This is a fan fiction, meaning that most of the characters, except Sasha,are (unfortunately) not mine and neither are the actors... Damn... Anywho, please don't sue! Ha! that rhymes...

Oh! by the way, this is rated T for now... but it might (will) go up to M rated for the hotness... :P

-M.O.B.

Chapter 1: A New Unsub.

"AAHHH! PLEASE! HAVE MERCYY!"

A disgusted grimace made it's way onto my face as I stood over the bloodied, disgusting pig. I can't believe he has the audacity to even beg after all he's done... Then again, rapists were never know to be the brave kind. The mere thought of ridding the world of this scumbag brought a smile upon my lips. I leaned down and said to him quietly:

" The kind of mercy you showed Jenny Davis when you raped and murdered her?"

I saw his eyes grow wide as I whispered those words to him. Before he could even try to deny, I slit his throat, hitting his major arteries. I quickly got off him to make sure I wouldn't get any blood on myself. It was particularly hard to get off clothes. After I was done with my handy work, I simply walked away from the sac of meat that was lying in the dark alley, whistling to myself a joyful tune as I went back home. It would be sun up soon, and I need my rest to be able to fulfil my day job.

"Garcia, what do you have for us?"

The blond info geek spun in her chair in order to face Agent Hotchner. A smile was, as usual, gracing her chubby yet sweet face.

"Weeelll, we have something new in Salt Lake City. Check this out..."

On the screen were various crime scene pictures, every single one of them depicting carved up backs.

"Ok, so, three victims, all three males, use of knife, only the weapon wasn't found. It was the same knife for all three victims. So far, the only real lead we have is a signature."

Dr. Reids head shot up, his attention now directed towards the screen.

"Signature?" asked the genius.

A new set of pictures appeared on the screen. Each of them was a zoom of the backs of the victims. Words had been carved into their backs. Reid read them out loud:

" Murderer, Rapist, Pedophile... It's like the unsub is branding them."

"Yup, and get this, after doing a background check on all three victim's, it turned out our unsub was on the money. First victim, Andy Marshall, 56, was found guilty of murdering his entire family including the family pooch. Spent 25 years in prison and was recently released on good behaviour. A week later, this happened..."

"So the unsub waited for him to get out?" asked Prentiss.

"That's unlikely," answered Reid, " The unsub doesn't show any particular hatred towards Marshall, he killed all his other victims the exact same way. The Andy Marshall case was highly publicized, so the release date was probably in the news all week prior to the actual release. No, this seemed like something premeditated, but not personal. Our unsub wouldn't have waited 25 years just to kill him."

Hotch continued.

"Though the carving in the back was deep, it wasn't the cause of death. The word was cut in before the victim was killed. What really killed Andy was the clean cut to his jugular. He bled out shortly after. Same thing for 26 year old Nicolas Havoc, renowned sex offender, and 40 year old child molester and child pornography maker Alexander M. Folly. All three cases were highly exposed cases that had major media attention. That is the only link between all of them so far."

"But how could the unsub carve them up if they weren't restrained. It seems highly unlikely that any of those three men would let someone cut them up without a fight. Even an incredibly fit male wouldn't be able to keep him subdued long enough to finish his work."

" How about toxicology? Maybe somebody drugged them all..." proposed Morgan.

"Were doing toxicology right now and awaiting the results..." answered Hotch. " So far, all three murders have been done in the same week, which means our unsub has an incredibly high level of bloodlust and will kill again shortly. We need to find out what triggered the bloodlust and get the profile done."

"So, what are we dealing with here, a vigilante?" asked Morgan.

Hotch gave him a grave look.

"I don't know what we're dealing with, but we'll find out soon enough. Pack up, we're going to Salt Lake City."