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Chapter 2—Introductions & Revelations

Upon landing in Buffalo, the agents made quick work of loading their 'go bags' into the waiting black SUV's before heading off to the police station.

Thirty minutes later the agents entered the station amidst many curious gawkers and outright glares. JJ led them into the bull pen and zeroed in on the man approaching them, "Detective Matthews?"

He smiled and held out his hand, "Yes. You must be JJ."

"I am." Starting from her left and sweeping her hand to the right she introduced her coworkers, "These are Agents Jason Gideon, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Dr. Spencer Reid, and Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner."

"Hi guys, thanks for coming. I'm Sam Matthews, the lead investigator on this case." He sighed, "I'm not going to lie to you; a lot of my coworkers aren't pleased that I brought the F.B.I. into the fold, but two women being killed by this person is too many in my books and we aren't getting anywhere with what we've got."

Gideon stepped forward and placed a hand on the weary detective's shoulder, "Don't worry, Detective, we're here to help you narrow down your suspect pool and capture this unsub…hopefully before any more women get hurt."

"Thank you, Agent Gideon."

"It's Jason."

"Fair enough. Everyone here calls me Sam and I hope you will all do the same."

JJ cleared her throat, "Is there somewhere that we can set up?"

"I've set up our conference room for you. Copies of the case files are in the room along with whiteboards and two telephone lines for your use. Coffee is down the hall; if you need anything else just give me a shout."

The team moved off without another word; completely focused on the case and the looming clock counting down over their heads.

JJ turned to the detective, "Has the press gotten wind of this yet, Sam?"

"No, but it's just a matter of time. It's only going to take one leak for the dam to burst."

"I was thinking of putting together a press release."

"Won't that cause mass panic?"

"No, I'm going to try and phrase it as mildly as possible while still warning the public as strongly as I can. If the press gets wind of this before we make an announcement there's going to be chaos, hysteria and the correct information will be lost amongst the theories and false facts."

"What does your boss think about this?"

"He wants to make an announcement but he also wants you to be on board with it."

Detective Matthews paused, rubbing his index finger over his bottom lip for a moment before meeting her eyes again, "I want to read the statement before it's released, but other than that I think I'll let you do your thing; I'm better at solving crimes than appeasing the media," he announced as he popped an antacid and chewed on it ravenously.

JJ smirked, "Thank you. I'll get started on it and have it on your desk in a little while. Hopefully we can make the 6 o'clock news."

~*~Conference Room~*~

Everyone filed in and began to set up the room; Reid took a map of Buffalo and began using pins to colour-code various sites on the map, Emily began taping pictures of the victims and crime scenes onto a wall, Derek began writing brief facts about both victims on the whiteboard in a comparison chart while Gideon and Hotch delved into the case files once more.

Morgan's phone rang and he flipped it open, "Talk to me, Baby Girl."

"Derek, when you find this man, I want you to kill him for me in the slowest, most painful way your mind can conjure up."

He rubbed his head, mentally noting that he needed to shave it again soon, "That's not the way it works and you know it."

"Yes, but sometimes I think it would be a lot easier if it were," she sighed.

"Me too. What have you got for me, beautiful?"

"You're not going to like it."

Morgan sat down and pulled out a notebook, "Lay it on me."

"I've found similar murders dating all the way back twenty-two years ago up until these last two murders."

"How many?"

"Thirty four so far."

"Thirty four?!" Morgan exclaimed loud enough to gain him the full attention of the team in the room. "Hang on; I'm going to put you on speakerphone." He pressed a button, "Tell them what you just told me."

"After you guys left for Buffalo I started searching for similar crimes and so far I've come up with thirty four over the past twenty-two years that match your two most recent victims almost to a tee."

"Oh my God," Emily murmured.

"God has nothing to do with this evil doer my raven haired crime fighter," Garcia amended.

"How could no one have noticed this until now?" Gideon muttered to himself.

"Well Sir, because they don't have me. These crimes have been spread out over almost every state we have in our red, white and blue land and because he usually doesn't kill in the same state, let alone the same city until now."

"Why the sudden change?" Reid wondered aloud to himself.

"I don't know my young egghead, but I've also found something else that concerns me."

Hotch rubbed a hand over his face, "What is it?"

"When he started out killing there were large gaps in between victims. This time period shortened over the years."

"Yeah, that's what usually happens…"

"And his waiting period would continue to shorten, correct?"

"Yes until he couldn't find his victim type as quickly, then he would probably take any woman that fit his fantasy."

"That's what I thought." Silence enveloped the room.

"Garcia?" Emily prompted.

"Right. Sorry. See, there are some inconsistencies." Keys could be heard clacking rapidly over the line, "For instance, in 1994 he would kill once every three to four months. He killed a woman named Norma Murphy of Detroit on December 24th but then he drops off the map for over a year before killing another woman in Toledo, Ohio in January of 1996."

"That doesn't make sense Garcia," Gideon said while sitting up, "This man cannot control himself. He would have killed again without exception unless he was in jail. You must have missed something."

"With all do respect Sir, I didn't miss anything. I've checked and rechecked every search I've preformed and he vanished for almost 13 months in 1995-1996." More keys clicking, "The same thing happens again when he kills a woman in late December of 1999 in Rochester then he vanishes from then until another victim is killed in mid January of 2001."

Reid frowned, "When was the last time he vanished?"

"His last kill was mid December 2004 and he was gone again until late January 2006."

Everyone sat back to assimilate the information and puzzle over it until Reid's incessant whispering drew their attention, "Spence?" When he didn't respond to his name JJ leaned across the table to touch his hand.

He jumped; startled out of his private thoughts, "I've g-got a theory."

"Let's hear it," Hotch replied.

"Every five years our Unsub vanishes for a year and Garcia is the best."

"Thanks junior G-man, but I don't see how the two relate," Garcia's voice floated through the speaker with her smile somehow reaching all of their ears.

Reid's lips moved silently for a few beats before he jumped up and pulled a world map from his messenger bag, explaining his theory as he pinned it onto the wall, "He disappears every five years and does nothing for a little over a year. The first time he was in Detroit," he pointed to the location on the map before placing a pin in its place, "The next time he was in Rochester," he points to the second location before adding a second pin, "And now, the fifth year in this cycle, he's here in Buffalo," he concluded adding the third pin.

"Damn!" Morgan's hand slapped the desk, "This guy's going to Houdini on us by the end of the month and we're only just starting to scratch the surface!"

"B-but I think I might have just figured out a way to catch him," he squeaked.

"Spencer!" Gideon sighed in mild frustration, "Speak in full, coherent sentences and verbally connect Point A to Point B because none of us are following you."

"O-okay. Sorry. Every five years he disappears for thirteen months, right?"

"Yes," Hotch sighed knowing nothing on Earth could make Spencer Reid get to his point any faster. He would just have to listen to his rambling until he revealed his brilliant revelation.

"And Garcia couldn't find a trace of him here during all of those thirteen month periods, right?"

"You can stop pointing out my shortcomings now Reid," Garcia muttered.

"No, but don't you see?" he glanced around the room as if it should be painfully obvious, but he was only met with blank stares. "Okay, you don't see. The re-reason Garcia couldn't find any trace of him is because he wasn't here!"

Morgan growled, "He isn't magical, Reid! He can't just disappear!"

"Think of the cities he was in right before he disappeared: Detroit, Rochester and now Buffalo!" He looked at them expectantly as he tried to catch his breath.

Emily shot forward in her chair, "They're all right by the Canadian border!"

"Exactly!" Reid shouted before collapsing back into his chair.

"Wait a minute," Hotch said holding up a hand, "You're saying that you think that our Unsub crossed over into Canada and lived there for a year before coming back here?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Hotch! That's why Garcia couldn't find him during those times; she wasn't looking outside our borders!"

Hotch frowned, "That's incredibly abnormal."

"It's plausible," Gideon groaned. "He can't just stop killing, but if he was in the U.S. then Garcia would have found some trace of him."

"This is going to be a logistical nightmare," Emily moaned.

"The press is going to have a field day," JJ grumbled as she put her head in her hands.

"Thank you Garcia, we'll call you if we need anything else. Good work," Hotch said as he motioned for Morgan to end the call, "We need Detective Matthews in here right now. This is going to be one of the biggest cases we've ever faced and we're going to need all hands on deck. JJ, can you bring him here?"

"Sure," she said as she got up from her seat, smoothing her skirt as she made her way to the lead detective's desk.

Less than a minute later both people were in the room and seated. Hotch explained everything to the detective.

At the end of the explanation Detective Matthews sat back in his chair, "Jesus help us all," he whispered as he rubbed his index finger along his lower lip.

The team waited a couple of minutes for the information to be absorbed before Emily smirked, "We have the advantage. He doesn't know that we know about him; about all of his victims, how long he's been doing this, his border crossings…"

"We can catch him here in Buffalo or when he tries to cross the border," Matthews finished.

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