Cris-Marie Carter ignored the flowers as soon as she got them out of the delivery girl's hands. He needs to stop, she thought, looking at the card. I don't want to move again.

Say yes or I'll kill one a week.

It was the first time he threatened someone, but Cris-Marie knew the police wouldn't do anything. She couldn't even get a restraining order. Replacing the card, she put the vase next to others. Each card had the same order and proposal. All she could hope was that he didn't show up tonight.

She walked out of her apartment and practically hit Dr. Spencer Reid from 3G with her purse. He was hurrying out his door too. "Sorry, Dr. Reid," she muttered.

"Oh, good morning." The young PhD appeared to be struggling with her name. "Your name is Crystal, right?

"Cris-Marie," the twenty-five year-old teacher corrected. "Um, I have to get to class. Fifth graders don't like having to wait for their teacher."

"Yeah, I have to get to work also." They walked to the single person stairway, and he let her start heading down first.

"Thanks," she said, nodding as he opened the door. "See you around, Dr. Reid." They headed in opposite direction.

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Spencer Reid had slept in that morning and unfortunately ran into the newest young woman living in the building. It was embarrassing enough to surprise her, but he had to forget her name as well. Before he could sit at his desk, J.J. called, "There you are! We're briefing."

Reid internally cursed his day and his clock, but walked to the conference room. He looked down at the file with a sigh.

"Bad morning?" Garcia asked.

"You don't even know," he grumbled.

"A body was found a few blocks from a private DC elementary school this morning. The crime seems random to police department, but they found this note."

Spencer took the photograph and read, "If I can't make her say yes, maybe this will. She has a week before the next one."

"We need to discover who she is," Rossi said. "I wouldn't be surprised if she looks like the victim did."

J.J. pressed a button on the remote. The body flashed onto the screen. The face had been stabbed beyond the point of recognition. "We don't have an ID. The fingerprints were burned off as well. Both were post-mortem. The cause of death was asphyxiation."

"It's a classic case of overkill. He's compensating for something. Probably the betrayal of the she. We need to find her as soon as possible. Her life may be in danger."

"We should start at the school. She may be a teacher."