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DISCLAIMER: I don't own criminal minds or one of the characters, except Tessa, she's mine and property of my mind!

A roof in New York City

"Hey, hurry up. I just want to get ahead."

Cheryl took a look on the roof behind her.

"Okay, okay, I have to prepare a little bit. I didn't make a jump over 4 meters since I got out of the hospital. I hadn't done so much training since my accident."

Cheryl smiled at Steven.

"I know, hey, if you don't feel well with this here, we can take another way. You know, what Tessa always says: don't a unnecessary risk."

"I can do that."

Steven took a startup and jumped effortlessly on the roof under him.

"Great job."

Cheryl hugged him.

"I think, you're on the right way to find your old good shape."

Chery released him and ran forward over the roof. She turned round as she heard a dull impact. Steven laid motionless on the roof.

"Steven?" she asked tentative and got closer to him. She was scared when she saw the blood and the little bullet hole at his temple. She looked around, searching for something unusual or someone who could help her. She took her cell phone and dialed 911, before she also got killed by a target shot in her head.

FBI headquarter

"Guys, so nice of you to protect the coffee machine or that you keep it warm, but I need some coffee, could you be so kind to let me get there?"

Spencer and Derek gazed at Emily a bit astonished, before they decontrolled.

"Thanks, so sweet."

"Do you come immediately into the meeting room?"

Only Jjs head appeared in the doorway.

"It sounds bad."

"Like it always does," said Spencer, following Emily and Derek.

JJ handed them files.

"So, what do we got?"

"8 dead people in New York City, all shot in the head."

"A long distance serial killer?"

"It looks like that, the victims had a different ethnic background, different crime scenes at different times."

"All on different roofs."

"Roofs? How did they get there?"

"Did they have jobs where they need to work there?"

"No, no one of them. As you can see here, they didn't look like they were working at that time they were killed," said Emily.

"That's more than strange. It looks like there must a connection between them."

"There is one," Penelope interjected, "a bunch of idiots spending their time on roofs."

"The NYPD found out, that all eight victims were traceurs."

"They were what?"

"Well, they..."

"It's about Parkour," Spencer interrupted," it's some kind of extreme sport. It came up in a suburb of Paris, Lisses, although it was used earlier during the Vietnam War from the Vietcong. David Belle is the originator of the French Parkour scene. His father told him the "Méthode Naturelle", that means the art of movement through landscape with their natural obstacles. David Belle transferred it to the suburb of Paris at the end of the 1980s. Traceurs use the city as some kind of playground."

Derek sighed, glad that this little dissertation was over.

"They also found out, that four of our victims were in a special group of traceurs.

"Something like a club?"

"Yes, they practice together, they participate in competitions. The group was built by, umh, Tessa Sandrine Molière."

"Molière? Her mother is the attorney general in New York." First time that Hotch mentioned something in this meeting.

"Wonderful, I fear, she will tell us how we have to do our job." Dereks voice sounded more than irritated.

"And the other four victims? Were they in some kind of club?"

"No, not that we know so far."

During the flight they went through the recent facts.

"Why the traceurs? They're only a small group of people, Parkour isn't well known here."

"Maybe our Unsub wanted to be one of them and they rejected him or had an accident."

"His victims are too selective for a normal long distance serial killer," Emily mentioned, "does he want to derogate the whole Parkour scene or only this group or the founder of this group...? Are there any records that they were responsible for some damages to property? Or if someone was charging them for breach of domestic peace?"

"Penelope is already checking the backgrounds of our eight victims."

"When he has a motive against this particular group or her founder, why were 4 people killed who weren't in this group?"

"Maybe he was mistaken and thought they were..."

"I don't think so," Spencer rejoined, "all eight murders were well prepared, our Unsub knew where they would be at a certain time, so does he know their training schedules if they had something like that or was he just observing them?"

"It seems more than possible that it's one of them or someone who knows this scene very well."

"Hey, my gorgeous darlings..."

They turned round, not surprised to see Penelope over web cam.

"Our sporty friends have a damn good and professional website, Tessa hosts it, there are blogs from herself and other members, pictures, videos, different routes where they're training, tips for newbies, all very well done. I would be proud of her if I would know her. And they all are damn good, I watched some videos, incredible what they're doing."

"Babygirl, did you say, that she mentioned some routes on her site?"

"Yes, why?"

"Could you please check if these routes were used by our eight victims when they got shot?"

"Darling, of course I can, if you tell me the magic word," Penelope answered with a smile.

"You are the best technical goddess on this whole planet?"

"No, you still have two trials left."

"I love you?"

"Umh no, not so bad, but no..., you have one last trial," Penelope began to whistle the melody of "Jeopardy".

"Okay, is it 'please'?"

"My sweet prince, you got 100 points, and I will immediately see what I can do for you. I'll be back, when I got new informations. Over and out."

The rest of the team look puzzled at Derek.

"You tell Garcia, that you love her?" Spencer's voice sounded more than disbelieving.

"Why not?"

"Is there something between you both...?"

"Genius, that's none of your business..."

"I think, we should concentrate on the case," Emily said, receiving a thankful look from Derek, before he continued to take a further look in the file.

"Emily, Reid, you will call on this Parkour group and talk to Tessa Molière. Derek, you'll take a look on the crime scenes. J.J., we both will talk to the relatives of our victims."

Spencer and Emily gave each other a little smirk, that wasn't seen by the others. It had become a little tradition that they always made a short stop at one coffee shop, when they had to work together, not matter if they visited a crime scene or talked to relatives or with the local police department. This time it was Spencer's turn to pay for coffee and some sweets. Normally Emily wasn't so exalted about sweets, but after spending some time with Spencer and working with him for so many times, she caught herself eating too much donuts, chocolate and power bars. Her car sometimes looked so terrible that it felt impossible to have a co-driver. But it was fun to have this little relaxed moments with Spencer, who became a good friend for her after they cleared out their differences, after he snapped at her. And here in New York City they were much more than only one coffee shop.