Not only the loved ones need saving.

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Gideon looked through the different files that were sitting on his desk. None of them actually had anything in common. Different ages, ethnicity and states, but Gideon couldn't seem to get the nagging feeling out of his head. There was something about these cases that made him want to look at them again. Maybe it was because of the complete lack of evidence that drew him. The only thing that these cases had in common was the fact that they were perfectly done. No witnesses, no forensic evidence and almost a complete lack of personality.

"Hey there." said Hotch, sticking his head in the doorway. Noticing all the files on Gideons desk he came all the way in. "You got something?"

"No. I don't know." said Gideon, rubbing his eyes.

"Which means?" asked Hotch. It was rare for Gideon to act like this.

"I was just going through my files of the cases I was ask to profile, the files that I hadn't really been able to construct a basic profile on based on the information given to me. After a couple of them I … I don't know… I started to get a nagging feeling. Like I was missing something."

"Go on." said Hotch, sitting in the chair across from Gideons desk, looking at the files.

"That's the thing. There's nothing there. In all ten cases, there's nothing. That is the only thing in common. There is absolutely no personality at the scenes of the crime."

"No states in common, no way to point out a geographical profile?"

"None. Different techniques in the killings. Stabbings, shootings, poisons' and staged suicides. In the four shootings, forensics stated that the gun was most likely a nine millimeter."

"Most likely?"

"They can't prove it because no bullets were ever found."

"That is odd."

"Plus there is no pattern in between victims. The earliest is 6 years ago. The next 6 month. After that 10 months."

"Isn't that a pattern?"

"That's what I thought. But then the next one is a year and a half. Then three months. Then six months. I don't know." said Gideon, letting out in exasperated sigh. "Maybe I'm making something out of nothing."

"Maybe." said Hotch, taking the files and flipping through them. "But if you're right. If these ten murders are related, then what about the others?"

"Others?"

"Yeah, this unsub obviously knows what he is doing."

"Unsub?"

"What I am saying is this guys technique is flawless. We both know that the ratio between the amount of cases we receive compared to the actual murders out there are extremely big. If we have ten on your desk, how many unsolved murders are out their by this unsub that hasn't been questioned?"

"And there is no pattern in the victims deaths because we are missing some victims?"

"Exactly."

"But Hotch, these are ten different states. I was asked to look over the information for a profile, not invited into the investigation. We can't spread our team out into ten different states and expect to make sense of everything. Who knows how long it will take."

"True. I just hate leaving it."

"I told you they leave you feeling like you're missing something."

"Yeah. Why don't you research these until JJ gives us something. If you find out anything let me know."

"I will."

Hotch left Gideon to pour over the files as he went into the bullpen, the cases still on his mind.

"You okay?" asked Morgan.

"Yeah, just thinking about something. Have we got anything yet?"

"No, JJ hasn't come in yet."

"She's late? She's never late." said Hotch in surprise.

"I know." Piped in Reid as he strolled up to Morgan and Hotch. "I've tried her phone number twice already and I'm not getting an answer."

"Her cell?" asked Hotch, getting concerned. The nagging feeling he had when he left Gideons office came back ten fold, but this had nothing to do with cases.

"No answer there either." said Reid.

"That's because its off." said Garcia, coming into the bullpen. "It was turned off at 9:07 thursday night and has been off ever since." Hotch gave Garcia a questioning look. "Don't look at me. Reid told me to check." Hotch gave a look to Reid who just shrugged.

"I'm worried. This is so not like JJ."

"Something's not right Hotch." said Morgan.

"We don't know that yet."

"What's wrong?" asked Gideon coming up on the group.

"JJ isn't here yet, we can't get her to answer her phone and her cell phone is turned off."

"Has anyone gone to her house yet?"

"No. But I'll go." volunteered Morgan.

"Me to!" said Reid.

"I'm her boss, I'll go. Someone needs to stay here just in case she comes in." said Hotch.

"I will." said Garcia. "That way I can keep an eye on her cell phone, to see if it gets turned on."

"Good. Reid, you and Prentiss stay here and call around." Reid opened his mouth the protest but Hotch silenced him with a look. "See when someone saw her last. We may be making something out of nothing."

"That is the second time that was said today." remarked Gideon. Hotch gave him a grim look. He didn't like the way this was going and with the way their last vacations went he didn't want to underestimate anything.

"I know. Morgan and you will come with me to JJ's apartment. Garcia, her address."

"5105 Biltmore Maine Street, about 15 miles from here. I can send it to your GPS."

"Okay, find out…" Hotch stopped what he was saying as Reid's telephone began to ring. He raced over to it, hoping it was JJ.

"JJ…oh sorry, I thought you were someone else…Quantico P.D?" Reid looked up at the group with a confused looked on his face, making the others come over to his desk. "A suicide…I understand, but we don't handle suicides here…my name…okay, give me the address…I'll be right there…Okay, bye." Reid hung up the phone and looked at everyone. "They found the body of a dead woman, apparent suicide."

"So?" asked Morgan confused. He figured JJ would be Reid's main concern.

"They found an envelope with my name, phone number and the BAU's address."

"Your name?" asked Hotch. "Did you know her?"

"No, the name doesn't ring a bell, but the address is a block away from where JJ lives, so can I hitch a ride with you guys?"

"Alright." said Hotch. "Prentiss, start looking for JJ, Garcia you too. Call if you hear anything."

"Okay." said the girls. Gideon, Hotch, Morgan and Reid all left the office and made their way to the address Reid had to go to. Pulling up, they saw multiple police cars, as well as a forensics team. Gideon and Hotch looked at each other before all four profilers climbed out. Reid walked up to the officer who looked to be in charge.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I got a call…"

"Dr. Reid, hi." said the officer holding out his hand. "I'm Detective Maxwell. I'm glad you could make it."

"Are there usually this many cop cars at a suicide scene?" asked Hotch.

"I'm sorry," apologized Reid. "This is my boss Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Special Agent Dereck Morgan and Special Agent Gideon."

"Nice to meet you all. No, usually it doesn't, but after the body was found, my officer was looking around the house to see if someone else was there and found some stuff."

"Stuff?" asked Reid. "Like the envelope?"

"No the envelope was on the table next to the body. This stuff was upstairs in one of the bedrooms. Pictures and clippings. Things like that. Maybe you guys can take a look. I have a feeling this is more than just some random suicide." The four looked at each other, all still wanting to know what was happening to JJ.

"Well we do have some place to go. How about we take a glance at it and if we need we'll to come back once we are done with what we need to do?"

"Sounds good to me. Any help would be great." said Detective Maxwell. The four followed him into the house to the front room. There they saw the M.E. leaning over a body and the room had a slight stench to the air.

"How long has see been dead." asked Hotch. The M.E. looked up at them and then looked at Detective Maxwell for consent, who nodded.

"Based on the temperature in the house, I would say about three to four days." he said and then went back to the body.

"This is a well populated area, why wasn't the body found sooner?" asked Gideon.

"Well, from what we found out from the neighbors, she kept pretty much to herself. She went to work and then came home. No visitors or family."

"What about a son?" asked Reid.

"What makes you think she had a son?" asked Detective Maxwell.

"There is a picture of your victim and a boy, probably about seven years old, on the top shelf of the entertainment center." explained Morgan.

"No one we've talked to has said anything about a little boy coming to this apartment."

"Hmm. Do you mind if you go look at the room upstairs?" asked Gideon.

"Sure, right this way. Dr. Reid, your note." said Detective Maxwell, handing Reid an envelope before taking Gideon and Morgan upstairs.

"Still don't know her?" asked Hotch.

"I swear Hotch, I have never seen this woman." Reid ran his hand over the envelope before turning it over. As he was about to open it, Morgan came running down the stairs.

"Hotch, Reid, you need to come up here." before running back upstairs. Without hesitating, both Reid and Hotch ran upstairs right behind him. The minute they reached the door, they stopped dead in their tracks. One side of the room had about fifteen mug shots on them, followed by various pictures and clippings, like what the team does when they prepare profiles. And in the center of these was a picture of JJ.

"Hotch." said Gideon looking at him grimly. "These are my cases."

"What?" said Hotch, looking at him and them back at the wall. Sure enough, Hotch could see the pictures of the victims he had been looking at with Gideon earlier this morning.

"We were right. They were all connected and now JJ is a part of it." said Gideon.

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