A/N: Hey, so this is my second fanfic, and my first one I kinda lost interest in after one chapter. Oops.
So, I might have itty bitty commitment issues, so all reviews are appreciated, even if its "constructive criticism".

Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Also, I would like to include quotes at the start of each chapter, but don't know any, so leave a suggestion in your review, or drop me a PM.

Disclaimer: Unless BBC decides to just randomly give me the Criminal Minds rights, I own zip.

~End of long boring authors note, start of chapter 1~

"How can you be so good at this! Are you absolutely sure that you're not a robot?" Mayzie groaned at Anne over their algebra test that Mr Whitcombe had suddenly decided to spring on them.

Anne glanced over, and shrugged, with a sympathetic and helpless look that she gave her best friend every time she asked, in tests of any kind, from English to P.E. to the dreaded Algebra.

Anne was well known for being exceptional, nothing prodigy worthy, but well over average of people 2 years older than her. She was tall for her age and muscled enough to look normal enough in her year group that she had been put up into. She had dark brown hair, that had been tip-dyed golden blonde. Dark blue, almost purple eyes complemented a slightly bigger than normal nose and full lips. At 15, she had only had a few boyfriends, and had broken-up with her last one -Kevin- after she saw him making out with a cheerleader at the mall, thus breaking her heart.

" Just go up, hand in the test and save me a spot beside you at lunch, ok?"

"You sure? I can hang around, if you want"

"Nah, Witty thinks you're helping me, I need to get a good grade without him thinking I'm -witty forbid- cheating".

"Alright, see you in a few, k?"

"Yup" she replied, returning her attention to the sums on the white copier paper, tuning everything out.

That was the last time she said anything to her for a long time.

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Doctor Spencer Reid walked into the conference room 16 minutes late after engaging in a mental confrontation with a smart Alec in front of him in the line at Starbucks, where he got his morning coffee, on the subject of espresso machines. Needless to say, napkins had been thrown by the end of the argument with Reid walking out content that he had won, leaving an exasperated baristar behind.

The rest of the team was already seated and clearly waiting for him.

"Now that the kind doctor has joined us, lets begin." Rossi dryly announced.

JJ cleared her throat, and began their next case details "We have been called out to Shreveport, Louisiana about kidnappings of three teens, aged from 14 to 18." A young, bright girl with short, curly blonde hair appeared on the screen.

"This is Charlotte Trent, 16, she was taken from her school around three months ago, and was found by a farmer in his cattle paddock three and a half weeks later." The picture was replaced by her body lying in the grass, with a single bullet hole in the middle of her forehead.

Emily leaned forwards, thinking that the girl in the second image looked different, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"About a month afterwards, Josh Hallas, 14, was abducted, also from his school, and found much like Charlotte was two weeks and five days later." A smiling, dark-haired boy with pale skin was replaced of an image of him dead staring into space at something no one living could see. Once again, a shot wound tarnished his forehead.

"And, most recently, Devon Lineer, 18. He was kept for over a month." Devon had had dirty blonde locks with green eyes, with strong cheekbones. He had been finished off like all the others. "He was found two days ago."

"The head shot on each of the victims indicates that they weren't killed out of emotion." Morgan noted.

Jennifer nodded, and continued. "Each victim was known to be extraordinary, getting higher than average marks, nothing Reid worthy, but all the same, smarter and with determination to do well that set them above their classmates, who are older than them." Reid stiffened slightly at this piece of information, and everyone turned to him, expecting him to say something.

So, as he did when he was nervous, he spitted out statistics at breakneck speed. "75% of students work at the average, a further 15% are below it, while 9% are higher, with the last 1% at prodigy level"

"So, our killer would've had to look for his target, maybe stalking them for days" Hotch stated.

"Was there any sexual assault?" Prentiss questioned tentatively.

JJ shook her head, hesitated and then spoke "No, but forensics have confirmed that the victims muscle percentage went up dramatically the more time with their lungs becoming more efficient, especially Devon, who had been in captivity for the longest. They also found traces of steroids in their bloodstreams, as well as another chemical that they're trying to discern still at this moment"

"So... This UNSUB, he's trying to make these teenagers, better, faster and stronger?" Garcia asked

"That's what it seems like" Rossi replied gravely.