Title: The Fine Line Betwixt Good and Evil (Part 1)
Author: Trista Groulx
Rating: T (same as the show)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Pitty. They belong to their creator, network and the writer, actors and actresses who bring them to life each week. I will return most of them unharmed.
Summary: An unsub is killing men who have gotten off on rape charges. Rather-Reid-ey in later parts.
Notes: This fic is finished so I can tell you there will be a character death, and there is a few surprise twists in here. I am rather evil with the chapter breaks but I can update daily as long as I have internet access and ff(dot)net is not being stupid. This is my most drama filled angsty fic ever. I would hardcore heart feedback. This will likely be nine parts. But can reasonably end at eight if I don't get around to writing part nine.

Special thanks to; Bonnie for her grammar nazi-ing and helping with some humour in this angst ridden plot, as well to Jen for being "the drama queen" and ping ponging ideas with me. You know I love you both.


Alan Rigby took a deep breath as he walked. He enjoyed his nightly walks because he knew that he was lucky he could still skulk around at dusk. He never touched anyone anymore, but he could watch them, and everyone just thought he was an average guy taking a walk to calm his nerves before bed.

He talked to most of the women on his walking route, although they were mostly joggers. He loved to watch them as they ran toward him, especially the ones who giggled in their ill-fitting workout wear. He took what he could get. He was not going to some cage after he was lucky enough to get away once.

He tried not to think of the old days. It made him want to start touching women, and he knew that touching would lead to all of the things he had been arrested for. Alan thanked his high priced lawyer every day for getting him off on such a technicality. Now he knew what he had to do to stay free. All he could do was admire beautiful women from afar. He was surprised to hear a familiar voice call his name from behind him.

"You can't arrest me for nothing," he laughed. "If it was a crime to look at beautiful things then we'd all be in jail."

"Maybe that's not why I'm out here tonight," the voice replied.

"There is only one reason a person in law enforcement talks to me, and that's because they think they can catch me doing something stupid. I ain't that dumb. I ain't breaking any rules, so how about you back the hell off?"

"What about the weapon you're packing?"

He laughed. "It's been long enough. I don't have the record thanks to my lawyer. I pass the requirements to carry a fire arm in this state. You of all people should know I never used a gun on my victims. I always liked to use my hands."

"You're a sick fuck."

"I am," he nodded. "But I'm a free fuck."

"You disgust me!"

Alan suddenly felt something going around his neck. He panicked; he had never been on the receiving end of so much violence. A hand went to his side holster, and quickly pulled it out. Now he was very panic-stricken. He felt the barrel against the back of his head. Then he heard the last sound he ever would.

The owner of the mysterious voice then took the rope which had been around his neck. The figure then bound his hands, as he lay in a pool of blood on the ground. The shadow then walked away, picking up a cell phone.

"You'll find a body in the back ally of Kurt's Market. It's gruesome. You will want to find it before one of those nice young ladies who work there finds it."

End Part 1

Notes: I know this part was short and missing our fave BAUers. They come in the next one. Bonus points to those who guess who the unsub is before I get to that. I suck a titles but I like when Reid uses the word "betwixt" cause I'm a geek, and it works as a title.