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Salem Mass.

"OH!" A person seeming to look possessed cried in anguish, their hair flying everywhere around her "YE HAD ONCE KILLED ME IN MY PAST LIFE!" a girl quivering on the ground shook her head no

"No I never did…." She whispered but this Soul did not hear her speak these words.

"YOU MUST PAY!" Blood Spattered everywhere

B.A.U

Quantico Virgina

"Briefing in fifteen minutes," Hotchner let the team know. Prentiss looked at Reid; Reid was staring off in space at some distant thing as if viewing a movie on the wall.

"You O.K?" Reid snapped back into reality remembering exactly what to say to her.

"Yeah I'm fine," Morgan passed him a cup of coffee. Garcia came in with one of her pens and outfits.

"In conference room now." JJ already was there as well as Gideon and Hotchner. The rest of the team sat down as JJ presented them a case. In Massachusetts there have been several killings, one of a Middle aged man, an older woman, and a young girl" their pictures each flashed on the screen. The Man was beheaded with an axe, the older woman was burned at the stake, and the young girl was shut in a case filled with nails. "Each murder a note is left behind," JJ clicked her remote and a letter popped up "This is the latest one..."

"Dearest People of the County" Gideon read aloud "This Woman hath murdered thee, so…"

"I now have murdered her, for she hath accused me of such a crime as that" Morgan looked at the letter.

"Sounds like a reenactment player" Reid looked at the note carefully,

"We leave in two hours for Salem…" Reid's ears perked Salem they were going to Salem/

"Like where the witch trials were Salem?" Emily asked Gideon. Gideon nodded and said "Pack warm even though it's springtime it is still cold out there, Wheels up in Two hours" Two hours later the plane being boarded and Garcia staying behind. Reid started reading over the file and looking at the victims so far.

"These people have absolutely no connections between them" he showed Aaron the file "They don't even live in the same district" Gideon turned to Reid.

"Reid, you, need to analyze this person's writing Emily and I need to visit a girl in the Salem area she may have some information" Gideon turned to Morgan "Morgan, JJ, and Aaron, I want you to check on these people's backgrounds" Wheels started to touch down and everything was silent.

"Hello I'm Chief Joseph Smith and you must be Agent Jareu?" J.J Stuck out her hand to meet with the Chief's hand.

"Nice to meet you, this is Agent Gideon, Agent Reid, Agent Morgan, Agent Prentiss, and Agent Hotchner" Each stepped up and shook Smith's hand when J.J had said their name.

"It's 7 o'clock if you all would like to get settled in and maybe we could get something to…" Gideon interrupted

"Do you have our cars?" The chief thought for a moment. And then remembered what the phone call had told him.

"Oh, yes we have them already just right there" he motioned to the three cars not to far from the tarmac "If you need to grab a bite we could follow…" Gideon interrupted again.

"Reid and Morgan in one to go to police center" he turned to Smith "They'll follow you to the station "JJ and Hotch in another also to the station" he turned to Prentiss "We'll be visiting the girl I mentioned on the plane" Smith hopped in his car and had the two cars follow him and saw Gideon and Prentiss go in an opposite direction.

"Where are we going?" Prentiss asked Gideon. He gave her a piece of paper on it said 'Contact, Meet your inner self run by Sarchtini at 2798 Jethro way' "What is she a psychic of some sort?" Prentiss asked Gideon shook his head.

"This Sarchtini claims nothing of that sort except an ancestry from a witch in the Salem witch trials" The car started to bump up and down on the road and Gideon turned into a driveway. Prentiss stepped out of the car and followed Gideon to the front door, he rang the door bell. "Hello" the door opened a crack. "Are you Sarchtini?" The door stayed as wide as its crack.

"Who wants to know?" the voice sounded slightly agitated and to rough to discern an age but to Prentiss' hearing sounded like an older woman who had been in the conning business.

"The FBI does," Gideon held out his badge and the door opened up even more and now a girl at least fifteen years old stood their. "Sarchtini?"

"Please," the girl said "Call me Sarah"