NOTE: Here's the 2nd chapter. The team interviews the families of the victims here but don't get any closer to finding out the killer. You may have to wait 2 to 3 more chapters for that part. Anyway, Pinky becomes good friends with Reid in this chapter. Somehow, I can see Pinky and Reid becoming friends. I don't know why, I just do.

The BAU jet took off in the direction of Kansas as Reid read a quote: "The Brain once said "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

"Hey, quit stealing my lines!" Brain shouted at Reid.

"Sorry." Reid replied.

Pinky and Brain were near the back on the jet as Brain looked out the window, "All that open farmland, brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Pinky shrugged, "I have no clue, Brain. ZORT!"

Brain let out a sigh, "Remember when we were storm chasers and that one guy nearly killed us?" Pinky blinked his bright blue eyes with a blank look on his face and Brain looked annoyed with him, "Remember that scarecrow you blubbered like a fool over?"

Pinky nodded, "Naaaaaarf! Poit! Egad, Brain, you remember all that?"

Brain sighed, "I remember all our schemes, Pinky."

Pinky, still in drag, looked down at his high heels and giggled, "Don't I look beautiful like this?"

Brain shook his head, "You know, Pinky, maybe you should get rid of those high heels. If you're chasing after a psychokiller, it's probably not a very smart idea to wear them."

"But, Brain..." Pinky whimpered, "They're so stylish and they bring out my fur tone!"

Brain rolled his eyes, "Seriously, Pinky..."

Meanwhile, at the front of the jet, Morgan and JJ were discussing the crime scene photos. Morgan sighed, "These cars were crushed with the people still inside of them."

JJ examined the photos, "Both victims were elderly and white, perhaps they're surrogates for someone who hurt the unsub at some point in their life."

"Only something like a car crusher could do this to the victims. Thing is, it appears the cars were crushed from the sides and not above." Morgan explained.

"Maybe the unsub has access to custom built equipment." JJ noted.

Morgan shrugged, "It's possible."

Down the aisle, Brain got up and walked over to Reid who had a chess board out, "I see you like chess." the large-headed mouse noted.

Reid nodded to Brain, "You can play with me if you like."

Pinky got up and walked over to where Hotch was sitting. He was also examining the crime scene photos, "Narf! Hello, mind if I sit with you?" Hotch didn't reply as Pinky plopped down next to him, so Pinky spoke up to him, "Who were you talking to on the phone?"

"Oh, that was SSA David Rossi, he's on vacation in Italy to try and get in touch with his roots." Hotch replied to the red-nosed lab mouse.

Pinky smiled, "Poit. I didn't know David Rossi was an uprooted tree with his roots in Italy. Wow. Trees as FBI agents, who knew? Troz!" Hotch rolled his eyes and Pinky looked at the crime scene photos, "What are you looking at?"

"The crime scene photos." Hotch replied, "Care to have a look?"

Pinky nodded, "All right." Hotch handed Pinky the photos and he cringed, "Oh, what a total waste of good ketchup. Narf!"

"That isn't ketchup, it's blood." Hotch replied.

Pinky froze and began shivering, "V-v-v-vampires!" Hotch rolled his eyes again at this and put away the photos.

Down the hall, Morgan got up and walked over to Reid and Brain who were playing chess, "Hey, geniuses. Which one of you is winning?"

Brain grumbled a bit, "He is...curse him!"

Reid smiled and rubbed his hands together, "Just three more pieces and I win."

"In your dreams." Brain grumbled.

Morgan chuckled a bit, "Looks like someone here is a sore loser. Anyway, I'm here to tell you that we're ready to touch down in Wichita. I think the newbies here should know the drill when we set up base at the station."

Brain glared at the bald, African-american agent, "Newbie? Are you implying that I'm some sort of message board moron?"

"Sorry, I meant to say the word rookie." Morgan smirked. Brain clenched his fists, anger coursing through his veins.

Pinky turned his attention to the conversation, "Oooh, rookie rhymes with cookie! You know, I could really go for a cookie now, zort! Too bad it will all go to my hips."

Brain rolled his eyes as the BAU jet touched down.

Later, the agents all entered the Wichita Police Department office and an officer came up and greeted the BAU, "You must be Agent Hotchner, I'm officer Justin Time, sheriff of the Wichita Police Department."

Pinky giggled a little, "Justin Time...Ahahahahaha...egad, brilliant! TROZ!"

"Pinky, this man is an officer of the law. Have some respect." Brain reprimanded the taller mouse.

"Sorry, Brain." Pinky snickered, "But it's just SO funny!"

Justin scratched his head, "Since when did two genetically altered lab mice become members of the BAU?"

"They're temporary replacements for Rossi and Blake." Reid explained, "Going up against serial killers with two agents missing in action isn't exactly a wise idea."

Justin chuckled a bit, "Well, you guys look desperate enough. All right, you guys can set up work at the office."

Pinky turned to Brain, "Oh Brain, this is going to be so much fun! We'll get to see the city of Wichita! Hey, isn't this the place where witches are born?"

"We're here to catch a serial killer, Pinky." Brain grumbled, "This is not fun fun silly willy time."

And so, the agents entered an office and sat around a table. Hotch spoke up, "All right, everyone. The first thing we need to do is split up."

Pinky gasped, "S-s-s-split up? But...but we're like a FAMILY!"

Brain sighed, "Look Pinky, we've only known these guys for a few hours. You shouldn't be so sentimental."

Pinky nodded and sniffled. Hotch looked over at Brain, "I don't think Agent Pinky should interview the victim's families."

Brain nodded, "I agree, it might be too much for his juvenile mind to take."

Hotch turned to Reid, "Reid, you stay here with Pinky and review the crime scene photos. JJ and I will visit Winters' family. Morgan, you and Brain will talk to Hortense Marshall's family."

Morgan nodded, "Will do, Hotch."

Meanwhile, an old lady and the blonde teenage girl were driving down a dusty dirt road when they saw a beautiful pale yellow house. Upon pulling up in the driveway, the teenager pulled a garage door opener out of her pocket and pressed the button. The garage opened to reveal a custom built carwash with tall, sparkling pink brushes on the sides. The old lady adjusted her glasses, "But I don't like brushes, they scratch the paint job on the car."

The teen girl glared at her, "Too bad, so sad." The teen exited the car and walked up to the driver's window and spoke to the old lady, "It's free, you should be grateful for my offer."

"Sorry, no thanks." The old lady replied.

Suddenly, the girl lost her temper and whipped out her taser, "Get in the garage or I WILL zap you and that is a PROMISE, not a THREAT!" The old lady stared at the girl with a look of complete shock on her face.

Meanwhile, Reid and Pinky were sitting in the office, looking at the crime scene photos. Pinky rubbed his chin, "It almost looks like they were crushed at a monster truck rally. Zort!"

Reid thought about it for a bit, "No, that couldn't be it. If the cars were wrecked via car crusher or monster truck rally, they would be vertically crushed but these appear to be horizontally crushed."

Pinky looked over at Reid, "Are you sure the unsub isn't a vampire?"

"Some serial killers hold the title of vampire: Richard Chase was often referred to as the Vampire of Sacramento and Peter Kurten was often called the Vampire of Dusseldorf but neither of them was an actual vampire." Reid replied.

Pinky shrugged, "Poit. So, why were they called vampires then?"

Reid looks over to Pinky, "Richard Chase engaged in cannibalism. In other words, he ate human flesh. Peter Kurten was sexually aroused by the sight of blood."

"Ewww..." Pinky cringed, "I won't ever look at ketchup the same way again. Well, at least the unsub isn't a vampire."

Reid gazed over the photos, "You know, Pinky, what if the victims were put into a custom built death trap?"

"Like a mouse trap?" Pinky asked.

"Sort of, but a big trap for humans. Wherever these cars were crushed, they were most likely transported to the dump site via forklift." Reid replied.

Pinky nodded, "Naaaaaarf. So, why do they call you a doctor, anyway? Do you stick that freezing cold heartbeat listeny thingy on people's chests?"

Reid smiled at Pinky, "Actually, I'm more of the psychological sort of doctor. I study the mind and behavior."

"So...does that make you a shrink?" Pinky asked, "Brain always told me I needed a shrink but I think I'm small enough already, hahahaha. Narf!"

"Well..." Reid began. Afterwards, Reid and Pinky had a really long and awkward conversation with each other about doctors, soda and forklifts.

Meanwhile, Hotch and JJ were interviewing Dan Winters' family.

"We're truly sorry for your loss, miss Winters." Hotch said, "Is there anything you can tell us about Dan?"

Miss Winters sighed, "Dan liked to keep to himself a lot. He was very private and very stingy with his money. I was always the one to pay for his gas when we went on car trips."

"Did he save up for things that were outside his budget?" JJ asked.

Miss Winters nodded, "Oh, yes. He liked to collect antiques. And by antiques, I mean the real expensive ones."

Hotch rubbed his chin, "Did he have any known enemies or anyone who wanted to harm him?"

Miss Winters shook her head, "No, like I said, Dan kept to himself a lot. Even after we married, he was pretty reclusive."

"Got it." Hotch replied, getting on the phone with Morgan, "Morgan, you got anything on Hortense Marshall?"

Morgan shrugged, "She's clean as a whistle. Quiet, friendly but keeps to herself, no enemies. The only reason someone would want to kill her in such a violent way is the fact that she could be a surrogate for the subject of the unsub's hatred."

"That would make sense, considering the age of both victims." Hotch replied on the other end of the phone, "We'll regroup back at headquarters and think this one over."

"All right, Hotch." Morgan said, closing his cellphone.

The Brain turned to Morgan, "What did he say?"

"He told us to regroup at headquarters." Morgan replied.

Brain grumbled a bit, "Meanwhile, the unsub is still out there killing old folks. At this rate, we'll have to wait for a third victim to show up."

"Wow, that's a real positive attitude." Morgan replied sarcastically.

"Hmph, I'm just telling it like it is. We'll be caught in a wild goose chase until the unsub leaves behind some forensic clue." Brain grumbled.

Meanwhile, the old lady watched as the pink car wash brushes slapped against the window of her car. In a completely idiotic move, she opened the door of her car and stepped outside only to be smothered to death by the spinning, hot pink mass. Screaming, the old lady was crushed against her car and sandwiched up against it, blood dripping from her mouth. Electronic buzzing was heard and the overheard sprinklers turned on, washing the bloody mess down the drain. Inside, a teenage girl was at the control panel, jamming to her Katy Perry CD, drowning out the muffled screams with modern pop music.