Everyone minus JJ and Reid arrived at the newest crime scene. The detective informed them that this time, the call had been made by one person, Raphael. The response time also took longer due to lack of resources.

"Could the unsub know that?" asked Morgan

"Lack of police presence out here has gotten some local media attention recently. Now, the 911 call wasn't the only thing that was different. This particular scene is... weird in another way. The male victim upstairs, throat cut."

Morgan, Prentiss and Carter made their way upstairs.

"Why is that weird?" Gideon asked the detective.

"He doesn't live here. He's a local handy man."

"Who lives here?" asked Hotch

"The Douglas'es. I just talked to Mr. Douglas a little while ago. He's on his way back from a business meeting down state, and according to him, he wasn't having any handy work done on the house. And his wife was supposed to be home."

"But she's not," said Hotch. It wasn't a question.

"She seems to be missing. But her car is here. Keys, wallet, purse. We got a description out on the field."

"Said you copied down what the caller said?" Gideon asked.

"Yeah," the detective said and pulled out a piece of paper. ";Behold. I will cast her into a bed and then that commit adultery…'" he looked up as realization hit him.

"So adultery is the sin," said Hotch. "But they kill him and not her. They abduct her."

"Think she's still alive?" the detective asked Hotch.

"We never assume otherwise unless there's evidence."

Gideon repeated the Bible verse aloud, saying it was once again from Revelations like the first. This one was about Jezebel, the most reviled woman in the Bible.

"The unsubs knew she was having an affair. There was a laptop here." said Hotch.

Upstairs, the three agents put gloves on and scanned the scene. Blood was everywhere. The most was around the naked man on the floor. They all crouched around the body, taking everything in.

"Don't look now, but we're on candid camera," Morgan said quietly to the women. The missing laptop was behind them.

A red barn. Voices coming from inside. A woman crying.

Begging not to be hurt.

"There's a laptop set up on the dresser upstairs." said Morgan as he jogged down the stairs, the two women not far behind him.

"With a pretty good view of the room," said Ally.

"Garcia's trying to trace the feedback to its destination," Morgan said, then Gideon and the detective headed upstairs.

The barn again. A voice reciting something from the Bible.

The woman, still crying repeats over and over

that she repents.

Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss and Carter stepped outside.

"So let's work this out. What does the new behavior tell us?" Hotch said, frustration starting to peek out from behind his usual calm, collected demeanor.

"There was only one unsub this time? Raphael, alone?" said Prentiss.

"Not if he's the psychotic. He wouldn't be capable of operating this efficiently. Someone was here who could control himself. Make sure no evidence was left behind." said Hotch.

"At the first crime, unsub one called the police right?" said Morgan. "This time it was Raphael. Why?" He looked to Emily and Ally, but they shrugged, unable to think of an answer.

"Looks like the phone call is necessary. It's part of the signature." Said Gideon

The woman is tied up in the barn. Two men are arguing. One forces the other to

sit in front of a camera and read from the Bible.

"Have we ever seen this in case history?" Hotch asked.

"A mixture of extreme psychosis in a controlled individual? No." said Morgan.

"One of the most common indicators of extreme psychosis is solitude," Ally added.

"Don't exactly play well with others," said Prentiss.

"Was Garcia able to find anything on a 'Raphael' in the records?" came Gideon's voice suddenly as he joined them.

"Not yet," replied Morgan.

"So why is he naming himself? Twice. Certainly not worried about us getting that name. In fact, he wants us to know it."

"An alias?" Prentiss suggested.

"Or... Raphael doesn't really exist."

"So we're not looking for a team?" asked Ally.

"Raphael is the name of one of the Arch angels," said Gideon.

"Meaning?" asked Prentiss, confused.

"We may have one unsub suffering from a delusion that he is actually an arch angel. Maybe that first phone call was not two people, but one."

"What about the third voice?" Ally said.

"That I don't know about yet," Gideon said, shaking his head.

"Then, if Mrs. Douglas is Jezebel, there is an especially unpleasant death in her future," Hotch said solemnly.

The hooded man is still reading. Dogs begin to bark and the woman looks terrified as the words the man is saying match why the dogs are there.

She's frantic. The hooded man gets up and walks to the

cage the dogs are in.


The team arrives back at the field office. Morgan says that Garcia is running voice analysis on the 911 call. And, as if she heard them talking about her, Agent Franks told Hotch she's on the phone.

"If you think that first video went viral fast, the second one is going through the stratosphere."

"Second video?" Hotch said. The team stared intently at the phone.

"Yeah, there's a new video from our psycho. I'm downloading it myself right now."

"Get it on the monitor here as soon as you can," Hotch ordered.

Garcia couldn't watch as a pack a vicious dogs attack Mrs. Douglas. The team could barely look as well, and Hotch quickly told them to turn it off. The detective stopped Prentiss before she could.

"Wait, stop."

"What, you haven't seen enough?" Morgan asked, clearly a little unnerved.

"Those dogs. Those three dogs attacked someone a couple months ago," Gideon slowly looked up at the man. "I would have had them impounded but, the victim knew the owner. A neighbor. He didn't want to press charges."

"You're sure?" Gideon said quietly.

"As God as my witness," the detective said as he rushed off, but soon returned with a small black notebook and began flipping through it.

"Three mangey mixes. I knew those dogs looked sick. Put a call in to animal control. I don't know if they ever followed up on it. Here it is."

"Do you have the owner's name?" Hotch asked.

"Hankel."

"Hankel?" Hotch repeated in a concerned tone. Ally's face drained to white.

"Tobias Hankel," the detective said.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said in a hushed tone.


JJ and Reid finally made it to the Hankel residence around night fall. A young man answered the door when they knocked, only his face showing from behind the door.

"Mr. Hankel?" JJ said and the man nodded. "Mr. Hankel, FBI. I'm Agent Jareau, this is Agent Reid," she said, holding up her ID.

"FBI?" Tobias said.

"May we come in?" Reid asked, looking a little antsy.

"Um, I'm sorry... I don't let anyone in the house," Tobias stated meekly.

"Actually I, I uh, I really have to um... you know... go?"

"You do?" JJ asked her over her shoulder.

"Yeah, for thirty minutes."

"Why didn't you say something in the car?"

Reid ignored her. "Do you mind?" he asked Tobias. The young man's face disappeared behind the door then came back.

"My father doesn't like it."

"Your father? You're like...30," Reid said.

"At what age do you start disrespecting the wishes of your parents?" Tobias replied.

"Um, you witnessed something a few months ago," JJ said, interrupting their interaction. "That might be very helpful to us."

"I did?" he asked, surprised.

"You saw someone go over a wall into a yard. You called the police?"

"Me?"

"You didn't?"

"Sorry," he said.

"Is there another Tobias Hankel here?"

"Just me and my father, Charles."

"Well, there is a report on a file of you calling 911. You were walking a dog?"

"No. No, that's wrong. I don't have a dog."

"Oh," JJ said, feeling a little defeated. "Alright, well, sorry to bother you sir."

"You sure I can't just quickly use the-" Reid started.

"Sorry," Tobias said again, and closed the door. They turned around and walked back down the porch steps.

"That's weird. Why call the police in the first place if later you're just gonna pretend you didn't?" she said.

"To gauge the response time," Reid said, suddenly on to something.

"What?"

"If you're going to kill somebody, but you wanted to call the police first, what would you need to know?!" he said excitedly. JJ finally caught on.

"How long it takes them to get there."

Reid took off around the side of the house.

"Reid?" JJ called out. He stopped at one of the windows and gazed in to see Tobias freaking out and walking into a room filled with computer monitors, all connected to other people's webcams. Reid looked away from the computers only to see Tobias staring back at him. Tobias took off through the house, as Reid turned and called to JJ.

"JJ! Get back here!" he yelled. Tobias ran out of the house and into the barn and JJ arrived just in time to see it.

"He's the unsub!" Reid said, and they ran to the barn, pulling their guns from their holsters.

"Call Hotch," he said.

"Reid, we're in the middle of nowhere. There's no cell service."

"Of course there's no service," he said under his breath.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely in here." A thought came to his mind then. How glad he was that Hotch made Allison stay behind with him.

"You cover the front, I'm gonna go around back. Hotch knows we came here. He'll come looking for us. We'll just have to wait him out!" With that Reid jogged around to the back of the barn.

"No, no, no... Reid, are you sure we should split up?" But he was already gone. As he made his way around, there was a noise from the cornfield to his right. When he looked over he saw a figure disappearing into the stalks.

"JJ!" he yelled in a whisper.

"JJ, he's out back!" then ran into the field after the figure. JJ never heard him. The wind blew the barn door, startling her.

"Reid?" she said. "Reid." More serious this time as she came around the door.

In the field, Reid could hear low voices arguing. He walked as quietly as possible towards them.

JJ was in the barn now. Gun out and flash light sweeping different corners. Chains hanging from the rafters rustled gently in the breeze. "Reid!" she whispered.

The voices grew louder, and were still arguing as he got closer. It sounded as though someone was being smacked.

JJ, walking slowly into the barn suddenly stepped in something. She looked down and her flashlight reflected off of something red beneath her shoe. Blood. Growling erupted from her left and as she raised the flashlight, the beam landed on a snarling dog sitting near a blood soaked bed. The growling got louder, and she turned to her right to see another dog, then in front of her, another. Suddenly they charged her. She screamed.

In the field Reid heard the scream and then a gunshot. He ran back towards the barn.

"JJ!" he yelled, but was struck with pain before slamming to the ground. He reached for his gun, but his assailant beat him to it and was now pointing it at him. Reid lay on his back, his hands up in surrender.

"Wait, wait..." he said quietly.

"I could have stopped them by myself," Tobias said weakly.

"Ok, ok..." Reid stammered.

"I tried to warn everyone," The gun was shaking horribly in his hand.

"Just relax Mr. Hankel, alright?" Reid urged gently.

"Shoot him," said a deep voice. Reid continued to look at Tobias, confused.

"I don't want to," Tobias sniveled. Then his face shifted to pure anger.

"I said, shoot him you weakling. He's a Satan," said the deeper voice. Yet it came from Tobias.

Reid was honestly terrified now. The man had multiple personalities. Tobias was back to almost crying and shaking.

"He didn't do anything wrong."

"I won't tell you another time boy. Shoot him!" the voice commanded.

And before everything went dark, Reid had one more thought.

"I'm so glad you're not here Ally."