Olean is a sleepy city of 15,000 nestled in the Allegheny hills of Western New York. People would tell you it is a great place to raise a family. It has, what would be described as, "Norman Rockwell values." It is the kind of place where you wouldn't worry about it very much if you forget to lock your door at night.

The Allegheny River ambles lazily through the town, making its three hundred mile trek to join the Monongahela River in Pittsburgh. Olean can boast of several pictorial parks and great fishing along the river. When bodies began showing up on the river banks, the peaceful community was thrust into a state of shock. It just doesn't happen here.

The remains of five young women in as many weeks had been found by the river. They were raped and their throats slashed. Police in the area had no experience with serial crimes and were happy to have the assistance of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit.

The BAU team flew into Buffalo on Tuesday afternoon. It was the closest airport to Olean, which was 75 miles to the south. It was a long, but scenic drive, on mostly secondary roads, through quaint villages and farmland. Morgan drove one car, with Reid and Prentiss. Hotch followed, with Gideon and JJ, in the other SUV. Morgan tapped inpatiently on the steering wheel as he waited for another herd of milk cows to cross the road. "Something you don't see on The Beltway," he joked.

Emily sat in the front seat reading aloud from the case file, speculating with Morgan about the crimes. Ordinarily, Spencer Reid would be spouting facts about NY, cows, or the case. Today he sat quietly, almost sullenly, in the back seat looking out of the window.

It had been six weeks since Reid's ordeal with Tobias Hankel. After two weeks off, Olean was the third time he had been in the field since he had returned to work. Morgan had seen a change in him since he had come back. He was often distracted and distant. While you would certainly never call Reid a stylish dresser, he'd never looked unkempt. Now he was frequently unshaven and his appearance disheveled.

Reid confided to Derek that he was having problems doing his job. Morgan tried to be reassuring. He told him it would take time after what he had been through. He suggested to Spencer that he talk with Gideon. Gideon had helped Morgan through some of his own issues and he trusted him.

On Friday, Reid was late for work and looked so bad; Morgan asked him if he was sick. "No, I overslept this morning," he snapped. "It's not like you're ever on time for work, man. You've got a lot of nerve saying anything to me." Derek was stunned by his hostility. He wondered if the kid was suffering from depression or PTSD. He thought, perhaps, he should approach Gideon about him, but realized that Gideon would already know.

The last few miles of the drive were on The Southern Tier Expressway, finally, a major highway. St. Bonaventure University was located on the outskirts of the city. There were three motels nearby. The team checked into the Best Western. It was a nice motel but small. They weren't able to secure individual rooms, which left Morgan to share a room with Reid.

After they checked in, they went to meet with the local police. Chief of Police Tommy Schneider was an affable man, who readily admitted he was in way over his head with a serial killer case. The BAU immediately began working up a profile of the St. Bonnie Killer. Since all of the victims were students at St. Bonaventure, the unsub was likely another student or someone associated with the university. With additional personnel from the Sheriff's Department, patrols were increased in the city. The team would begin interviewing students and staff in the morning.

They stopped for dinner at before returning to the motel. Although it was a small facility, the motel had a weight room and pool, which pleased Morgan. He suggested to Reid that he go down to the pool with him, but he declined, saying he wanted to watch television.

Morgan disliked sharing a room with Reid. Morgan enjoyed watching sports and ESPN when he had the chance. Spencer always wanted to watch the Discovery Channel or some stupid "Star Trek" variation. All those space programs looked the same to Derek. He figured he wouldn't argue about it, though. After what had happened to the kid recently, he decided he could suck it up for a few days and be nice.

JJ and Emily were already swimming when he went down to the pool. Damn, Emily looked good. She was wearing a black two piece that emphasized her cleavage. "Be professional, Morgan," he reminded himself, "you're on a job." JJ looked darned good, too. She was wearing an emerald green bikini. "What a shame! That's Reid's territory," he thought, "if the dumb ass would just figure it out." He swam laps for awhile, then dried off and went to the gym.

It was just after ten when he headed back to his room. As he walked past the room Hotch and Gideon were sharing, he smiled to himself. That's an odd couple, too, he mused. Hotch was a pretty normal guy by Morgan's standards, but Gideon was, in his own way, as quirky as Reid. Hell, Reid and Gideon should share a room.

He was still smiling at the thought when he slid his key into the lock and opened the door. The room was dark but for the television and the light coming from under the closed bathroom door.

"Reid?" Morgan couldn't hear the shower running and became concerned when he didn't get a response.

"Reid?" He was louder this time.

"REID!" There was a twinge of panic in his voice as he tried the bathroom door. It was locked. A cold fear gripped him. He didn't hesitate. Derek slammed his weight against the door. The lock gave way and the door burst open.

"OH, SHIT...REID, NO!"

Spencer Reid was lying face up on the floor. His eyes were closed. He was naked. There was a loose rubber band on his left arm. The needle was still in him. There was a vial of…something…on the edge of the sink. Morgan knelt beside him and felt for a pulse. It was slow but it was there. And he was breathing, barely. Morgan let out a small sigh of relief. At least he was still alive. He quickly dialed #911 on his cell. When he had the ambulance dispatched, he called Hotch.

The ambulance arrived in less than four minutes. The paramedics did a hasty assessment and transported him to Olean General. Gideon and Hotch followed the ambulance to the hospital.

JJ was sitting on Reid's bed crying. Emily was trying to comfort her. A disbelieving Morgan sat at the foot of his bed.

"Damn it, Kid," he thought sadly. "I never thought it was this… Not this!… Not you!"

"Emily, you and JJ can go back to your room. They'll call us as soon as they know something." Morgan was anxious to have them leave. He wanted to be alone.

As soon as he was by himself, Derek called #5 on speed dial.

The phone rang several times before she picked up. Morgan hoped she wasn't asleep. "Hello, Mon Cheri, I was wishing you would call me tonight," she said, flirtatiously. "Now I know I'll have sweet dreams.

"Hi, Pen, I'm really glad you're awake."