Fraternity "plays" coeds

That was the title of the article that Garcia had faxed the team. Reid dispensed copies of the article to the team, and also to Sheriff O'Dell who was present for this meeting.

"Apparently the year before the Alpha Phi Omega fraternity on campus had a yearly game, in which the various frat brothers would see how many college girls they could sleep with by the end of fall semester." Reid said pacing in front of the board with the victim information.

He continued ,"Each girl that had been bedded was judged on a point system that you see is attached to the back, for instance, blonde hair would score you 20 points The highest score or the first one to score a perfect 300 would be considered the winner.."

"So that's what these numbers mean, this guys been keeping score?" Morgan interjected.

"Not just keeping score, working his way up to a perfect game. It would make sense, why he chooses such public areas to leave the victims; he wanted people to know he'd done it." Rossi said

"Apparently a journalist for the college press infiltrated the fraternity and discovered it and exposed it to the whole student body." Reid said "While none of the victims were part of the game, they were all quoted in the article for they're opinion on the whole debacle."

"So where do we go from here?" O'Dell asked

"Gather your men, we're ready to give a profile, tomorrow we'll check out the fraternity, see if any of them know someone that fits the profile." Hotch said rising from his chair.

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The team stood in front of a mass of officers as they gave the profile, they had drawn up.

"The un-sub is Caucasian male, between the ages of 19-25; he's strong but is not heavily muscled. The randomness of the motel rooms shows that he's at least comfortable with the area, and based on the victims, and scores written in their blood it's safe to assume he's also a college student himself. He's highly intelligent and organized." Hotch began.

"This un-sub is physically attractive and charming. He's been able to smooth talk these women into leaving public settings and come alone with him. He's extremely confidant, and views himself superior and probably has a large group of people who consider him their friend, however it is just and act, there's a lot of deep seated anger hidden below the surface." Prentiss continued

"He's all about pleasure, and killing facilitates that. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt, which is why he discards his victims so quickly after. He's bored with them and predatorily wants to move on to bigger prey. He thinks this is a game, hence why he continually keeps score. " Morgan said

"Which in fact will give us some time, he's very selective and since he's moving to the perfect score his next victim will be carefully chosen, he may even have some one in mind all ready, that he's been saving for just the right time."

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He was watching her, from across the room. The party he was at was not all that crowded, so he was able to clearly see her. He took another pull of the hookah that was sitting on the table next to him, like a big smoky monolith. He blew out smoke rings, haloing her in grey glory. He would have taken her now, except she was with her boyfriend…that annoyingly inferior ape. However it would make it all the more sweeter when she was his.

She saw him staring; they locked eyes for a minute.

He winked, she smiled.

Soon.

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The next morning Hotch, Rossi, and O'Dell made their way up to the frat house steps. It was bustling as pledges hauled in keg after keg into the house. On a couch on the porch a clean cut, well built, brown haired guy was making out with a dirty blonde girl, and yelling orders to the pledges every so often. He stopped both activities when he saw the trio.

"Sheriff O'Dell, amazing it's only 10:00 am and the cops have already been called on us." He said sarcastically

"Not here for that today Chris, these two behind me are with the FBI, they want to talk about your frat's little game last year."

Chris looked wide eyed and said "Hey, look we already got put through the wringer once; I didn't think we broke any federal laws…"

"It's not that," Hotch interjected ' we're wondering if lately anyone in the frat has brought it up, maybe missed it a little more than you thought was comfortable."

Chris got a thoughtful look on his face before replying "After the games were disbanded, a lot of the guys couldn't get any girl to give them the time of day, most just want to put it behind them…though I remember some of the guy were talking about it with Jack.." he turned to the dirty blonde haired girl "hey, Shannon, you remember if Jack was talking about the games a while back?"

Shannon blushed a little bit then said "No babe, I can't remember much from that night…"

"If we might ask, who is Jack?" Sheriff O' Dell questioned

"He's a cool dude, shows up to any major party, definite ladies man…" he paused seeming to want to tell more, but unsure.

"Hey Shannon," he said "Do you mind grabbing me a soda? Thanks."

After Shannon disappeared back into the house he looked back furtively at the trio

"Look, I don't want to badmouth the guy, but he's got some boundary issues, he's hit on Shannon more then once, and well…."

"Yes?" Rossi asked

"He got into it with this dude once, the usual drunken fight. Except Jack went way over board, he knocked out a couple teeth, and nearly gave the other guy a concussion…"

Hotch and Rossi exchanged looks

"Do you know where Jack lives?"

"Yeah, I've been there once before…he shares an apartment with some 'Computer science geek.'..." Chris held up his hands defensively "His words not mine."

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Hotch, Rossi, and O'Dell later arrived at the door to Apartment 4D. They knocked, then stood outside.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" O'Dell asked shifting uncomfortably

"This Jack may not be the un-sub but he certainly a likely candidate, let's see how he reacts to the surprise of the FBI at his door." Hotch said as he knocked again. A muffled "I'm coming!" could be heard from inside

"I don't think he'll be all that surprised." Rossi said pointing to a small cylinder on the top of the door. "That's a security camera…"

They heard the lock click open, and braced them selves as the door swung open.