4:30 PM

As Reid and Morgan walked up to the first drop site they tried to imagine how the Unsub had placed Dylan there without getting caught. The alley was framed by a large wooden fence and the brick walls of the Lake View and the strip mall next to it.

"She probably did it at night…" Morgan suggested.

"I don't know, most of the shops around here don't open until nine and close before six, after that only the restaurants, bars, and the supermarket four doors down is even open on this street. Which means that from six PM until 9 AM the next morning there wouldn't be much foot traffic, and with the fence dividing the alley it wouldn't be that hard for the Unsub to go unnoticed.

They found a large, blue blanket with rocket ships and stars on it beneath the burial shroud which was still as it was when Dylan had woken up and crawled out of it.

Reid moved the shroud so that it was flat. That's when he saw it. A framed ancient looking painting of a man holding a scroll.

"Morgan, there's something else in here."

"What is it?"

Reid pulled it out slowly and looked at it. It was a medieval painting of a man holding a scroll.

"It…looks like a painting…"

"Of what? A dude holding a scroll?" Morgan asked.

"The style is definitely pre-renaissance… you know what? This is an Icon… we should have Rossi take a look at this, I'm not sure who this is meant to depict but the Unsub has been painstakingly deliberate so far in everything she's done. This saint's identity won't be an accident."

Morgan took a picture of the painting with his cell phone and sent it to Rossi.

Reid was already looking more closely at the area around the crime scene

"Morgan… here it is again back here on the fence…" and there it was, spray painted on the worn wooden fence that closed off the alley from the street behind it.

"Obviously this painting, whoever it's of, is something the Unsub wants us to notice…"

Meanwhile, at Dylan's house…

The Boy was clearly on edge, he was home now but he kept looking around as if he expected someone to pop out of the shadows. His eyes darted every few minutes from one side of the room to the other.

Blake sat across from him in the living room while Rossi stood in front of the front door off to the side.

"Wh-what do you want with me?" Dylan asked.

"It's ok, we're the good guys, we just want to talk to you… we need to know everything you can tell us about the person who took you… so that we can help them stop taking people." Blake said.

"Ook…" Dylan replied. The boy took a deep breath and his fear turned into calm determination.

"Now…can you describe for me…what happened when you were taken?" She asked.

"I was with my parents…we had just finished supper…it was starting to get dark… it was that time where it looks like the whole world is in the shade but there's still light in the sky, you know?"

Blake nodded, "Where were you? Were you at home? Or had you gone out to eat?"

"We went to Becky's…it's by the pottery place… We were leaving… I was falling behind because I was watching a bird I saw…"

"Then what happened?"

"Then…I felt someone grab me from behind… I didn't scream, because it didn't feel like I was being grabbed it was more like I was being hugged from behind. I looked up and I saw a woman in a long, loose black dress."

"Who was the woman? Did you know her? Had you seen her before?"

"No…at least…I don't think so…"

"Can you describe to me what she looked like?" She asked.

The boy nodded.

"She was short… for an adult I mean… she wasn't a kid, I could tell because her voice was too deep… but she was still short enough to pass for one… I don't know what color her hair was, because she wore a scarf over it that matched her dress."

"Ok…can you tell me what her face looked like?"

"No…she had another piece of fabric pinned to the scarf over her hair across her nose and mouth… But I can tell you she was pale…and she had brown eyes…"

"What did she do after she hugged you…?"

"She put a wash cloth over my mouth and held it there… then I fell asleep… When I woke up I was in a house…all the doors and windows were boarded up except for one door that didn't have a window, and it was locked tight…"

"Were you afraid of her?"

"Not really, I just didn't understand… she kept wanting to play with me."

"She played with you?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah, and she gave me food, good food, she let me pick anything I wanted…"

Rossi peered down at his phone and looked at the picture Morgan had sent him from the crime scene, then he went into the other room and called him back.

Back at the drop site….

Morgan's cell phone rang, he answered it.

"Hey Rossi, whatchya got?"

"That painting you found… it's an icon of the Prophet Daniel…"

"As in Daniel and the Lion's Den?" Morgan asked.

"Exactly…"

"Any Idea what it means to our Unsub?" Morgan asked.

"Not yet…"

Six hours later, the team regrouped in the police station. The painting of St. Daniel sat on the table along with the crime scene photos and the Chotki.

"So what do we know?" Hotch asked.

"We know that this Unsub chooses her victims according to a very specific type and that there's no sexual component here…which means that these victims must represent somebody she knows, given the fact that when she lets her victims go it's in a highly ritualistic way, almost as if she's burying them; it's probably someone she lost…"

"She could be a mother, maybe she had a son and lost him around the age the victims are now…" JJ said.

"I doubt that…" Blake said. "When I interviewed Dylan he described the Unsub as young, an adult but definitely younger than his mother. I'd say that more likely the Unsub's loss was that of a friend or a sibling…"

"It's rare though, for an Unsub in their early twenties to be this organized… should we be lookin at juvenile records?" Morgan asked.

"I don't think so Morgan, this Unsub has made a point to be non-violent to her victims… she knocks them out with chlorophorm of all things, she contains but doesn't harm them at all, while she has them…" Hotch said.

"Dylan said she even fed and played with him…" Blake added.

"Exactly… she's obviously intelligent, these abductions are sophisticated and well planned but I don't think that comes from past criminal experience. It's as if she's acting on pure desperation but she's still level headed enough to do a good job of it." Reid said.

"Did we get anything else from the painting you found? Were there any messages left on it?" Hotch asked.

"I was so confused by the painting itself that I forgot to look…" Morgan said apologetically.

He picked up the painting and took a closer look.

"Guys… there's something written on the back of here."

"What does it say?" Reid asked. Morgan handed the painting to JJ who was sitting closer to Reid.

"It says: "The Just man, though he may die early, shall be at rest. For the age that is honorable comes not with the passing of time, nor can it be measured in terms of years."

Reid jumped up and wrote those words on the glass board.

"What does it mean…?"

"Guy's this is from the bible…more specifically from the Deuterocanonical Old Testament. Protestants reject these books because they were never part of the Jewish canon and the Jews never accepted them because they thought the text held too closely to Christian Ideals… this text is from Wisdom of Solomon chapter four verses seven and eight…"

"What does all this tell us about the Unsub?" Hotch asked.

"Well the Unsub has obviously suffered a traumatic loss, likely the death of a boy who resembled the victims in age and appearance. Whoever that was, he and/or our Unsub probably comes from a religious background, definitely Christian, most likely Catholic or Orthodox…"

"And that she's meticulous about hiding her identity and yet is utterly non-violent towards her victims, to the point where she releases them alive."

"Guys I think I know what the Unsub is trying to do here!" Reid exclaimed.

"What?"

"We know that she lost someone… I think she's trying to re-enact his funeral! She thinks she didn't get to say goodbye the way that she needed to and that's probably true, but she also feels like he's been forgotten… this, all of it… is her desperate attempt at closure… every clue she's left us was intentional because she WANTS us to know who she lost."

"So if we find the boy these victims represent we should be able to find the Unsub." Blake said.

"Exactly."

"We can start fresh on that in the morning. It's late and we won't do these kids any good if we're too exhausted to concentrate." Hotch said.