So this is my first fanfic literally ever and I love Criminal Minds so it just sort of fell into place. I tried to pace it as if it were an actuall episode but whether or not I achieved that is up to you. Please review and remember it's my first try! New chapters posted soon!

I promise to include action, but the first part is always a LITTLE boring! Just bear with me!

"Yea Julia, I got the pretzels. Yes. The cream-coated ones that Tammi likes? Yes. Alright then. I'll see you soon then. Kiss Tammi goodnight from papa ok? Ok, I love you. Bye." John hung up his cell phone then shifted his two bags to reach into his pocket for his keys. One of the bags instantly fell from his arms and broke onto the ground.

"Shit!" He muttered in frustration, kneeling down and setting the other bag on the ground. Luckily the bag that fell contained only a few boxes of fruit snacks, some large pretzel bags and a few cases of mac n'cheese. The eggs and other breakable items were in the other bag.

"Excuse me, would you like some help?" John looked up and smiled politely.

"I'm good. It's just a few boxes. Thank you though." He went back to his work as the stranger turned to walk away. Suddenly a shot rang out and John screamed as the stranger fell to the ground, blood forming around his body from the bullet in his head.

BAU Office

Morning

"Good morning baby girl." Agent Derek Morgan smiled as the colorful tech analyst, Penelope Garcia entered the building.

"I'll show you a good morning hot stuff." She replied as he chuckled and went to the break room for some coffee. Dr. Reid was there adding cream to his mixture.

"Morning Reid." Morgan smiled at the young doctor.

"Hey Morgan." Reid answered. "Better hurry up. JJ wants us in the conference room in five minutes." Morgan nodded and the two profilers left the room with their morning brews and headed to the conference room where Rossi, Prentiss, and Hotch had already sat down. Soon after, Garcia and JJ entered.

"Good you're all here. Sorry about the delay. Anyway, the area outside Kingsville, Texas is having some trouble and they called us in because of one interesting aspect of the case." JJ started as she handed out case files.

"How so?" Hotch asked.

"Because according to statements, there was a witness at almost every crime scene, but no one has managed to get a composite sketch going or anything." JJ started going through the pictures on the screen as the team watched.

A picture of a young man appeared on the screen with brown hair and eyes. "This is Michael Chast. He was shot almost point blank range while leaving a store at a gas station." Another picture appeared. "Travis Simmel was shot in the head as well, also leaving a gas station."

"They look relatively the same; both men have brown hair and brown eyes." Reid pointed out.

"The third victim is just like that." JJ said, showing him on the screen. "Robert Timmins was shot in a grocery store parking lot last night while stopping to help someone."

"All these victims are shot in the head at point blank range in public areas, but no one manages to see anything?" Morgan shook his head. "Doesn't make sense."

"Well according to statements, Michael Chast was shot by someone with short black hair, a slightly pointed nose and small stature. Travis Simmel was shot by someone with longer blonde hair and green eyes with raised cheek bones, and unfortunately the only witness to the Robert Timmins murder had a panic attack and wasn't able to see anything." JJ clicked her remote again and the projector turned off.

"Kingsville is a rural area. In fact, it hardly shows on the map." Prentiss observed. "There's a possibility that it's a local."

"Look how close it is to Corpus Christi." Rossi pointed out. "If the unsub is local, they most likely need to go to the city for supplies. Wigs and colored contacts, ammo, the likes of which probably won't be found in the town. We need to look at the crime scenes to see how close they are between the two areas."

"Let's go then. We might be facing a killer on a psychotic break and who knows when he'll kill again." Hotch stood up. The rest of the team soon followed and began packing up the files. "On the plane in thirty minutes."

Kingsville, Texas

Home of Leslie Procter and two children

"Amanda! Tyler! Get out here right now!" Leslie Procter called down the hallway of her apartment toward her two children, 17-year old Amanda and 15-year old Tyler. Amanda was the first to show up, her blonde curls bouncing as she walked.

"I'm up mom. Katy's coming to walk with me to school, so I'm going to head out to the mailboxes to meet her. Later!" With that, Amanda was gone.

"Tyler!" Leslie called again. Finally, her son lazily walked into the tiny kitchen, his black dyed hair hanging in his face.

Police ask all Kingsville residents to please stay cautious at night, don't travel alone, and if you have any information regarding the shootings, please call our tip line. You will remain anonymous. Police believe that…

"Tyler Procter stop watching the TV for two seconds and listen to me!" Leslie called to her son. Tyler looked away, but finally answered.

"Yea mom?"

"Let me see your eyes." She commanded. Tyler scowled but refused to look at his mother.

"Whatever alright? I'm wearing the contacts. What do you care?" Tyler snapped at her as he grabbed his black jacket and backpack from the counter.

"Honey, he won't find us here." Leslie whispered to her son. "You don't have to change yourself to…"

"Mom I'm not doing it for him ok? I'm doing it cause I like it. I have to go. School is gonna start soon."

"Want me to drive you?" She asked, but he was already out the door. Leslie sighed and went back to cleaning the counters before she had to leave for work. How she hated the man who turned her son into this. Her ex-husband...how long could she run from him? How long could she keep moving her children from place to place? Amanda would start college soon and Tyler was growing more distant, dying his hair and wearing colored contacts to make sure his dad wouldn't be able to spot him.

"Damn you Tim. Look what you've done to our children." She whispered under her breath before turning off the television and getting ready for work.