A/N: I Am So Sorry It Has Taken Me Forever To Update. Work And School Have Been Hectic. Thanks For The Reviews! Please Enjoy This Chapter And As Always Please R&R! ^.^

Over the next few days, everything was normal. Well, normal for the BAU team. The three girls spent most of their down time trying to come up with a plan to figure out if Garcia's 'Spider Man' was Hotch or giggling every time they saw Morgan or Reid. The three girls were in the break room talking when Hotch walked in.

"We have a case. Conference room in ten minutes." He said and walked out of the room. The girls wasted no time as they stood up and headed for the conference room. Reid and Morgan were sitting at the table and Hotch and Rossi were standing by the screen talking. When the girls walked into the room and sat down, Rossi followed suit as Hotch debriefed the team.

"There's a serial killer in California. Three already dead. No sexual assault." Hotch said.

"Cause of death?" Prentiss asked.

"They drowned."

"But they were found in local parks, out in the open, meaning they were left there." Rossi added. Hotch nodded as he clicked the remote and pictures of the victims appeared on the screen.

"The police department has no ids for the victims and no leads. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said and walked out of the room. The team gathered their files in front of them.

"Hm…" Reid thought out loud.

"What's on your mind pretty boy?" Morgan asked.

"This seems very familiar. The victims, the crime scene, the town, everything." Reid ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

"Maybe it's a copy cat?" JJ offered. Reid shrugged his shoulders. Rossi checked his watch.

"We need to hurry guys." Rossi said and left the room. The rest of the team followed him out. All except Garcia grabbed their go bags from their desks and headed towards the elevators. The girls paused before entering the elevator.

"Guess this puts our planning on hold." JJ sighed. Garcia hugged them both.

"Go my pretties. Be safe." Garcia said and waved as the elevator doors closed on her two friends, leaving Garcia alone walking back to her office.

"What do you mean there's no crime scene?" JJ asked, pulling into the local police station with Hotch at the wheel and Reid in the back seat.

"I mean what I said. This place is clean. There's no crime scene." Morgan spoke into the phone, obviously pissed.

"Hold on, we're pulling into the station now. I'll call you back when we have the correct location." JJ said as they both hung up. The three agents exited the SUV and walked into the station.

"Can I help you?" An officer asked them.

"Yeah," Hotch outstretched his hand. "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner. This is Agents Jennifer Jareau and Spencer Reid. We're from the Behavioral Analyst Unit of the FBI."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm officer Bartrum." He shook their hands, except for Reid. Reid just waved and stayed behind JJ a tad bit. "Now what can I help you with? Why are you here?" The agents exchanged quick, confused glances.

"We were called in. Don't you have a serial killer?" Hotch asked. Officer Bartrum shook his head.

"Well, I'm sorry but there's no one killing here. There must've been a mix-up." They were all silent out of confusion for a moment before Reid pulled the file from his messenger bag and handed it to officer Bartrum. The officer looked over the file and shook his head again. "Nope, this ain't us. I mean, I recognize the locations but this hasn't happened." He said, handing the file to Hotch.

"Wait a sec" Reid said, pulling his cell and laptop out of his bag. He dialed number two on his speed dial.

"You have reached the den of the almighty goddess. Speak mortal and have your wish granted." Garcia's cheery voice was heard on the other end of the line. Reid clicked the speaker button. "Garcia it's Reid I-"

"Aww, how's my puppy doing?" Garcia cut Reid off. He cleared his throat.

"I need you to run a search on an old case. Long beach, California, eight years ago, same victimology as our current case."

"You think the UNSUB has been doing this for that long?" She asked, typing away.

"No, just search and see what comes up." JJ, Hotch, and officer Bartrum looked at Reid.

"Reid, what are you-" Hotch began to ask but was cut off.

"Got it" Garcia said "Oh my…Reid, am I seeing things or is that-"

"Yeah, can you send it to my laptop?"

"Already sent."

"Thanks Garcia." Reid hung up the phone and brought up the files she sent him. The other three crowded around him to get a better look. JJ gasped.

"Are they?" She asked and Reid nodded.

"Yes, it's the same. Not victimology, same victims. I told Morgan back at Quantico that the case seemed familiar to me. Now I know why. It's an old case." Reid spoke a mile a minute. Hotch ran a hand over his face and stretched out his hand towards officer Bartrum as Reid gathered his laptop.

"You weren't at the BAU when this case happened though." JJ asked.

"In my free time I like to familiarize myself with old cases. You never when it may come in handy, like now." Reid said, running a hand through his hair and giving JJ a nervous smile. Hotch sighed.

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time." Hotch said, obvious annoyance in his voice. Officer Bartrum shook his hand.

"No worries. Have a safe flight back." The three agents left the station and climbed into the black SUV. JJ called Morgan and told him what happened.

"The case was fake?" Garcia asked. Morgan sighed.

"Not fake, it actually happened. Just eight years ago. The guy was caught and he's in jail." Morgan said getting out of the SUV and walked towards the jet.

"So what now?"

"We take the long flight home."

"Ok, I'll see you when you get back. Be safe hot stuff."

"You too baby girl. Love you."

"Love you too." Morgan hung up and boarded the plane. The flight was normal for the most part. Prentiss, JJ, Reid, and Morgan played cards while Hotch and Rossi talked.

"How could this have happened? Aren't we supposed to have someone make sure there's actually a case before sending us to the other side of the country?" Hotch asked Rossi. Rossi shrugged his shoulders.

"We are but maybe there was a mistake somewhere." Rossi offered.

"How do you mistake a case that happened eight years ago for a current one?" Rossi shrugged again. Hotch sighed. "I have a bad feeling about this. This wasn't just a regular mistake. Someone did this on purpose."

"Why would someone do that?" Rossi asked.

"I don't know." Hotch said quietly. The flight back wasn't that long, only about four hours. They were all joking a little but you could tell everyone was annoyed. They were sent to the other side of the country for no reason. All they wanted was to get home and Hotch just couldn't help the bad feeling he had in his gut. He had to call her, just to make sure she was ok…

After getting off the phone with Morgan, Garcia gathered her things and headed home for the night. She got home and walked up the steps to her semi-new apartment building. She moved here a few months ago after Battle had shot her. She opened her door and placed her purse on the little table next to the door. She flipped the light on, bathing the living room in light. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. She felt a shiver go down her spine and she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. But that was silly; she was alone in her apartment. She shrugged and heard her cell phone ringing. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her dress and was about to answer it when she felt a sharp, white-hot pain on the back of her head then everything went black.

A/N: What, Did You Think This Fic Was Going To Be Pure Fluff? Anywayz, I Hope You Enjoyed This Chapter And The Little Twist I Put In. Please Review So I Know What You Guys Think! ^.^

~Bibi