"Last night, the body of a 22 year old female was found covered by trash bags and other materials on the sidewalk in Chicago, Illinois." I pressed the button on the remote and changed the slide. "She was mutilated and her body was cut and sliced up with what appears to be a knife, but there were no weapons left at the scene. The police can't ID her because this particular unsub beat her skull and face in with a brick, also not at the scene, and then sprayed her face with black graffiti. The person who found the body called in anonymously therefore we can't get a hold of him or her." I put the remote down on the table and stared at my team.

"So the unsub cut up her body and bashed in her face...that makes sense." Prentiss moaned sarcastically.

"The unsub probably did it to make a point. If the victim can't be identified it means that the unsub may have identity issues themselves." Reid told her in his matter of fact attitude. I smiled and opened the file, then picked the remote back up.

"These were the pictures of the scene. As of right now, the police can't make anything out of the markings on her body. They don't know if it was random, or if it has some sort of meaning..."
"So where do we come in on this?" Rossi leaned forward. I looked down at my feet and looked back at the screen.

"The same cases were reported in the time span of two weeks ago. Two more victims. One male and one female. They both fit the MO of the unsub." I replied. "Both bodies have the same signature of the killer...two bullets to the neck, one to the forehead."
"Can we possibly describe the position they were killed in as part of the MO?" I looked at Reid.

"Explain..."

"Well, you see both of the females were killed in the same, cowering, fetal position. The male on the other hand was killed in a more peaceful position. And he wasn't mutilated like the women were...it's possible the unsub may have a problem with females, but more compassion for men. They might have drugged the man so he was unconscious before shooting him and leaving him to bleed."
"And they tortured the females and then shot them." Hotch finished his thought. I continued to stare at the screen.

"Possible..." I responded quietly.

"If you don't feel comfortable working the case then you don't have to." Morgan looked at me.
"I'm working the case." I told him before sitting down.

"Alright...so who's ready to go to Chicago?" Prentiss got up and put her hands down on the table. Morgan raised his hand so I laughed and threw mine up as well. Reid followed my action and Hotch just sighed as if we were children.

Somebody once said, "If you murder an innocent man you are responsible for the blood of his unborn descendants, and the weight of this responsibility is yours to carry to the end of time."

"I'm sure the police department will be glad to see you again, Derek." I leaned my head on Reid's shoulder while staring at the case photos, trying to decipher some sort of code.

"I'm sure they will be." He chuckled and snatched a photo, spinning it around to look at it.

"I've already reviewed the photos and case history. There's nothing the unsub didn't wipe clean." Reid stumbled with his words, shifting his body multiple times.

"The detective informed me that there were brick fragments in the victims skull..." I began, staring at the photos. "But there are billions of bricks in Chicago. To ask Pen to try to match a brick to a building is impossible and unfair."

"No weapons, no notes, no finger prints." Morgan mumbled, almost in disbelief. I closed my eyes.
"We'll catch this sicko." I breathed out lightly.

"Don't get your hopes up, JJ." Prentiss walked in the narrow airplane aisle. I opened my eyes and watched her walk by, her eyes avoiding contact with mine.

"We'll get the unsub, JJ. Don't worry." Reid told me softly, almost as if he wasn't sure.

"Good morning, Detective Aiser." I greeted the detective politely as me and my team entered the room. "This is Agents Prentiss, Rossi, Hotch, Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Good morning, Agent Jareau." He shook my hand.

"So did you learn anything about the case? Something we didn't already know?" I followed him to a desk and stopped, waiting for an answer.

"No reports have been found. We still can't get a hold of the 911 caller."
"They'd play a crucial part in the investigation..." I spoke under my breath.

"Even though that's true, it's an anonymous tip line...legally, the authorities don't have to release their name to us." Reid interfered before the detective had the chance to say something.

"We'll see about that." Prentiss flipped her phone open and dialed Garcia.

"You have reached the line of Penelope Garcia, how may I be of assistance today?"
"Garcia I need you to trace a call for me."
"Ready for action."
"Trace a call to the 911 line at around 9 P.M to 4 A.M dated last night."

"That's a lot of phone calls...can you narrow it down?"
"The call had to do with a dead body being found." Prentiss continued.

"I need more information!" I took the phone from her hand.
"They reported it was at 21st Street and Madison Parkway." I told her in a hesitant voice.

"Taking control there, JJ~ I got your caller. Sending the cell phone number and address your way."
"Love ya, Garcia." I hung up and returned the phone. "Reid, come with me. Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, scene of the crime."