A/N: This is a story idea I've been toying with for a while! Hope you guys like it!

"There have been three victims in the past three weeks. Irene Machen was twenty, Haylee Gibbs was twenty-one, and Lauren Simpson was twenty. All three women had blonde hair and blue eyes." Hotch looked at the photos on his tablet in front of him. "Topika Police are overwhelmed and have asked us for any help we can give them. They haven't had this many murders in the last fifteen years and have a small police force. Most of them have never had to discharge their weapons."

"There is so much rage here." JJ counted at least thirteen stab wounds on each victim as she zoomed in on the post-mortem photos of the women. At least seven were clustered in the genital area of each woman. The rest were scattered around the body of each victim. There were marks on the wrists and ankles of each victim that showed they had been restrained. Their eyes were still open, frozen in horror at their final moment of life.

"Garcia, did any of these women know each other?" Prentiss asked as scrolled through crime scene photos of the three disposal sites. The women were left dumped on the ground. No time had been taken to make sure their appearance was neat or tidy. "Obviously there are no signs of remorse." Their clothes were dirty and blood stained.

"I have not found any connections yet, my love." Garcia quickly scanned the screens in front of her. She had each of the victim's banking statements, personal emails, and phone logs pulled up on her many computer screens. "If there is a connection, I will find it. Garcia, out." She gave them a wave before the screen went black. She pulled a search interface on her computer and went to work, her fingers moving at the speed of light over the keyboard.

"He's moving quickly. He holds them for five days, kills and disposes of them, and picks a new victim in a week." Morgan added. They would only have about seventy-two hours to catch their unsub before their next victim turned up. They were going to have to hit the ground sprinting in order to get ahead of their unsub.

"When we land, Morgan and Reid head to the medical examiner's office, Rossi and Emily go check out the disposal site for the last victim, and JJ and I will set up command in the local police station." Hotch doled out commands, looking down at his watch. "Try to get some sleep. We still have about four hours until we land."

"You feeling okay Reid?" Morgan looked at Reid with concern. Reid nodded as he cleared his throat. He turned his head away as another coughing fit overtook him. They had just left the M.E.'s office. All three victims had the same stabbing patterns. There wasn't any DNA on the bodies and no evidence of sexual assault. The stabbing patterns appeared to be random. There was no sign of hesitation marks on any of the victims and the unsub had used some sort of wire to bind the first victim but had changed to tape for the last two. "You've been coughing a lot since we got off the plane."

"I'm fine." Reid answered as soon as the coughing fit subsided. He didn't have time to be sick right now. Morgan gave him a look but didn't press the issue. "Our unsub could be impotent. It would explain the stabbing of the genitals." His chest felt a little bit tight but he didn't want to be babied by Morgan, so he kept his mouth shut for now. He figured he would slip out for some coffee later and he could pick up some cough medicine. They were quickly running out of time before the next victim would show up.

"Right, sexual rage because he lacks the ability to rape." Morgan nodded in agreement as he pondered over what they knew already. He forced back a yawn. He hadn't been able to turn his brain off on the plane. They were only sixty-nine hours away from another victim and he wanted to do everything he could to prevent that. "Let's head to the police station to meet up with the others."

"It looks like the unsub picked a place that was quiet and easy to get in and out of." Rossi pinned up the last of the crime scene photos to the corkboard the police had provided them. They were all crammed into a small meeting room. "The park was deserted at night and in a quiet part of town and the hiking trails were not part of normal patrols." He coughed several times, trying to clear his throat unsuccessfully. He reached for a glass of water but had to brace his hand against the table when another coughing fit overtook him.

"Are you okay?" Prentiss gave Rossi a worried look. He had coughed several times while they had been out at the crime scenes. Rossi nodded as he took several big swallows of water. "The unsub didn't take a lot of time to hide the victims. The unsub didn't take any extra time to hide the victims." He was burning up and tried to casually loosen his tie, but Prentiss gave him another look. She was going to make him take some ibprofun. She had heard Reid coughing as they came into the police station and hoped that a virus wasn't making rounds on the team. Of course, no one could help when they got sick, but this was definitely not a good time. She made a mental note that when she got a chance, she should pick up some Vitamin C for the team to take to keep them on their toes.

"Garcia hasn't found any connections yet." Morgan added in. They were busy trying to fix the timeline between the three victims and get into the head of the victims. The first victim was snatched outside of the dry cleaners. Her husband had reported her missing several hours later, but the police had found nothing after the dry cleaners. Whoever this was, they were covering their tracks. They only had fifty-six hours before their next victim would turn up and they were feeling the heat. They wanted to bring this unsub to justice.

A/N: Sorry, it was a little bit short! More soon!