Here's some more of this lovely little story. I don't really have anything else to say, so on with the chapter!

Reid stared out the window of plane, watching as the storm clouds floated by. Every now and then the plane would hit a spot of turbulence and Rossi would twitch and tighten his hold on the papers he was holding. Reid barely noticed though. He was still going over the new case in his mind.

The one part he couldn't get out of his mind was that Elijah Crowley's sister had been the one to find him. Finding a dead body, no matter who or where it was, always was and always would be a traumatic experience. The only thing worse than finding a dead body, is finding the dead body of someone you love. It didn't matter how many cases he worked, the image of a person seeing their dead brother, sister, parent, spouse, or child never went away.

"Reid?"

Reid's head shot up from its resting position on his hand. "Uh, yes?" he asked.

"We're ready to start going over the case," Hotch stated. Reid nodded and scooted to the edge of his seat to join the circle of agents.

"Well, we know that this unsub likes having power and control," Morgan started. "He holds his victims underwater by their necks. He wants to feel the life leave their bodies."

"What we don't know is how he chooses his victims," Prentiss said. She flipped through the file and dragged out three pictures, each showing a different victim. "The first victim, Roger Clint, was a children's dentist who had just opened his own clinic." She pointed at the next victim. "Sandy Miller was a college student who was visiting Hope for the weekend."

"Did she have any family in Hope?" Morgan asked.

"Let me check." Garcia disappeared from the screen in the middle of the table for a minute and reappeared a second later. "Nope, none. Her hometown is Montgomery, Alabama and that is still where her family currently lives. The only other family she has is an uncle, but he lives in California."

"So why would she go to Hope for the weekend?" Prentiss asked.

"It's a small town only a few miles from a college. Maybe it's where all the college kids go to party on weekends." Reid slid the picture of Sandy Miller closer to him. "Although, she doesn't look like she's dressed to go to a party. The clothes she's wearing look more like something you would wear to an interview or some kind of office job."

"Well, if she was looking into getting a job it would make sense," Rossi stated. "She was new to college and she lived miles from her parents."

Hotch's face darkened. "If the unsub is targeting young adults just in or out of college, then he has an unlimited supply of victims."

"We don't know that though. He could just be grabbing the first vulnerable person he sees," Prentiss replied. She flicked her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. "What did Elijah Crowley do?"

The sound of typing was heard over the speakers. "Elijah… had just finished dentistry school. He was working as an assistant at a local clinic."

"That's two out of the three victims that were working on a medical career," Reid stated. He was talking fast. "What was Sandy Miller studying at the university?"

Typing was heard again before Garcia replied, "She was going to try to double major in microbiology and anatomy."

"Sounds like something you would do if you had high hopes in the medical field," Rossi commented.

"Alright," Hotch began, "when we land Morgan, I want you and Prentiss to head over to the last crime scene. Dave, you and I will go to the morgue and look over the bodies to make sure nothing was missed. And Reid, you can head over to the police station with JJ and talk to Elijah Crowley's family. They should still be there, considering they drove three hours to get here."

Reid looked up from scanning over the file. "You want me to talk to the family?"

Hotch quirked an eyebrow. "JJ will be there with you. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Yah, but wouldn't you rather do that? I could go to the morgue and—"

"Since when are you scared to talk to the victims' families?" Morgan asked.

"Since forever!" Reid's voice rose in pitch. "You know I can't talk to people!"

"Reid, you'll be fine," Hotch said kindly.

Reid just sighed and leaned back against the seat.

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When Morgan and Prentiss drove up to Elijah Crowley's house, a policeman was standing outside waiting for them. As the agents got out of the car, Prentiss whistled. She turned in a circle, taking in the slightly rundown house, the long driveway, and the acres of forest surrounding them.

"Now this would be a nice place to live. There's nothing around you but trees and wild animals. You would basically have your own fortress here."

Morgan pointed at the house. "It's a bit of a fixer upper though, don't you think?"

The deputy walked over to them. "We're pretty sure that was the whole idea of buying this house," he stated. "From what we can tell, Elijah Crowley liked to build. He was remodeling everything by himself. He'd just finished the porch." He grabbed Morgan's hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Deputy Barnes."

"I'm Agent Morgan and this is Agent Prentiss." He motioned to Emily, who nodded. "Would you mind taking us to where the body was discovered?"

"Sure, that's why we're here." He started walking toward the porch.

On the inside, the house still looked pretty old fashioned. The only new things in it were the fridge and radio in the kitchen. The living room was full of paint buckets, wooden boards, hammers and nails, and other building supplies.

Before Barnes started climbing the stairs, he turned around and said, "Be careful on these stairs. A couple of the steps are a bit old and the railing is loose."

They carefully creaked up the stairs, swung around the banister, and followed the hall to the biggest of the bedrooms. The inside was jam packed full of DVDs, a TV, dirty clothes, a beanbag, a king-sized bed, and a laptop. The closet door was open too, revealing more clothes. A chip bag and an empty Dr. Pepper bottles was on the floor next the bed.

Prentiss wrinkled her nose. "No matter how good a guy looks on paper, he's still a guy."

"It looks like he was basically living out of this room," Morgan said, looking around.

"Kind of makes sense though. The rest of the house isn't exactly what I would call fit to live in," Barnes replied. "It's pretty drafty. Not much insulation and a lot of the windows are leaky."

"The only thing here that's not thrown around carelessly is his computer and his TV," Prentiss observed.

Morgan grabbed his phone out of his pocket while Deputy Barnes took Prentiss into the bathroom where Elijah Crowley's body was found. He picked up the laptop and flipped it open. A lock screen with a password popped up.

"Hey Baby Girl," Morgan said as soon as Garcia answered.

"Hello my Chocolate Sculpture, what can I do you for?"

Morgan chuckled and replied, "I have a laptop I need you to get in to. Can you do it?"

"Ah, and I was hoping you would have a challenge for me. Give me the IP address and half an hour, and I will have a list of any and all suspicious sites that he even considered visiting. Ciao!"

Morgan slid his phone back into his pocket and walked over to the bathroom where Prentiss was stooped down next to an iPhone. The screen was cracked and shattered, but when Prentiss pushed the button she could still make out a picture of a family. There were five kids in it, and it looked to have been taken during the summer. Everyone in it was smiling happily. The tallest boy, who could only be Elijah, had his arms draped over a younger girl and boy.

"They look to be a pretty happy family," Prentiss said sadly. "Close too. How many guys do you know that keep their family as their lock screen?"

Morgan shrugged. "Not many." He bent down next to Prentiss and took a closer look at the phone. There was a drop of something under all the glass. He leaned back to glance into the bedroom and then stared down at the phone again.

"Was this phone here when you arrived on the scene?" Morgan asked Barnes.

He nodded. "Yep, everything is exactly where we found it. I personally made sure that nobody touched anything."

Morgan glanced back at the phone. "It doesn't make sense for Elijah to throw his phone on the ground. Look at his other electronics; they're spotless! They don't even have dust on them. Someone who cared that much about their electronics wouldn't crack his phone."

"Not unless it was a very bad situation," Prentiss added. "And, have you noticed, there's no sign of a struggle. The only thing out of place is this phone."

dun Dun DUN!

In all seriousness, the ending of this chapter is a little abrupt, but it was sort of where my brain decided to shut down and run out of ideas for the night. So, I decided that I would just end it where I stopped. It does make a nice, sort of small cliff hanger. And by small, I mean very small.

Also, when I started thinking about this story and actually writing it down, I didn't really have a time period in mind. I do know that some people like to know when things take place though. So, if I had to pick a season that this is happening in, it would probably be season 4. I would even say season 5, except Reid's hair is too long in that season.