'You, my friend,' Garcia said to a dishevelled Emily, 'look like death.' Emily's hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and dark circles formed under her eyes. Morgan walked past and handed her a cup of coffee.

'Anything stronger than this we'd be in a bar,' he said with a chuckle, 'or at my place.' Emily looked up from the mug and gave him a glare and then smiled warmly at Garcia. This was not her, or anyone else's, idea of how to spend a Friday night. The three co-workers were waiting idly in the break room for Hotch, who was talking on the phone with the Miami Dade Police Department in Florida in his office.

'Why are you so cheery?' Emily asked a bubbly Garcia who was now flirting with Morgan. In response, Garcia gave a small laugh and spun around to face her, taking a big gulp of oriental tea before doing so.

'I,' she said while motioning to herself, 'am a creature of the night. Very nocturnal; you know, like an owl…'

'I think she gets the idea,' Morgan said with a forced eye roll. 'Anyway,' Garcia continued, 'people like me that usually work with computers tend to be nighthawks. We work well in the early hours of the morning.' She left a long pause; obviously waiting for Morgan to remake some suggestive remark, but he declined.

The break room doors swung in to reveal JJ and Reid, both clutching matching take-out bags from a Chinese place down the street. Morgan raised an eyebrow.

'Oh, snacks!' Garcia squealed. 'I hope you got me my favourite.'

JJ and Reid looked at each other briefly and exchanged nervous smiles. 'Actually,' JJ said, setting her bag down on the large table, 'we didn't know you guys wanted anything.'

'Well did you ever think of calling?' Garcia said, feigning mock hurt. Reid bit his bottom lip as he took out his rice.

'Damn that smells good,' Morgan said, rather impressed with their meal selections. 'Now you're making me wish I had some egg rolls or something.' He walked over to where Reid was just setting up his place at the table and stole his fortune cookie.

'Hey! That's my…' he began, before Garcia cut him off.

'Oh stop being so whiney, you girl,' she said in a giddy voice. 'It's just a fortune cookie.' Reid sighed and mumbled something about principles before holding up his chopsticks and digging into his rice. Unfortunately, the last time he had eaten with chopsticks was that time the entire BAU team went out for Chinese. He had, since then, forgotten how to master the skill. Garcia and Morgan laughed while JJ showed him the tricks of the trade again. Everyone was just beginning to settle down after laughing at Reid's expense when Hotch walked into the room.

'This may just be one of our weirdest cases yet,' he said solemnly as papers describing the murders were passed around. Realizing JJ was enjoying her noodles too much, Hotch took it upon himself to set up a slideshow on the projector.

'Our first victim was Lucas Lourdes,' he said in a quiet voice, 'who was murdered in his own home two days ago. The unsub attacked his wife too but didn't kill her.' He left a long pause after this statement as the agents looked at the photos of the victim. After a few moments Emily piped up, cradling the coffee mug in her hands. 'That sounds like a break and enter,' she said with an air of annoyance. Hotch frowned and pulled up another picture of an overturned ambulance with the back doors busted open.

'Unfortunately,' he said, 'it wasn't anything like a break and enter.' Another image of the ambulance revealed three bloody corpses sprawled out in the back of the ambulance. One, a woman, was still restrained to a stretcher. The agents gasped and then remained silent.

'The MDPD believes whoever attacked Mr. Lourdes and his wife killed the people in this ambulance,' Hotch said as Reid took a sip of his bottled water rather noisily.

'So let me guess,' Morgan said, crossing his arms on his chest,' the victim inside the ambulance at the time of the attack was Mr. Lourdes' wife?'

Hotch nodded and handed out other reports. 'What's interesting though,' he said, 'is that a paramedic on the scene at the Lourdes' house reported her describing a man that looked exactly as her husband as the attacker.'

JJ's eyebrows knitted together involuntarily as she piped up. 'And the husband had no siblings similar in appearance? A twin or maybe even an uncle…'

'No,' Hotch said in a defeated voice, 'the paramedic said the attacker's face was deliberately the same as her husband's, right down to the scar on his chin from a boating accident three years previously.'

The entire room seemed to be thinking the same thing even before Emily voiced her thoughts. 'This unsub takes on the physical appearance of his victim's loved ones in order to get close enough to kill them?'

Hotch nodded as Reid shoved his Styrofoam take-out plate aside. 'It sounds farfetched, but it's happened before,' Reid said in his usual I'm-smarter-than-you-but-I'll-pretend-we're-equal tone. 'For some, the planning that goes into a kill is more exciting than the actual kill itself. This unsub may stalk the person he wants to portray for weeks and then craft the perfect disguise.'

Morgan couldn't help but laugh a little at Reid's seriousness. After all, wouldn't the unknowing victim be able to tell the difference between her real lover and the fake? 'Come on off it Reid, that doesn't make any sense,' he said in a now dismal tone. The rest of the group sat in silence as they thought about the unsub.

'Not if he was an experienced plastic surgeon, capable of transforming his face into someone else's,' Emily said as she unconsciously tugged at her loose ponytail. This observation seemed to pique everyone's interest.

'Then wouldn't his face be all gross and saggy now?' Garcia added, pulling at her face for dramatic emphasis. 'I mean, after a few different disguises, wouldn't he be pretty much screwed?'

This gave Hotch the perfect segway into his next area of discussion; the victim previous to the Lourdes'. 'I'm surprised,' he said with a small grin, 'none of you have questioned the seriousness of this case? What if I'm just making assumptions?' The team looked at each other and then back at Hotch. 'Well,' he concluded, 'it's good that you all trust my judgement…' 'For the most part, that is,' Morgan threw in with a smile.

'Two months ago there was a similar case; appeared to be a break and enter where the thief murdered the home's occupant. However, when the MDPD looked into it, neighbours reported seeing the victim's husband around the home a lot even when he was supposed to be at work,' Hotch continued. The team looked at him sceptically now, as he finished up his thoughts. 'After some more prying it was discovered that the husband was actually at work when the neighbours reported seeing him home.'

'So what happened when they questioned the husband? Did he notice anything suspicious over the past few weeks or whatever?' Garcia asked. Hotch shook his head. 'No; this unsub's good. Thankfully the police agree with us about the serious nature of these murders and have gone easy on the victim's husband. The sooner we get there, the better.'

Everyone in the room suddenly remembered that the murders took place in Florida and there were instant murmurs of excitement from the team. The prospect of leaving Virginia in the middle of winter and heading south made them a lot happier to be sitting in a break room at two in the morning.

'Well,' said Morgan with a comical look on his face, 'I guess I'm gonna pack my beach stuff.'