A/N: I don't own any of the Criminal Minds characters and I am not making any money from writing this.

Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.

Everyone in the confrence room remained silent for almost a full minute after Hotch had explained the situation with Kate. Aaron looked at them with concern, knowing that he had to make sure for them to stay professional and for the team to keep together.

"Somebody abducted her niece?", Derek asked, like he still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it looks so", Aaron confirmed. "And her niece's friend, probably."

"Is that why JJ is gone?", Spencer asked, sounding alarmed.

"Yes, she will work on that case alongside with the local police", Aaron answered calmly. "Garcia will help them with them technical stuff. Once we finish our work here, some of you can join. But hopefully the girl will be rescued by then. You will be notified about any important developments in the investigation, but just to remind you, you don't work on that case. You have to focus on the current case, on the serial killer thst had been burrying people in the Base."

Everyone nodded their heads, looking down at the floor, and said nothing. Aaron waited for a moment, allowing that realization to sink in, before speaking up.

"David, go pick up Frederic for questioning. Me and Derek will go interrogate soldiers and employes currently stationated in the base. Spencer, keep studying the blue prints and forensic reports, maybe you will find out something new."

#

Chloe cried as a strong man pulled her out of the trunk of his van, parked in front of the cabin in the forest. She almost lost balance and fell down to the ground when a man let go of her in order to pull Tracy out as well. They both had her wrists binded with duct tape, that was also used to tape their mouth. Man walked over to the cabin and unlocked the door, keeping an eye on them the whole time, then opened the door, turn the lights on inside, walked back over to them and pushed them inside. They both cried upon landing on the floor, hitting with their back against the wall. They stared at their abductor in terror, their hearts beating in their throats at the anticipation.

The man just stood there for some time, staring at them. His lips formed into a vulgar grin and he let out a wicked chuckled. But then he just closed and locked the front door, turn the lights off, and went into the room near by, closing the door behind and leaving the girls there in the dark.

#

David knocked to the Amy Johnson's house door twice before she opened.

"Who are you?", she asked, obviously surprised to see him.

"I'm agent David Rossi", David exclaimed, flashing his badge. "I have to talk to Frederic."

Amy frowned at him. "Why?"

"We have to ask him a few questions. There had been..."

Suddenly, David heard some commotion, coming from Frederic's room. He pulled out his gun and rushed inside, despite Amy's protests. He ran into Frederic's room and found him escaping through the window.

"Stop!", he yelled. Frederic didn't listen. David jumped throghu the window and started running after him, with a gun in hand. Before Frederic managed to make it to the fence door, David jumped at him and tackled him down to the ground, immediately handcuffing him.

#

JJ and Danny both had notepad and pens in their hands, carefully writing notes while sitting on the couch in the living room, opposite to Tracy's parents, Sheila and Carlto, talking to them. "I don't understand how could that happen", Sheila whispered in shock, her eyes watery as she clasped her hands together. Her husband held at her tightly while she looked up at Danny and JJ. "Tracy is a good kid. We taught her to be careful and..."

She suddenly broke down, sobbing and burrying her face in her hands. A tear rolled down Carlton's cheek as his wife laid her head at his shoulder. JJ felt her stomach sink, sight making her remember Kate, a hurt look on her face, and danger that faced both Kate's niece and Tracy. It took her a few seconds to continue, her words coming out slower than usual.

"Unfortunately, child abductors are good at finding ways to take the children", she explained, feeling herself shiver. "But we are very good at catching them too", she added, the statement providing her little comfort.

"Have you noticed anyone strange moving around the neighborhood lately?", Danny asked. "Anything suspicious? Any changes in Tracy's behavior?"

"No, I don't think so", Carlton's answered, shooking his head before swallowing hard, drops of sweat coating his face.

"She was a good girl. Everything seemed normal until..." She found no strength needed to finish that sentence.

#

Danny just finished pulling the latex gloves over his hands once JJ and he went into Tracy's room, locking the door behind.

"I told the forensics to wait with the examination until you have a look", he explained. JJ just nodded her head. She started going around the room, studying it... and the mess. Chair knocked to the floor. A poster pulled off the wall. Lamp stane, broken and knocked over. The window had been forced open. The tool marks on the frame looked very similar to the ones she had noticed in Chloe's room

"Obviously, he abducted Tracy the same way he abducted Chloe... definitely the work of the same abductor", she concluded, whole Danny was going through Tracy's notebooks. "He knew very well how to break in and where. He had been stalking her too."

She took another look around the room, her eyes landing on the big empty spot on the writing desk. "Her computer is missing too, as well as her phone." She turned facing Danny, eyes wide. "The abductor took them, just like he did with Chloe."

"Maybe trophies?"

"Or he stalked them... maybe even met them via social networks and took the laptop and the smartphone in order to hide that fact."

"We tried to track the signal. Nothing."

"He is obviously sophisticated, but not enough, judging by the mess. I would say that this is probably his first abduction, but he did abduct two girls on the same day. That is unusual for an amateur. Maybe he had just been inactive for a while." She pulled out her phone. "I will tell Garcia to look into the similar cases in the area, dating back up to twenty years. And have her concentrate on the ones where the abductors have recently been paroled or never caught. I don't want to risk anything. Since he had broken in and abducted them, he probably isn't too good with social interaction. I will tell her to look for the ones with low-profile jobs."

Danny nodded her head. "My men are looking for any traffic cameras in the area. Maybe he got caught on tape."

#

Frederic Johnson, young tall African American man with short brown hair and brown eyes, looked more ashamed and scared while sitting at the table in the interrogation room, waiting for David to arrive. Once he did, David took a seat opposite to Frederic, who refused to look at him. "Why were you running away?", David asked softly.

Frederic shrugged, looking away.

"We searched your house and found nothing linking you that murders. Your house is pretty small for you to be doing... such things in there."

Nothing.

David took some time to observe him, then leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Something about your black eye?"

Frederic remained silent, just staring at the wall. At first. But after some time, he nodded his head.

"What happened?"

No response.

"You can tell me."

Frederic looked up at him, looking very irritated. "I got into a fight last night. In a bar. I though you came to my place because of that. I know nothing about the murders. Search my room, take me fingerprints, DNA, whatever you need. I had nothing to do with that."

"Where do you usually spend your nights?"

Frederic sighed, blushing a little. "At bars. Clubs. Sometimes my aunt makes me stay at home. I pay with a credit card from time to time. You can check."

"We will."

Frederic shuddered, looking down at the floor again. "I tried. Being a good soldier and all. I really tried. But all that pressure... it was too much. I had a buddy smuggle a drink or two for me. One after lunch at first. Then two. Then three after lunch and one before going to sleep. I started slipping. And before I knew it... it was all over. Ruined."

"I understand", David said, sympathetically.

"You don't", Frederic scoffed, looking away again.

"I do", David said reassuringly. "I was pretty much like you back in the days. But I managed to pull out of that. And I am sure that you can too, if you try. Maybe not be come a soldier, but you can make something out of yourself."

Frederic just stared at him, unable to think of what to say. David pulled out a card from his wallet and handled it to him. "I know some people. Once we let you go-and I have a feeling that will be soon, you should give them a call."

"Thanks", Frederic said, showing the card down his pocket.

David stood up and was about to leave, when he stopped and turned towards the young man.

"Hey", David called, making Frederic look up.

"Cheer up", David said, forming a small smile and making Frederic smile slightly too.

#

Derek walked into the office with a case file in his hand, finding Spencer standing in front of the board, blue prints hanging from it, many smaller copies all over the floor. Spencer's eyes kept flowing from one blue print to another. He would occasionally jump from side to side and write notes, only to go back to his previous actions immediately afterward. He couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him, taking a moment to enjoy in the always extraordinary sight before speaking up.

"Hey, pretty boy!"

Spencer jumped in place, immediately turning to face Derek. "Yeah?", he asked, his facial expression a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Derek held out the case file. "Penelope cross matched that information with the missing persons reports regarding middle aged Caucasian men who had been reported missing during the last two months and found a match. Cindy DuBois, forty two. He went missing a month ago. His wife mentioned him used to having that tattoo and had it removed. We are waiting for DNA confirmation, but it looks like that is him. But Garcia couldn't find anyone connected to him who had been reported missing, dating back two years or more. Unfortunately, it really looks like this unsub is targeting random victims. We've already eliminated Frederic. Garcia found two guys who had received a dishonourable discharge, but they both have an alibi for the week when Cindy had disappeared." He turned his attention to the board. "I see you had been busy."

Spencer immediately stared explaining his conclusions, his voice filled with energy and excitement as usual, his hands flowing all over the face as he gave the summation. "I thought that the killer might have been climbing over the fence, in the back part of the base, on the part where security is rudymental, but that would have been too complicated and time consuming, especially to do so thirty times. I though about the killer maybe making a copy of the needed key somehow, but after finding out that he would need about seven keys and that they had changed keys three times in the last two years, I quickly ruled that out. Upon closer examination of the blue print, I have recovered a small hole somewhere around 45'25"", but after some investigation I found out that it is too small for anyone to sneak inside. I had even considered the possibility of the killer gainting access to the base from the air, via some sort of a helicopter, but the area where the bodies were found is a way too small for landing and it is very unlikely that the security wouldn't have spotted it, especially not thirty times." He took a deep breath. "Long story short, there is no way that the killer is somebody from outside the base. Even if he is, he is at least cooperating with somebody who works there. But the killer is probably an employe."

Derek glared at him. "Spencer, are you sure that you are not... trying too hard? Due to what is happening to Kate?"

Spencer stopped for a moment, clasping his hands together. "Well, my friend is upset and I can't help her", he explained. "I can't talk to her or even work on the case, so I may as well try to bring justice to these victims and find this guy before he kills somebody else."

Derek nodded his head in a sign of an understanding. "Anyway, now you will need Penelope to check has any of the employees lost a spouse or a family member with an amputation shortly before the killings started, has anyone been visiting a psychiatrist or tried having some sort of plastic surgery that failed, has any of them witnessed some sort of a violent crime in their childhood. It will be hard, but it is a good start."

"She is already searching everything about them."

"And judging by the brutality and sophisticated mature of the crime, the killer is probably a man in his early thirties to early fifties. That should narrow it down."