A/N: I got writer's block and I seriously didn't know know how to write this chapter but I pushed myself and succeeded! The case will be finished in the next chapter as I want to keep the chapters a consistent length, if not just for this case.

Also thanks for all the favorites and follows, guys! It really means a lot to me knowing that there are people that actually enjoy reading what I write! Here are the honorable mentions of whom followed and/or favorited this story: Em-x. everlasting, KarolRodrigues, Missteag, PrincessNight, ashbandicoot, landrycole, mlr96, and patheticpisces!

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Chapter 4: Case #1 Part 3

After speaking with Ivan Braginski, JJ gave her condolences and business card and headed out to the car. She checked her watch and headed over to Angleterre, the French restaurant where Francis Bonnefoy worked. She headed inside and took in her surroundings. Angleterre was soothing, from the soft brown walls that held colorless photos of famous French musicians and actors from history to the slow traditional European music. The lighting was low giving a romantic and private ambience and each clothed round table held candles for added sensuality. All the customers were dressed nicely, men in suits and women in elegant dresses and many were drinking red wine. There was a young woman working at the front podium with the name tag 'Lucille'. She had her long grey-brown hair braided and laying on her left shoulder, a red bow on the left side of her head, blue eyes, and small spectacles. JJ discreetly opened her FBI badge to Lucille and asked her to escort her to Francis Bonnefoy.

"Luckily you showed up during his break." Lucille said as she guided JJ to the back kitchen, "I hope he isn't in trouble. He's a really nice man Ms. Jareau. He's gone through some troubling times lately, but he never forgets to be kind to those around him."

"He isn't in any trouble." JJ assured as they headed out the back door and into a small brick alleyway. A middle aged blonde man with stubble and sad blue eyes was smoking and staring blankly off into the distance, looking like he was contemplating the meaning of life. Maybe he was.

"Francis. An FBI agent is here to see you." Lucille said gently, causing Francis to look up at her and JJ with wide eyes. He quickly threw his cigarette to the ground and squished it with his shoe. Lucille left the two to privacy and headed back inside. Francis crossed his arms and looked at the blonde agent with worried eyes.

"This is about my baby Madeline, oui?" He asked. JJ nodded her head and used a sympathetic voice to convey sensitivity.

"Mr. Bonnefoy, I'm Agent Jareau from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I know this is hard for you, but I think your daughter has something to do with the case we are currently working on." JJ explained, "I believe your daughter was murdered by a man and woman who are abducting and strangling others from the club that Madeline was found at the night of her death. My team and I are rushing to find the two before they abduct someone again tonight."

Francis nodded and rubbed a hand over his face."I didn't want to believe she would commit suicide. We didn't have the best family situation but we were financially set and she seemed so happy. She was shy and didn't have many friends but the ones she did have she was very close to. If she was unhappy, then I can only think of one thing that might have caused her to hang herself." He explained, unshed tears forming in his eyes.

"She wasn't upset that she didn't have a mother?"

Francis rubbed at his eyes, "She never complained. I was once married, and my husband, Arthur, and I raised her together. But we had split up six months ago due to personal issues. We'd hardly see eye to eye anymore and we always fought, sometimes even in front of the kids. I didn't want Madeline to see that so we divorced and he took the twins while I kept Madeline. I allowed the twins to stay with Arthur because they were the closest to him than with me. However, we would take turns dropping our kids off to my and his house so they would still be able to see each other. They also went to the same high school."

"Was there anyone that you know that may have had a grudge against Madeline? Someone who you think is capable of doing this to her?"

Francis looked mortified at the suggestion, "Non, no one I can think of! She was a sweet girl who kept to herself most of the time. She volunteered at the homeless shelter and made everyone smile even if she wasn't trying, which was most of the time, and she didn't even notice she was doing it. She usually wouldn't go to a nightclub but she was out celebrating her acceptance into Harvard with two of her friends."

"Maybe one of them saw who was with her that night." JJ suggested, grabbing her notepad and pen, "Can you tell me the name of the friends?"

Francis tried to recollect his memory for a moment, "There was one female and one male. The man's name was Gilbert Beilschmidt and the female was named Elizabeta Hedervary." JJ wrote the names down and thanked Bonnefoy for his time. She gave him her business card and was about to leave when he stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder and pleading eyes. "Please, just bring in whoever did this to her. I cannot sleep knowing that those monsters are still out there hurting others. I want Madeline to rest in peace in heaven."

"We are trying our best Mr. Bonnefoy. I assure you, we will find whoever did this to her."

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A little over an hour later at 4:45 p.m., Reid and Townshend headed into the station finding Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ already sitting at the round table discussing what they found. The window was still open and the breeze had cooled the room down. Sarah rubbed her arms together, thankful that she decided to wear a sweater that day.

"What did you guys find?" Prentiss asked, twirling the pen she was holding around her fingers.

Reid headed towards the evidence board and began writing down their findings as Townshend sat down near Prentiss, "A screw was found in Natalia's hair. I sent it to Garcia who is analyzing it now for potential fingerprints." Reid answered.

"Natalia was the most bruised up compared to the other two victims." Sarah explained, looking worried, "Unsub #2 was definitely angry towards her. I'm guessing she didn't return his feelings at one point or he believed that they had a relationship when really she didn't even like him or knew he existed. The coroner also found Rohypnol in Mathias but not in the female victims."

"The female Unsub didn't care if the male victim was conscious when she strangled him." Everyone turned to Hotch as he walked into the room, "However for the female victims, she needed them to know they were dying."

"She wanted the female victims to know the pain she herself was feeling." Sarah concluded after him. Hotch walked over to Reid and crossed his arms, studying the board. Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ had written their findings on it before Reid and Townshend arrived. The name Gilbert Beilschmidt was sprawled on the board and circled, a line from the circle was connected to another circle with the title 'Unsub #1'. Under the name was a picture of a young man with white blonde hair and reddish eyes. Some distinguishable features he had was a smirk and his obvious albinism. He was definitely attractive and well built, maybe from playing a sport. Two other names were written near Gilbert's: Madeline Bonnefoy and Elizabeta Hedervary, both Gilbert and Elizabeta were squared off and labeled 'Madeline Bonnefoy's friends'. On the other side of the board were the pictures of the victims before and after they were diseased, and notes on the Unsubs. Hotch began writing down what he found at the dumpsite: the bodies were dumped without being covered in any of the surrounding leaves, meaning the Unsubs were in a hurry or they didn't care if the bodies were found. They were all dumped at approximately 2:40 to 3:00 in the morning, the day after they were kidnapped.

"Madeline Bonnefoy died at the same club two months ago," JJ began, "She was found hanging in the bathroom with the rope that was used to hang the bathroom pictures up. The cops wrote it off as a suicide but her father, Francis Bonnefoy, said she never displayed any symptoms of suicidal ideation." Sarah scrunched up her nose, "She was also accepted into Harvard and was out at the club celebrating with her friends. She was the type of girl who wouldn't go out to a night club otherwise. I got the names of who she was with at the club at the time, at least the ones Bonnefoy knew was with her. There were only two, Gilbert Beilschmidt and Elizabeta Hedevary."

"So she could have been a test run. The first victim." Morgan concluded, "Her two friends could be the Unsubs."

Aaron turned to the team with his arms crossed, "Either way, the Unsubs should be around 21 to 30. Both white. The male is attractive and a charmer and feels power when he seduces these men and women. He is most likely heterosexual, but he doesn't care about gender because he gets whoever the female Unsub chooses. The female opened this world to him, so he respects her and puts her needs above his own. He may not even realize he is doing this, but we can use this to our advantage. The female Unsub will most likely choose a female victim tonight as two out of the three victims were female. We need to get some club wear for when we go undercover at the nightclub." At that, Sarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking around with a silent question. Prentiss noticed this and turned to her.

"When we get called in for a case that requires a group to go undercover, we are usually the ones that do it. We are the only ones who know exactly who to look for." She explained, "We still give a profile for the cops but having too many undercover cops might blow our cover. If we need to have cops with us, we employ as few as possible."

"Oh." Sarah answered lamely, pink tinting her cheeks. Not knowing something that everyone else did made her feel incompetent and embarrassed. She was usually the one in high school who knew something that no one else did, but she was also the one who didn't like to speak up even if she knew the right answer. In college, she learned to speak up a little more, as it was required in a job where you needed to juggle ideas with your team to catch serial killers.

It took everyone thirty more minutes to complete the profile and the team decided to head out for a quick lunch at a nearby sandwich joint. Everyone sat in a big booth, Sarah feeling completely out of place. Most of the team made conversation besides Hotch and Sarah, Hotchner keeping quiet as a choice and Sarah not being able to come up with anything worthwhile to say. As Morgan and Prentiss told jokes, she would smile and laugh but quickly wipe the expression off her face when she could. She listened to Reid ramble about random statistics and facts on the discovery of fire and pouted when Emily or Morgan interupted him. As they were eating their sandwiches, what-if scenarios ran through Sarah's mind making her feel sick. She feigned nonchalance on her face but under the table she rang her hands together in her lap and twirled her purple rubber band around her wrist with her finger. She barely ate. When they arrived at the hotel they were assigned to stay in, Prentiss and JJ decided to room together and Morgan and Reid paired up, leaving Sarah to room with Hotch. Before she walked through the doors of the BAU bullpen for the first time she knew that the older profilers would intimidate her, but Hotch intimidated her the most with his silent, strong demeanor, his no nonsense professionalism, and his experience and years in profiling and in the field. She imagined he would make a very frightening and creepy Unsub.

Hotch headed to the bathroom while the young agent dropped her go bag on the bed furthest away from the door. She took off her shoes before settling on the bed with her back to the headboard and crossed her legs. She took out her sketchpad and began to draw to calm her nerves. Hotchner walked out of the bathroom, his jacket off and tie undone in his hand. Sarah glanced at him and blushed. He was very handsome, especially in a suit, but she would keep a level head. Fraternization wasn't really allowed in the BAU, even if Penelope and Kevin were together. Besides, she wasn't the type to date or initiate a relationship be it romantic or friendship and preferred to binge watch anime and tv shows or read. Yes, she did have a few friends like Ashley Seaver from the FBI Academy or Sherlock, her friend from high school, but she chose to keep to herself. A knock was heard at the door and the Unit Chief opened it. A police officer from the station handed over two plastic bags and left.

"Sir?" Sarah asked in curiosity. He walked over to her, the relaxed expression on his face a far cry from his usual glare and handed over one of the bags.

"Clothes for the club." He answered, raising his eyebrows making him look generally sincere, "And please you can call me Hotch. Everyone on the team calls me by my nickname and you're part of the team now." Sarah nodded and looked down, her hair falling in front of her face. She turned her attention to the plastic bag.

"Sir, I'd prefer it if I was allowed to just call you Sir for now. I don't really like nicknames." She explained, daring not to look up as she looked at the clothes she would be wearing.

He hummed in acknowledgement and sat on his bed, "That's fine by me. We're going to change here before we head to the club and bug ourselves with hidden microphones to communicate with each other. Some of the agents will carry a hidden gun, but it depends how revealing the outfits are. If the Unsubs see a gun, they will immediately know something is up and leave." He explained to the newbie, thinking about Elle Greenaway on the rapist case.

Sarah looked at him but he wasn't looking at her. She could see that he was remembering something from the past that pained him to recollect. She saw the lack of a wedding ring on his finger despite the indentation revealing there used to be one for a long time. She suspected the two cases weren't related, but it was still interesting to deduce. She remembered the lack of a family picture on his office desk, but there was one frame and it was the picture of a young blonde boy, probably no more than eight years old. She turned away, feeling guilty that she just profiled her boss. She picked up her sketchpad and continued to draw, trying to keep the guilt and worriness within herself at bay, hoping he didn't catch her.

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It was almost 10:00 p.m. as the team was setting up in one of the private backrooms of the club. Emily looked attractive in the classic short, tight black dress while JJ's dress was flowy and dark blue, Emily's shoulders were exposed while JJ's was covered in flowy short sleeves. Reid donned a soft brown blazer over a white dress shirt and black trousers with suspenders. Hotchner wore a low cut shirt that showed off his collar bone with a leather jacket and tight pants. On Morgan was something similar; a tight black shirt, a leather jacket, and pants. The women would keep their guns in purses while the men would carry theirs in the inside pockets of their jackets. Townshend had put on a loose, short-sleeved shirt tucked into a purple skirt with suspenders that reached mid thigh, nude thigh highs, and white shoes. Her gun issued by Erin Strauss was in the satchel purse she had over her small chest. Emily was attaching a hidden microphone in the inside of Townshend's shirt, which everyone else had already done, and giving her advice. Outside the club was a hidden police van that would be recording potential evidence that could be used against the Unsub if they were encountered. The team was discussing where they would be in the club and when they would meet up with each other.

"Look out for a man who will most likely be approaching women but do not rule out him approaching men. Ask around if anyone has seen or has been propositioned by someone who fits the profile of the second Unsub." Hotch reminded everyone, "Remember if the male Unsub approaches you, do not mention that you are with a group. Only as a last resort, get him to escort you out of the club. If he heads for a car with a woman at the wheel, call for backup immediately."

After everyone was ready Morgan opened the door.

The beating techno music was so loud the nightclub floor was thumping in sync with the beat as the flashing multicolored rays of light were slicing through the darkness of the club, bouncing off the team and club members. The place was crowded with loud, scantily clad, and sweaty young adults. Most were at the dance floor or walking around trying to hook up with strangers. Those who came with friends sat at the lounges, some were alone at the bar drinking, and even more were up on the second floor and cat walk. The older team members radiated calmness and composure as they splitted up to their posts. Morgan headed to the dance floor, Reid walked to the lounges, JJ to the bar, Emily went up the stairs to the second floor, and Hotch climbed up to the second floor cat walk above everyone. Sarah felt her pulse race like a hummingbird and her throat tighten. She took a deep breath and tried to calmly walk around and through the crowds of people, pretending that she was looking for a stranger to hook up with. She glanced at Morgan and saw him dancing with a couple female strangers while he scanned the area. She walked in a zig zag line as she was bumped back and forth as she tried to navigate through the crowd, checking for anyone who might fit the profile. She turned around to check on Reid when suddenly she was unable to breath or see. She jumped back and realized she had just face planted into a man's, no less a complete stranger's, chest.

"Hey, watch where you're heading sweety."

She blushed and glanced up at the man's face to apologize but did a double take. She stared at the man's red eyes and signature smirk and realized it was Gilbert Beilschmidt, one of Madeline's friends and the team's main suspect. Sarah immediately glanced away and berated herself for being obvious.

"I'm sorry. I'm just looking for someone like everyone else." She explained, trying to act non-suspicious. The man chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, Hotchner watching from atop the cat walk.

"I think I can remedy that. Come on, you can repay me by letting me buy you a drink." The albino began guiding Sarah to the bar where JJ was talking to the bar manager, a short Japanese man with a name tag reading Kiku Honda, "Y'know, I'm a descendant of the great Prussians. The country doesn't exist anymore but there's a place in Canada named New Prussia."

"Um, I don't really drink." Sarah turned around stopping him and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to look him in the eyes, "How about we find another girl and hit the streets. You, me, her, and the kitchen table." That caused Gilbert to smirk and grab Sarah's waist.

"Kesesese, you're a kinky one! But maybe some other time. I'd rather just hang out with you here and get your number." He wasn't the Unsub then. He would have taken the chance but Gilbert didn't. Sarah rocked against the heels of her feet and dropped her arms to her side.

"You don't need it. I'm going to be seeing you around later." She lied, and briskly walked off before he can start up another conversation. She could hear him shouting behind her but he was suddenly swept away by the crowd. Reid played magic tricks with the ladies at the lounge while questioning them and Emily began chatting with a random guy. Hotch walked to the other end of the catwalk as Emily walked on and subtly stopped near him.

"Every man I've talked to so far hasn't fit the profile." She relayed, "JJ is still talking to the barman."

"Gilbert Beilschmidt just propositioned Townshend. He's not the Unsub." Hotch answered back, trusting Prentiss's and Townshend's judgement. The Unit Chief began watching Reid who glanced up at him and shook his head. Spencer turned away to look at Morgan who nodded his head in reply, and Reid left the lounges. Morgan grabbed his waist when Reid approached and began dancing with him, leaning close. He whispered something in his ear, looking over Reid's shoulder.

Sarah was heading towards the bar to check up on JJ when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. She felt someone's eyes following her as she continued walking. She reached the bar and sat down at a stool and a couple seconds later a man sat on the stool next to hers. He was handsome, with a single cowlick sticking up from his wheat blonde hair and glasses framing his blue eyes. His voice sounded gentle as he ordered a drink from the barman.

"I heard you were looking for a good time." The young brunette almost jumped as he directed his attention to her. She turned to him and noticed that he was considerably taller and stronger than she was. He sipped his drink and ruffled his hair, "I got a girl with me looking for the same thing. Wanna join?" The man reached his hand under the bar and slid his hand up her thigh, getting dangerously close to the edge of the skirt. If it was any other moment, Sarah would've slapped his hand off her but instead she grabbed it and stood up. Her and JJ shared a look, Sarah silently telling her to inform everyone else as the man wrapped his arm around her waist and began walking her away. JJ stood up and hurried over to Reid and Morgan while Hotch, who already witnessed the confrontation, was heading over to Prentiss.

The blonde man was walking towards the entrance doors when he suddenly changed direction and began heading towards the back of the club.

"Aren't we supposed to be leaving?" Sarah asked, trying to hide the nervousness from seeping into her voice. The man smirked down at her and shivers ran down her spine.

"No. We're going out the back. Much quicker for where we're going." He explained. Sarah glanced behind her and wondered where the hell her team mates were. They exited through the back and the cold weather engulfed her body, causing her to shiver from a combination of a lack of body heat and fear. She saw a van with a blonde female at the driver's seat, who turned at the sound of the door closing. The predatory face she made as her gaze flickered over Sarah's body had Sarah shaking harder. The man suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, hard enough to bruise and began carrying her to the van.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Let go of me!" Sarah yelled, trying to unhook his hand from her waist by punching and scratching at his arms. She tried to scream for help but the man covered her mouth with his other arm. Her satchel was dangling too low for her to attempt to grab at her gun. The man threw Sarah hard into the back of the van, causing her to lose her breath as she landed on her stomach. Too quickly, the man jumped in after her and shut the doors. Sarah felt the van begin to rumble as they drove off down the street, away from the worried shouts of her team members that could be heard from the front of the club.

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References:
Of course, everyone who isn't in Criminal Minds is from the anime Hetalia Axis Powers.
The restaurant that Francis works at is named "Angleterre", meaning "England" in French. In Hetalia, Francis Bonnefoy is France while Arthur Kirkland is England and in fanfiction, France calls England by this nickname a lot. This just shows the love that they had/have for each other.