A/N Soooo since Methos went ahead and wacked the 'walker in A Kind of Silence, what will the BAU do when they land a case that appears to be another rogue? Let's find out shall we?

Prentiss stared at the case file. The profilers were often asked to review cold or stalled cases for departments across the country. There was usually a backlog of such cases. Aside from Hotchner's team there was a second that also handled cases and would profile in the field. Right now both teams were in office reviewing old files. It was rare but it happened. The case Emily had drawn involved the kidnapping and murder of a young girl. She had started to compile her profile and suggestions and been struck with a sense of the surreal. Was this really her life? Was she really going to spend the next twenty or thirty years studying the most despicable creatures imaginable?

She needed coffee.

"Hey Emily." Reid said as she passed his desk.

"Hey Reid, coffee?" She asked nodding toward the break area.

"Sure." He said and got up to follow her. She watched him dump a half cup of sugar in to his coffee.

"Dreams again?" She asked pouring herself a black cup.

"No, I just uhhh I like it that way actually."

Prentiss laughed. "Fair enough."

"Are you okay?" Reid asked sipping his coffee.

"Ah profilers." Emily half laughed and shook her head.

"Yeah kind of hard to hide things." Reid agreed there was an edge to his tone. Emily didn't follow up on it, she knew, as presumably the team knew, that Reid had struggled with an addiction problem. She didn't push.

"Yeah."

"So, are you?"

She stared at him.

"Okay?" He prompted.

"Yeah, I just, I dunno you ever get the feeling that we're just treading water?" She asked.

"No, not at all statistically speaking –"

"I know, I know you're right, you are, we're making a difference, it's just… sometimes." She didn't finish her thought.

"Emily, we face the most horrendous acts committed by ordinary people, it takes a toll, inevitably."

"Yeah, guess I'm just due for a vacation."

"Annual leave is coming up, have you thought about what you're going to do?"

"Oh god probably sleep all day and watch old movies. My mother has strongly hinted that she wants me to visit her."

"Yeah I'm not sure what I'll be doing."

"You won't be visiting your Mom?"

"I don't know. It's always hard going there. "

"Hey what's this? Chit chat at the water cooler?" Morgan asked. He grinned and poured himself some coffee.

"Debating our plans for annual leave." Prentiss said topping off her coffee.

"Ah well I'm keeping it low key, last time I did anything exotic I ended up getting grilled by Jamaican cops."

"So what's low key in Morgan's world?" Prentiss teased.

"Hey, Hotch wants us in the round table room ASAP." J.J. said holding a stack of files.

"New case?" Prentiss asked.

"Don't know." J. J. said and hurried off to tell the others.

"Right." Morgan said and set his mug down. The trio trooped into the room and waited. The rest of the team arrived followed by Hotchner in the rear. He closed and locked the door then drew the blinds.

"What's going on Hotch?" Morgan asked.

"We've been asked to investigate a series of killings by Interpol. They cross several international borders and almost a decade of time." Hotchner said and nodded at Garcia. She nervously hit a clicker and an image appeared on the screen. It was a body, sectioned into pieces, neatly like a butcher had done it.

"Why us?"

"Uh I can answer that." Garcia said.

"Garcia's been moonlighting for Interpol, with permission from the FBI." He added. Garcia's helping instincts didn't always lead her to make the best choices. In the past that had nearly gotten her killed.

"Right, they uh didn't pick up on this guy for years because he's smart. He jumps every jurisdiction you can think of. National, provincial, the works."

"What made you think they were one guy?" Reid asked.

"Well, remember our uh mutual friend? Ben? I saw the first file and one of the investigators had suggested the weapon 'could' be a sword. A lead to B. So I did a deep archive search on all similar murders and voila."

"Do we think it's an immortal?" Prentiss asked.

"We don't know, not yet. We have the summarized cases in front of us the actual files and crime scene photos as well as forensic findings are being sent via secure courier, we should have them tomorrow morning." Hotchner said.

"We should call him." Rossi said. The room was quiet. They knew precisely who Rossi was referring to.

"Ben Pierson is persona non grata. I burned his I.D. myself Dave."

"I know, but I'm sure he has others. Look Hotch, if we do find this immortal if it is an immortal what are we going to do?"

"Arrest him and turn him over to Interpol." Hotchner said.

"Hotch, I agree the guys a criminal but-" Morgan started.

"Morgan it stands to reason that immortals have been incarcerated before."

"Methos said that those always end one of two ways, a faked death or a fatal escape." Prentiss pointed out.

"Point is, people die and the guy goes free to do it again." Rossi said.

"Dave, I can't call him, he got a suspect killed."

"Hotch, with all due respect, that suspect-"

"He wasn't even human." Morgan interrupted.

"Is that where we draw the line?" Hotchner asked. No one met his eyes except Rossi.

"Do we only arrest humans? When do we decide to execute without a trial? Is it okay because they're different? Or because we let Methos do the killing?" Hotchner snapped.

"We have rules, laws, we will obey them because we've sworn to do so." His voice was cold.

Can't promise a ridic rapid update like the previous as I'm in skewl again and yeahhh but it'll probably be pretty quick :D