The team members of the BAU were all out celebrating separately, happy of their latest serial killer was behind bars. This was usually unlike them, but they had hit a rough patch lately. In the past 10 months, three high profile murderers had escaped their grasp. The first killed 2 people in Nebraska, then killed another 2 in a Montana. While on the case he killed two more people, one Wyoming and one in Indiana. This guy moved way too fast. The unsub killed women, all mothers in their forties. He always used a knife and left a tell-tale slit over their left breast and a hand-written note taunting the police Just when the team resigned to the fact that he might kill indefinitely with no way to stop him, the killings stopped and the trail went cold. Their next case went much better at first. They immediately nailed the profile, found the suspect, and apprehended him with ease. Every thing seemed fine. Unfortunately, they had the wrong guy. They had been so sure, it was almost like the he was framed. The killings even stopped for awhile after the man was arrested. After a while, there was one more murder: the suspect.
The BAU rebounded for a while, clearing a few cases with their usual efficiency. Then came a case that almost destroyed the team. They flew out to St. Augustine, Florida. They stayed for more than a month. In that time the unsub killed two people a week like clockwork. Every time Hotchner and the crew got close, even profiling the unsub as a white female in her 30's. When they thought they had her, she outsmarted them. They were more than embarrassed, when the local police asked them to leave. The killing continued for another 3 weeks, then stopped.

Little did the team know that theses three cases, all with very different victimology and MO's, were all the work of one man. Tonight, he had just killed again. He mused that he was the greatest criminal of all time, but if he wasn't caught, no one would ever know. But if people did know, then he wouldn't be the greatest because he would have been caught. However, he didn't do this for the recognition and it wasn't for pleasure. He had no idea why he did this. He couldn't understand how someone so good, something so pure, could become so evil as easily as someone might trip and fall.
He finished the crime scene. Everything was staged perfectly so an in-depth analysis would lead to one conclusion. It would yield and exact and specific profile; one that didn't match him. As he left the residence, he removed his hood. He had no idea what he was while he was killing but in everyday life he had a name. He was Dr. Spencer Reid.