Thanks to W.S.C. Magica De Spell, sally94, PinkHimeLacus, WallofWeird, morgo7kc, and Fnuggi for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own this, never have, never will .

The next morning the profilers all assembled in the conference room. All the CSIs were there, along with some local law enforcement and even a few lab techs. Hotch got right to work. "We believe we are working with a killing team," he announced.

"Our first unsub is the killer, he's the one who performs the actual act of murder. He's what we classify as a disorganized killer. He most likely is between the ages of 20-30, he's young and fit and these murders were not hard for him." Morgan added.

"Normally disorganized killers leave evidence, that's where the second unsub comes into play. We believe he chooses the victims and cleans up after the kill," Prentiss told the officers.

"He also most likely leaves the note," Reid interjected.

"The first unsub most likely recently got released from a mental institution, otherwise he would have started killing long before this," Rossi stated.

"Why do you say mental institution?" Sara asked, clearly criticizing them but at the same time curious.

"While it is true that only about 10 percent of serial killers are psychotic we still think the first unsub is not stable. The second unsub is manipulative, he makes the first unsub do whatever he wants him to do. This suggests the first unsub isn't very smart, someone like this would not have survived very well without being taken care of. Also someone with this much anger most likely would have killed before," Reid rambled, going into lecture mode.

"The first unsub is the key to finding them," Hotch said, drawing the attention back to himself. "The second unsub is way to organized to leave any evidence behind. He's most likely older, anywhere between the ages of 30-40," Two phones suddenly rang; Grissom and Prentiss both got up and left. "He's smart, most likely went to college. He feels he is superior to us; he's taunting us by leaving the note. Any questions?"

"What about the race of the unsubs?" Nick asked, adopting the term easily.

"It's impossible to tell because they're killing victims of all races, however statistics show they are most likely Caucasian," Reid answered.

Grissom came back into the room. "We got another body, Scott Allen, 31 years old, originally from South Carolina," he announced.

Seeing that Prentiss had reentered the room Hotch gave instructions to his team, first asking about the phone call. "What was that about?"

"One of the neighbors I went to interview said she remembers a van, a navy blue van on the street before the murder," she responded.

"Alright, Prentiss come with me to the scene, JJ call the press, tell them to prepare for a press conference tomorrow, Morgan call Garcia, find out what she can tell us about the new victim and the van." Everyone went to do their assigned tasks as he left with Prentiss, Grissom, and Catherine.

Reid added the new name onto his list. Then he realized something.

S imon Jones - S outh Dakota

M ary Johnson - M issouri

T eresa Jude - T ennessee

W hitney Jefferson - W isconsin

T errance Abbott - T ennessee

F rancisco Agosto - F lorida

S cott Allen - S outh Carolina

Each of the victims first names began with the same letter as the first letter in each of the states they were originally from. Looking down the list he realized another thing. Simon Jones was killed on a Sunday in July, Mary Johnson a Monday in July and so on and so forth. Each of the first names not only corresponded to the place of birth but also to the days of the week. The last names changed to A when the month of August began. This was it, he thought excitedly! Then he called Hotch.

Morgan picked up his phone and dialed a number he had memorized long ago.

"Information Super Highway," came the reply as the phone stopped ringing.

"Hey Baby Girl," Morgan responded, "I need you to check for patients of mental institutions that were recently released."

"Honey this is Vegas, that's a lot of people."

"He was most likely put there after an act of supreme aggression, he probably attacked someone. He was probably involuntarily committed."

"That narrows it down but I still have a lot of names."

"One of the neighbors saw a navy blue van, do any patients have or a related to someone who owns a van?"

"That helps but there are still too many to look through."

"Thanks baby, I'll call you when we have more information."

"Anything for you sugar."

In the SUV Grissom was driving, Hotch was in the passenger seat, and Catherine and Prentiss were in the back. The ride to the crime scene was quiet, each thinking about the killer. Eventually they reached their destination. Grissom and Hotch walked to the backyard while Catherine and Prentiss walked to the neighbor's house. One pair got lucky while the other was not.

Grissom and Hotch walked back to the SUV to find the other pair already waiting there. "Did you find anything?" Catherine questioned.

"No, no evidence of any kind," Grissom responded.

"Did you learn anything?" Hotch asked, returning the question.

"Yeah, the neighbor says she saw the van, got a partial plate," Prentiss told her boss.

"Good," he responded as they piled back into the SUV. After a while his phone rang. "Hotchner," he answered. "Good job Reid," he said, obviously responding to what the person on the other end of the line said. "Reid found a connection between the victims," he told the clueless people in the car, "something to do with their names."

He watched as they stepped out of the SUV. He had to admit, they were smart. But of course, they weren't as smart as him. They had no idea why he was even doing this, how clueless they were.

Remember please review!