Chapter Two

"Alright, got it, thanks," Hotch said into his phone, hanging up and calling Garcia immediately, "Emily and Morgan may have a lead; the last victim's ex boyfriend appeared to be overly aggressive and possibly abusive."

The others looked at each other as Hotch got Garcia on the phone.

"O Captain, my captain!" Garcia said in her usual way. Her red hair was hald up, half down with light curls and a couple of curled tendrills framing her face.

"Garcia, I want you to look up the current location of an Anthony Mullins, as well as his criminal record," Hotch said evenly to the technical analyst.

"Got it - we thinking this scum-bag may be the one?" she questioned.

"Could be, he certainly fits the MO. Considering that his break-up with Sarah could've been the trigger, then he began killing girls that look like her - maybe finally leading up to his initial target," Hotch replied.

"Gotcha, I'm on it now!" Garcia then hung up, typing furiously and searching her screen intently for answers.

Morgan and Emily made it into the police station just as Hotch was hanging up with Garcia.

"Chief Danes, these are Agents Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss," Hotch made introductions of the only two agents the chief hadn't met.

"Nice to meet you both," he shook their hands, his eyes lingering on Emily's face for a few moments with furrowed brows too long before snapping out of it, "sounds like we could have a good lead here."

"Got on the wire with Garcia?" Morgan asked.

Hotch nodded, "In the meantime, let's continue looking over the victimology."

"Every one of the victims' families claimed that something was missing from the victim; when we interviewed Sarah's parents, they asked where her diamond necklace was. We didn't have it, so apparently the UnSub is also taking trophies," Reid said of a recent discovery he and JJ had made earlier.

JJ nodded, "And Rachael McInnis' husband noticed while going through her belongings that her nametag for work was missing."

"Okay, so when we get to Mullins' place, someone should stay behind and look for the trophies," Hotch concluded, "good work."

Emily hadn't been unaware of Chief Danes' intense stare. For some reason she couldn't shake it off, either. It hadn't freaked her out, rather confused. She watched him from her station where she was working for a few moments trying to understand what it was that was confusing her so much about the Police Chief.

Suddenly he rounded the corner and came back, Emily getting her eyes back to her work and trying to act as if she hadn't been staring at him.

"Your Garcia's on line three," he said, pressing the conference phone button.

"Go ahead, Baby Girl," Morgan chimed.

"Alright, looks like Anthony Mullins has had his share of trouble; a couple of years ago he was charged with stalking, and, get this, he just barely missed being charged for assault with a deadly weapon," Garcia said quickly.

"Barely missed?" Reid questioned, confused.

"Well he claimed that it was self-defense and managed to get off that scott-free. Loser..." Garcia mumbled.

"Definitely sounds like our guy," Morgan said, "got an address for me, Mama?"

"Sure do!"

Garcia spouted off the address and everyone took off for the SUV's and police cars out into the late afternoon, making their move in on Anthony Mullins' apartment complex.

FBI vests on and guns toted, everyone jumped out of their vehicles, alerting everyone that they encountered around the apartment complex to keep calm and not to make a fuss so as not to scare off their possible UnSub.

When they reached his door they gathered around it, waiting for sound or anything to indicate that he was possibly home. Nothing was heard so Morgan tried the doorknob. It wouldn't open, so he gave the motion for everyone to back up and counted off to three before kicking in the door.

Hotch went in first, followed by Rossi, Morgan, Reid, Emily, and Chief Danes. They split off silently in different directions to make sure no one was home. Shouts of "Clear!" could be heard from different areas of the apartment, but then Morgan came upon a closed door. Reid was covering him, and they both heard the light sound of a stereo.

"Anthony Mullins, FBI, open this door!" Morgan shouted, his gun aimed and ready to shoot if he had to.

Nothing.

"Anthony Mullins, FBI, open the door now!" he shouted one more time. Upon hearing nothing, he backed up and indicated to the others to surround the door, then motioned to Reid to open the door quickly.

Morgan walked in to find Anthony Mullins barely waking from sleep, "Anthony Mullins! FBI, get out of that bed and get on the ground!"

"What the hell, man?" Anthony questioned angrily as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I said get outta that bed and get on the ground!" Morgan came over to him and threw him out of the bed, reaching behind him and handcuffing the younger man.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Anthony practically shouted.

"You're under arrest for the alleged murder of Sarah Bryan and possibly many other women," Hotch explained calmly.

"What the fuck is this?! I didn't kill Sarah!"

"We'll talk about it at the station," Morgan said roughly as he herded the young man out of the door, out of the apartment, and out the front door, getting him thrown into the Police Chief's car.

"Reid, you and Rossi stay here and look for any of the trophies listed as missing from the families, here's the list JJ complied during the interviews," Hotch instructed.

"You got it," Rossi replied, he and Reid going back into the apartment to look around.

Meanwhile, on the curb outside a large two-story house, a young blonde with bouncy curls and bright blue eyes was getting out of her car. She pulled her purse further up on her shoulder as she subconciously jingled her keys in her hand. She walked past a blue SUV, thinking nothing about it to take a shorter route to cut across her front yard to the front door

Suddenly, a pair of black gloved hands reached out from the hatch-back and grabbed the girl and she dropped the keys to the ground. He got a hand over her mouth just before she could scream. A black skii mask looked around, making sure no one had seen what had just transpired and quickly shut the door. His hands could be seen first duct taping the girl's mouth, then quickly tying her limbs as she struggled against him. Every time she struggled, kicked, or hit, he would smack her hard across the face, "That's enough!" he said in a gruff tone of voice. Tears ran down her face as he finished tying his knots, then roughly shoved her asside and climbed over all the other seats to the driver's seat, then took off his skii mask and cranked up the SUV, going out quickly as possible.