2.

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

-C. G. Jung

2 months later…

"So, our latest victim is called Simon Burke." Said Garcia switching over a picture of young, dark haired man." Dallas police called us after third case. It looks like they wanted to get rid of this case."

"Why?" Asked Rossi.

"All the victims where homosexual… and you know, how it goes in Texas." Answered sadly Garcia.

"Let's go!" Shouted out Hotchner "Get prepared. We're leaving in 20 minutes."

"Wait a second." Stopped everybody Garcia. "I just wanted to tell you that I checked the pale girl again… Her face really isn't in any database. It looks like she doesn't exist." Finished she embarrassedly.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait…" Came a voice from outside the room. "I don't exist? That's weird, isn't it?" And then she appeared, exactly same looking like the last time; long white hair, pale with steel eyes rounded by black cat lines, suited up in short black dress, leggings and hard shoes. She was standing beside unit chief Cruz.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce you to miss Cara Nowak… You've met her before, as I understood."

"We have." Smiled Nowak at him. "But just for a sec…, sir."

All the four men just quickly nodded and Garcia blinked in surprise. For a moment, the room fell in strange, unsure silence, which was broke by Cruz again.

"Miss Nowak is gonna work with you on this and at least few following cases. Then she will certificate, or we'll find a replacement for her. Nowak has worked the last years in secret service under the heads of this state. That means she's very able and skilled despite her age, and as you all know, she can take care of herself. Good luck for all of you with this case." Cruz motioned to Cara and left.

"So, miss Nowak, what did you do before?" Asked Rossi and gave her a smile.

"Don't call miss Nowak, please… I feel old then. My name is Cara and just as Cruz said, I worked for secret service and many very important people who don't like to be mentioned."

"And they just let you go? You really have to have a great reputation."

"They didn't, mister Rossi… they didn't and yeah, you're right, my reputation is great." Girl's face went dark and something in her eyes told him, that her story is not so bright.

Cara nestled herself down and took a book written with strange letters. She looked really interested.

"What's that?" Asked Morgan. "Another bookworm reading a weird book? You've got competitor, Reid."

Reid gave Morgan annoyed look and examined Nowak's book. "That's Gothic script, old German I guess. It's nearly illegible these days but in the end of 15th century, it was the most readable alphabet-"

"I don't wanna disappoint you, Mister Reid, but I understand it very well. That's the reason, why I read it and," she gave him a weak smile "your friends don't look exactly interested."

Morgan started laughing, Rossi blinked at her and Hotch looked understanding on surprised Reid. Cara just sat still.