He'd obviously been asleep at the time, but Penelope had managed to capture a number of photos of the two of them lying together in bed. She was curled up against him, her head resting on his bare chest. His eyes were shut, his mouth slightly open, hair splayed out all around his head resting on the pillow. One particular photo showed her hand slipping beneath the blanket at his waist while the other was obviously holding the smartphone taking the picture. This photo was artfully labeled Fuzzy Bare Intimate the Original and Reid laughed. "I thought he was called Fuzzy B-e-a-r Intimate," he said aloud. "I guess I better check on that." He smiled yearningly as he swiped through the remaining photos in the folder, revisiting meals they'd made together, TV they'd watched together, walks they'd gone on and at the end of the folder was another folder. This one was marked "Top, Top, TOP Secret."

"Uh oh," he said aloud although part of him awakened, stirring with desire as he took a deep breath and opened the folder. More photos. Of a risqué nature, he bit his tongue at the sight of the two of them together. In the shower! How the hell did she manage to take this picture? he wondered. Both her hands were visible in the picture. Well, sort of, he amended. One was on his shoulder, the other was—he inhaled sharply as a wave of lustfulness threatened to overtake his other senses.

He swiped back to the phone's main menu. Now was definitely not the time to be going through those photographs, he decided. He hurried to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face and walked back to the bed, pointedly ignoring his secret phone. Instead, he picked up his messenger bag and retrieved the files for their current case.

Sipping occasionally from a glass of water, Reid reviewed all the files, making notes and setting himself a reminder to ask Garcia about their victims' online lives in the morning.

"There's gotta be a connection somewhere. Something they all do, some place they all go, someone they all know," he mused aloud. He spent another hour thinking about the case and finally decided sleep was necessary.

Reid climbed into bed, pulling his go bag close. Taking the paper bag from it, he smiled again as he removed Penelope's gift from within it. Spencer settled down into the bed, arranged his pillows to his liking and closed his eyes, clutching Penelope's bra close.

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The team was already gathered around a hotel restaurant table when Reid awoke the following morning.

Taking note of the time, he swore and quickly rose. "Dammit!" he exclaimed. Hastily, he sent Garcia a text on the work phone and then clambered into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he was in the elevator on the way down to breakfast, where the rest of the team was already enjoying their second or third cups of coffee.

As he hurried into the restaurant, he heard the telltale pinging sounds of both his phones indicating messages received. He sat down at the table just as the waitress arrived with eggs, bacon and toast for him. Coffee cups were filled all around the table and then the waitress left them.

"Late night?" JJ teased.

"I slept in," he offered, "Sorry I'm late."

"We ordered for you," Prentiss indicated, gesturing at his plate with one hand.

"Thanks," he replied, hurriedly setting about scarfing down his food.

"Oh, don't, Spence. Don't wolf it down like that." JJ went into mom mode, "You'll just make yourself sick."

The others laughed but agreed, nursing their coffees slowly to allow Reid to catch up to them.

Forty-five minutes later, they arrived in two vehicles at the police precinct and regrouped in the conference room where they'd set up. Rossi was on his cellphone as they arrived. Reid had a takeout coffee in one hand and was reading through all his text messages as they arrived. He reviewed the enormous amount of information Garcia had sent him in response to his earlier texts.

"We'll review the case and our geographic profile in a sec, first I wanted to let everyone know," Prentiss began and everyone quieted down to listen to her. "I got notification last night from Agent Lawrence and the review committee. And, good news for all of us, they've decided to discontinue the one hundred in, thirty out rotation for Dr. Reid."

A chorus of cheers erupted and Emily gave them a moment to congratulate their colleague and then she patted him on the back herself, "Welcome back, Spence."

She smiled and then made a face; "There's also this bit of news though. Apparently, the Bureau really liked the job Reid did teaching those courses and seminars. It's good PR for them, it's obviously beneficial for the criminology students, and it's a nice diversion for us. Yeah, you heard right. Us. The Bureau would like, in addition to the cases we consult on and actively investigate in the field, each of us to consider teaching a few seminars a year. But we'll discuss that further back in DC. Right now, I believe, Spencer, you have some info for us?"

He waved his work phone in one hand and shared, "I texted Garcia last night and asked her to check into the victims' online lives. It was difficult for her because none of them use their real names; even in their email addresses and it took some digging into ISPs and stuff for Pen to find them. But she did."

Reid motioned to Prentiss to boot up her tablet and the others all followed suit. They opened the newest files sent by Garcia as Reid continued. "They don't know each other in real life, as it were. But they did know each other on line, by their screen names. They're all involved in file sharing in what Garcia called the not-quite-dark world."

Alvez looked around the table and when no one else asked, voiced his question. "What exactly?"

Reid explained, "First run movies, TV shows not aired in the requester's area, bootlegs from concerts, etc. The kind of stuff that's copyrighted, but not as widely disparaged as say, child porn or snuff."

Prentiss continued, "The three victims were all interested in a particular file from someone in this group. Garcia traced the group owner to an ISP in Philadelphia. But they use proxies and to anyone with less computer knowledge than Garcia, the site is untraceable. Payments are usually made in bit coin, so it's also pretty much untraceable."

"Our three initial victims, and a fourth one Pen was made aware of yesterday, all requested one particular file."

They swiped through and noted the file in question was a bootleg concert video for a music group with whom none of them was familiar. "Science Affliction," Lewis mused aloud.

"I had PG pose as a fan wanting it," Reid continued. "She put out the request on their forum. The group mod messaged her and told her he'd taken it down, it was no longer available."

They looked at one another and JJ asked, "But that doesn't stop Garcia?"

Reid shook his head, "Of course not," he smiled, "Penelope asked him if there was some other way to get a copy. And of course, she was able to hack through and get it anyway, but he put her in touch with the original poster."

Prentiss picked up the narrative, "Each of our victims was found dead—strangled and dumped—within hours of arranging to meet this guy Baltazar about this particular bootleg. Garcia managed to find the correspondence between this Baltazar and our agent and actress victims. Both were instructed to bring one hundred dollars in cash to specified locations. Those locations were Internet cafés near where the bodies were found."

"But none of the victims' devices actually have that video on them," Alvez pointed out, referring to the notes on his own tablet.

"He killed them before completing the transaction?" JJ asked.

"Or he deleted it from their phones or tablets," Rossi replied.

"Why? Why go to all that trouble?" Alvez wanted to know.

"It is a bizarre M-O," Prentiss agreed.

"So. Who is this Baltazar guy?" Lewis asked.

"Baltazar was the antagonist in an animated episode of the Dr. Who television series," Reid answered her. "He was a space pirate brought down eventually by the Tenth Doctor. Our unsub seems to be fashioning himself after the character. Garcia says his real name is Evan Oster, and he's worked as a roadie for various musical groups, most recently for Science Affliction. We have an address for him here in Los Angeles, but," he paused and deferred to Emily.

"Local LE went out to bring him in this morning, and the address turned out to be an empty lot. But we've got a photo of him, thanks to Garcia going through surveillance tapes at the second victim's coffee shop meeting with him."

The photo winked onscreen on their tablets. He was a heavily tattooed and pierced Caucasian male in his late twenties.

"I wonder why he wants to kill people asking for this file," Lewis pointed out. "It's like he's regretting ever offering it for sale in the first pla—" she trailed off.

Alvez piped up, "Maybe the band is threatening legal action? If they somehow found out who leaked it, who's profiting?"

"That's a valid observation, Alvez," Rossi praised. "I know I'd be unhappy to find pirated versions of my books out there," he thumped the desk with one hand and added, "Although I'm sure they're out there."

"This band isn't all that well known, they'd be burned for royalties with someone was selling a concert video online like this," JJ contributed.

"They could go after him through legal channels, though," Lewis told them.

"True, but he might be covering. Trying to make it look like someone else is really behind it."

"Or maybe he's trying to recover any copies that are out there? Did Garcia say how many buyers there were?" Rossi asked.

"According to her digging, it was never actually uploaded to the site. Baltazar offered it but any prospective buyers were instructed to message him directly to make purchase arrangements." Prentiss replied. "We know who four of them were," she waved at their board, indicating the four murder victims, "and there are two more, including our Fourth Doctor. The other would-be purchaser decided against it after the first two murders occurred, guess he got scared off. But according to Garcia, he only offers it locally, to people he can arrange to meet to complete the transaction. Pen says there were nine other requests made for it, but they were all out of the LA area and Baltazar either dismissed them altogether or told them he'd make future arrangements."

"So he's offering up this video on their secret group. He sells it to a few people. Maybe the artists get wind of this and figure out who did it. They threaten him with legal action, or he figures he might be threatened and decides he needs to recover the files," Alvez theorised.

"I talked to the leader of Science Affliction," Rossi told him, "They know this kind of thing happens all the time, it's an occupational hazard. They don't like it, but they understand it happens. Although they didn't know about this particular seller until I made them aware."

"So, he's offering it up for sale to make some bucks on the side, but kills his buyers after the transaction," JJ pondered aloud. "And probably taking back the files."

"We should have all our answers soon. Garcia sent a request to his user account, she's just waiting for a reply now," Prentiss told them.

"And then FourthDoctor will meet him for a copy of this file," Reid told them.

"Fourth Doctor?" JJ asked.

Reid smiled. "Me," he paused, and thinking about Penelope and the promise he'd made to her added, "And the appropriate amount of backup."

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A few hours later, Garcia called the team. "Baltazar has contacted me!" she said excitedly, eager to help the team apprehend the serial killer.

"Uh oh," Prentiss whispered to Reid who was standing next to her. Taking his arm, she moved them both out of range of the tablet so that Garcia wouldn't see them.

"You haven't told her just who's meeting him, have you?"

Prentiss accused him.

He sighed, "Emily. Please. I'm not sitting on the sidelines."

"I know, Spence. I don't expect you to. I'm just saying, you know how she's gonna—"

JJ came up beside them, "We're ready, Emily." She, Rossi and Lewis were all in their Kevlars, JJ had tied up her hair and all were set, weapons checked. "PG just wants to know what to say to him."

Prentiss exchanged a significant glance with Reid, took a deep breath and then stood in front of her tablet.

"Where and when, Garcia?"

Garcia's eyes narrowed. She took in the sight of JJ in her Kevlar and tied back hair. She noted Prentiss had not prepared to be out in the field. She saw Reid standing beside Prentiss, also without a Kevlar and she let out a relieved sigh.

"He's expecting to meet FourthDoctor at Starbucks at noon. I sent you the coordinates. Um, Emily?"

"Uh oh," Prentiss said under her breath, deliberately facing away from the tablet's camera. Turning back to face Garcia, Emily asked "What's up, P?"

"Emily, what's the, um, plan?"

"The plan, Garcia, is to have an agent pose as the fourth doctor to thwart the unsub's plan to kill anyone else who wants this bootleg file." She drew a breath and before Garcia could voice any objections, continued, "A well trained agent with full backup who has every intention of succeeding in this venture."

Prentiss hoped that came across with an air of finality. She turned, picked up her own Kevlar and addressed everyone, "Let's go."

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The waiting was killing her. FuzzyBareIntimate was the recipient of countless tummy squeezes as Garcia fretted and worried.

He had backup. They said he had backup. He'd promised her he'd be careful. She bit her nails. Or rather, she tried to; there was nothing left of them. FBI got another squeeze.

"I love you" sounded through her office again.

"You have to trust me," pulsed through her mind like a sound byte on indefinite repeat. "I do, I trust you. I love you", she said over and over again, willing herself to believe it.

FBI sat patiently on the desktop and Garcia reached for him yet again.

"I love you" sounded out again.

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