seatle are certain.

As she explains, she looks around. Every table in the room has a neat pile of evidence, Hotch closes the file of the mugshots of the children. J.J does not miss a beat.

"Seatle P.D have covered the area and no sign of anything unsual" J.J continued, "This UNSUB has everything planned"

"Have they revistited the family- of the olderly person, "Angela Cara"

"Locals are on it" J.J said, "I guess, we'll start from the beginning . Find what his stressor could be. Hotch said before reading over his notes...

7 year old twins-abducted in Seatle, Fremont.

Found dead 6 hours later in Fremont.

Mutilated- hard to identify (forensic reconstruction)

Fremont locals/press- sure its a serial killer?

Victimology- locals say the family were neat and mutual- nothing against them

Is he a sexual sadist? What does he get out of this? Does this link with homicide in 2014? What's his stressor?

The room falls a deadly silent until Brennon gets up, stands hastily and walks upfront. "Wait a minute- lets forget about the homocide in 2014 and focus on the twins- Corbin and Tyler. These children were mutilated, which says a hell of a lot about a frekin stressor. This unsub mutilates his victims to abscond with trophies..." Dylan says before Reid breaks in, "Yes! We need to check if the twins were missing any body parts. He's right, hotch. This UNSUB is treating his prey as a disturbed child would treat her rag dolls. " Reid says while Brennon carries on...

"While, some killers have been known to eat the organs they have ripped- an act of merging with the dead and assimilating them through digestion" Hotch listened carefully, He's right.

"As for the stressor, the UNSUB is trying desperately to avoid a painful relationship with his object of desire. He is terrified of being abandoned or humiliated, exposed for what he is and then discarded. Many killers often have sex - the ultimate form of intimacy - with the corpses. Objectification and mutilation allow for unchallenged possession... which shows that this UNSUB has most likley been brought up around forms of abuse and humiliation- or his parents abandoned him... " Brennon carries on... and looks of amazement cross everyones faces. He's actually made points and effort.

"The murder had been that cathartic that he is acting out his rage, envy and hate"

"Against who?" Hotchner asks.

"Well, the killer is now dominating the situation. He is the one to inflict abuse and trauma on others- he's outwitting and taunting figures of authority, the police for instance.

"Exactly- it is a form of poetic justice. Allowing the killer to release hitherto repressed and pathologically transformed aggression - in the form of hate, rage, and envy" Reid said.

"So basically our UNSUB is a narcissist, troubled, serial killer." Morgan stated while leaning back on his chair.

"A one that loves sharp cutting weapons and possibly asked Santa for a doctor set and swift mini cookie cutters." Brennon said in a child-like voice, smirking. Emily rolled her eyes at the dark humour. Idiot. But clever.

"I guess we better head to Seatle"Hotch said sternly and left the room, getting his GO-BAG...

"I'm not looking forward to this one bit" Emily said to J.J and reid. "Nope, i have a feeling their are going to be alot of children scattered around Fremont" Brennon said, while looking at Emily. He just stared... "Um. Yeah i guess" Emily said, staring into his cold eyes. There's something about this man that these profilers cannot understand. Before she realised what she said she corrected herself, "The BAU wont let it get that far, we always manage. We're like a family. Emily almost whispered, he was so close to her and she could feel his breath.

"That's what i'm afraid of..." He whispered into her ear. Sending shivers down her spine.