❝What do you think, would not one tiny crime be wiped out by thousands of good deeds?❞

-Fyodor Dostoevsky

Spencer didn't have time to visit the scene. Instead, he ran back to the department, forgetting about the coffees, his mind completely focused on the case.

He pushed open the heavy, glass, entrance doors and made his way over to join JJ, glancing at the files that overspread the table and the new set of photos that had been added to the whiteboard.

"What happened," Spencer panted, slightly out of breath.

"We were wrong about where the unsub would strike next," she replied earnestly, looking towards the wall aimlessly.

Spencer sighed as he pulled out a chair, slowly sitting down and placing his hands thoughtfully on the table.

"Where are the others?" He asked slowly.

"They're at the scene."

"All of them?!"

Almost on cue, the phone began to ring. JJ leapt for it, as if she'd been on edge waiting for it, and instantly put it on speaker.

"Hotch," she said. "You've got me and Reid."

"We've got another body," he announced, stating the obvious. "Male, aged around his late twenties or early thirties. Sheriff's identified him as Tim Tracy."

"Our unsub is definitely sticking to their MO," Prentiss added. "Throat slashed from behind, lacerations to the wrists and stab wounds to the heart post-mortem."

"Victimology still the same?" JJ asked.

"We can officially count this as our second victim who actually suffered from schizophrenia," Rossi confirmed.

"We can also add new information to the profile," Morgan said.

"Like what?" Spencer questioned.

"For staters, we can say that our unsub is involved in police affairs. Why else would they strike three hours early and not at a location we were at?"

"There's another thing," Prentiss added. "This time we have a witness."

The team left the scene fairly quickly after a decent scope, determined to find out more about the tricky unsub they were dealing with.

Spencer watched them enter the building, arms folded, Morgan cradling a young teen under the wing of him arm, steadily directing her to a free table. Spencer could see the horror in her eyes as she shakily sat down, the horrors she'd witnessed only hours before-hand constantly causing her to question her sanity, her view on the world and the people around her.

After double checking that she was alright to be left alone for a moment, stressing that he'd be right around the corner, Morgan made his way over to where Spencer was standing, joining him to asses the state of the young girl.

"Who is she?" Spencer asked, nodding in her direction.

"Charlotte Healey," Morgan replied bluntly. "She had just finished a first aid course when she came outside to see our unsub attack Mr. Tracy."

"She tried to help him," Spencer stated, noticing the blood on her hands. "A shaken med student trying to play hero, yet doing so unsuccessfully."

"Wouldn't you do the same?"

Spencer gave a 'fair-enough' shrug. "Are you going to question her straight away or wait until she calms down a bit?"

"I think I might do it now while it's still fresh in her memory," Morgan replied coolly, already heading towards the witness.

Spencer watched as he cautiously sat down, putting on a soothing tone as he politely introduced himself and explained the process of the interrogation, the girl obligating hesitantly.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in debate of what to do next. In the end, he found himself drifting aimlessly over to JJ.

"Hey," he said, hands in his pockets. "You OK?"

She sniffed before nodding. "It's just annoying when a wrong profile results in the loss of another innocent life."

He nodded in agreement. "The profile was rushed, we didn't have much to go on. It's a simple mistake that ended in horrible consequences."

"Still pains me that we can't save everyone."

The two stood side by side in silence for a moment until Spencer sighed.

"I'm sorry about your coffee," he said softly.

JJ forced a laugh. "It's alright. I think I prefer the the crappy cop coffee anyway."

"If it makes you feel any better I managed to get you that muffin."

She looked wide eyed at the bag Spencer suddenly revealed and held before her, seemingly conjuring it from thin air. She grabbed for it greedily. "Dear Lord, Spencer Reid, you are a life saver!"

He laughed, watching her tear off the wrapper and scoff down the item of food like there was no tomorrow, a contingency in their line of work anyway.

After what seemed like hours, Derek Morgan finally wrapped up the interrogation with the witness and made his way over to a select few group of members of his team.

"What've you found?" Rossi asked, fingering a notebook.

"Well, Charlotte was pretty worked up by all of this," Morgan replied. "So I'm not sure how accurate the description she gave me is."

"It's better than nothing," Prentiss stated, arms folded.

Derek sighed, nodding. "She reckons that our unsub is quite lanky, around the 180 mark for height and is practically anorexic skinny. She didn't get a clear view of their face because they were wearing a hoodie, but she could definitely tell that the attacker was male."

"I reckon we have enough to present a profile," Hotch concluded.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Morgan replied honestly.

"And why's that?"

"Because we basically just profiled one of the members of our team," Rossi interjected, gesturing to a person behind him.

Hotch gazed over to where two of the members of his team were talking, the two of them feel in conversation with one another.

"From what we profiled," Rossi continued, " it makes it sound as though..."

"Our unsub is Reid," Hotch finished.

AN/ Appologies for the length of this chapter - hopefully I'll manage to write the next chapters a little longer :)

Also, thanks for all the follows and nice reviews! :D