A/N: I don't own any of the Criminal Minds characters and I am not making any money from writing this.

Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.

It was close to twelve pm. Jenny sat down on the bed in a small room, looking at the turned off TV near by. Kyle took one more look through the window before pulling the curtains on. He then observed Heather for some time. She had been sleeping in a child stroller placed in the corner.

"I have parked the car a block away", he reasoned. "Put on the licence plates taken from a junk yard. There aren't any securities cameras around. And the only thing the recepcionist paid more than a moment of attention to was our money. We'll be safe." He sighed and took one more look at Heather. "About her..."

Jenny stood up and walked over to him. "Baby, she's sleeping."

Kyle smiled slightly, nodding his head. "Yeah."

Jenny let out a chuckle and Kyle moved his hand up to gently stroke her hair as he looked at her lovingly. She blushed, then took a step closer. He didn't move away.

In the next moment, she kissed him. He moaned slightly, his demeanor growing rigid. Then she kissed him back, with more passion.

"It's a sin, Jenny", Kyle whispered, but he could help but inhale her scent.

Jenny shuddered. "I'm afraid, Kyle", she whispered. He put his hands on her hips and looked her in the eyes. "I need you." She kissed him again, with much force, licking the underside of his lower lip with her tongue. Kyle sighed and gently pulled away, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He licked his lips before crashing his lips against Jenny's, their hot breaths mixing together as his hands slowly moved up her T-shirt.

#

JJ was pacing around the small living space near the small forest outside of Philadelphia, remaining close to Derek, who was going through some papers. She was talking to Spencer on the phone. "We are searching the summer house owned by Kyle's younger brother, Jake", she informed him. "He is on a vacation in Miami right now, but there are signs of breaking in and there are some red human hairs on the basement floor. Maybe that is where they murdered Chuck and were hiding for a while." She examined the few valuables inside the summer house. "We are looking for something that may point us to their current location. They couldn't have stolen much from here though."

She ended the call and shoved the phone down her pocket. She then walked over to Derek, the documents in his hands having caught her attention.

"Everything OK with Henry?", he suddenly asked, looking up.

JJ shivered, but didn't look hesitant. "He started going to the child therapist. He will be OK", she said silently, trying to concentrate on the papers.

"Maybe you should have Spencer talk to him", Derek suggested.

JJ chuckled. "I will. He have offered to do us. We are treading lightly now." "Also, I'll have to go on a maternity leave soon, so I will be spending more time with him."

"That's good."

#

Spencer couldn't help but feel discomfort while talking to Jenny's aunt and uncle, Lyle and Anne Sayer. He was sitting on the living room couch , opposite to them who were sitting on the sofa. David was sitting next to Spencer, occasionally giving him encouraging glances but obviously feeling a discomfort of his own too. Lyle held Anne's hand tightly when she wiped her tears eyes.

"We know Jenny", she whispered. "She is not a killer."

Spencer tapped with his foot and looked around. "We can't know for sure is she taking parts in all of this volounterily, ma'am, but I am afraid that we have an overwhelming amount of evidence pointing to her involvement."

Jenny shuddered, looking down at the floor. "Oh My God..."

A short silence ensued. David squirmed on the couch. "Did she ever display any violent traits when growing up?", he asked. "Or radical beliefs?"

"No!", Lyle cried, sounding almost shocked at such question being thrown his way. "Jenny would accept all people the way they were. She didn't hate anyone."

Jenny suddenly looked up, a shadow of hope in her eyes. "I've seen... people making that... media pleas in such situations. Maybe we can do the same. Maybe that will... help her."

"When was the last time you had a contact with her", David asked, listening carefully.

"Did you know that she had a boyfriend?", Spencer asked, looking Lyle in the eyes.

Lyle smiled slightly. "Yes. Kyle. She would speak about him often. We met a few times. He seemed nice." He cringed. "I guess I should put the emphasis on "seemed"."

A look on Anne's face was desperate. "Please find her", she pleaded. "Whatever she has done, I'm sure she can redeem herself. She is not evil. We know that."

#

Savannah took a deep breath before clenching her fist and knocking at Rita's house door. Rita lived in a nice suburban house and there was, at first, nothing to suggest that something suspicious had been happening. Still, she had her doubts.

Soon, a confused looking middle aged man opened the door. He observed her for some time like he was trying to remember her from somewhere, he couldn't. Eventually, he just said: "Hello."

"Hello", Savannah repeated politely. "I'm Rita's doctor, Savannah Hayes." They shook hands. "I just wanted to make sure that she is doing OK. I take it you are her father?"

The man frowned. "Yes... but she's not in here right now, she has gone to see some friends. Do you want me to call her?"

Savannah shivered, then took a moment to consider a propostion. "Oh, don't bother. I'n sure she's doing fine."

#

That afternoon, after lunch, Spencer sat at the desk in his office and looked around. It still felt weird to be in Hotch's office, even though he has cleared most of his stuff. He picked up a small snowball from the desk and observed it. Had Hotch left it there? He put it down and then stared at his computer screen, thinking about studying the forensic report again.

What snapped him back to attention was a knock at the door. He looked up and saw Rossi standing there. He looked... almost thrilled. Spencer slowly stood up. "A New lead?"

"Yes. They found Chuck's car on the bottom of a river. No new bodies inside, thankfully. But we should probably still take a look."

#

Kyle supressed a groan upon walking into a club, trying to ignore the female forms dancing provocatively on the stage. He kept an eye on Jenny: she was following him, but didn't seem as uncomfortable. Many would glare at her, surprised to see a woman there, but luckily didn't pay too much of an attention.

They both sat at the counter and ordered martinies. As they were drinking it slowly, they kept looking around, keeping an eye on the middle aged Caucasian man who had been sitting at one of the tables in the opposite corner of the room, talking to some dancers. After a few minutes, he moved to the corner and walked up the stairs.

Kyle and Jenny exchanged an eye contact before putting the money on the counter an heading in his direction.

#

Later that night, Spencer looked at the naked body laying at his feet, trying to hide a discomfort obvious on his face. JJ took a deep breath while Derek studied the crime scene. There were ripped articles of clothing scattered all over the furniture and blood splatters on the walls.

"Dave Just, forty eight", Spencer explained. "The owner of this strip club. This was his office. Witnesses reported seeing a slightly stocky brown haired Caucasian man following him up there, followed by a young African American woman, that left about five minutes later with a briefcase and without Dave." He looked around. "One of the dancers got suspicious, went upstairs during the pause and found him."

JJ sighed. "He pistol whipped him and shot him multiple times. He is escalating."

"Some of it was probably so he would reveal the combination of the valut", Derek concluded. "I still have to go through the business records, from what I've seen, he probably had at least fifty thousand dollars in there."

"They undressed him. Probably post mortem."

"A forensic countermeasure?"

"Not what they were doing before. Also, they didn't take it with them or destroyed it. They ripped it and scattered it all over the office."

"They wanted to degrade him. The same way they think he had been degrading those women. And supporting sins."

"Some bruises are more severe than others and there are two types of bloody shoe prints on the scene", Spencer noted. "Taking in the account that and the witness statements, Jenny probably participated too."

"If anything, they are being more sloppy as well", JJ pointed out.

"But now they also have a substantial amount of money with them", Derek reminded them.

Spencer sighed. "Things are escalating generally speaking too. An hour ago a young man walked into the synagogue in the Philadelphia, pulled out the gun and started shooting. Carefully, two men managed to overpower him quickly. Some severe injuries, but no fatalities. No apparent connections to Kyle or Jenny."

Derek chimmed in. "It is not just Philadelphia. This morning, in Brooklyn, New York, a woman shot and killed her son, a teenager, also citing Kyle and Jenny's actions as her "inspiration", though she has no actual connection to them. Apparently her son had been drinking and stopped going to church."

"Things are escalating. If those two want their actions to leave a trace, make changes, they are sure succeeding."

Spencer took a deep breath. "It's time to deliver the profile."

#

Savannah was just finishing some paperwork when a young nurse opened the door to her ordination. "We have an emergency. A fifteen year old girl."

Savannah quickly pulled the latex gloves over her hands and walked into the hallway, following the nurse.

She was shocked to see Rita lying up on the strolling bed, being pushed to the emergency room by two paramedics. Her eyes were dull and watery and the foam was coming at her mouth.

"What happened to her?", Savannah cried, rushing down the hallway.

"We don't know for sure", the nurse admitted. "It looks like some kind of overdose, possibly Via valliums, but she also has a contusion to the back of her head. Her pulse is very low."

"It looks like she is falling into shock!", Savannah exclaimed.

They got to the emergency room quickly. The paramedics and the nurse put Rita on the hospital bed and Savannah walked over as started convulsing. She wiped the foam off her mouth and started pressing at the girl's chest, looking into her panicked eyes the whole time.

"Come on," Savannah whispered. "Hang on!"

"She doesn't appear to be breathing", the nurse exclaimed.

Savannah continued pressing at the girl's chest. She leaned over and inhaled in the girl's mouth, despite the potential risks, then continued performing the CPR on her, all the while aware that there was no pulse to the body at all.

#

The BAU team stood in the conference room in front of, several detectives and many uniformed police officers. Spencer was the one to begin delivering the profile.

"The man we are looking for is named Kyle Lake", he explained. "He is traveling with a woman named Jenny Smith, who is almost certainly a willing participant in his crimes."

David continued. "He is a Christian extremist with a deep seated hatred to everyone of a different religion."

Then it was Spencer's turn again. "He blames that kind of people for the abuse that he suffered in his childhood. He sees a religion as a part of his moral integrity and is willing to destroy anything and anyone who opposes his beliefs due to his ego and prejudice. His mother's death was likely the trigger."

"Jenny is obviously a submissive individual in this relationship as well as in this crime spree", David warned them. "She holds on to her religious beliefs as sort of an emotional refuge and in the same time craves for love and affection due to a rejection and abuse that she suffered in the past. However, she is growing more aggressive and dependant. However, if they were to be confronted with the police, she is the one you may try appealing to."

"They have murdered four people so far and have gone on a run after the FBI was called in to investigate their second and third murder", JJ reminded them. "They will definitely try to force their way out if cornerned and will react violently."

"Such actions, even if not interrupted, usually end up with double suicide or suicide by cop", Derek informed them. "So be careful."

"They can be hiding in motels, abandoned buildings", Spencer advised them. "Leave no stone unturned."

The rest nodded their heads and went around their business, heading to the exist and grabbing their phones and laptops. Spencer went back to his office while others were about to continue studying case files.

When Derek was about to move to the bullpen, his ringtone went off. He pulled out his phone and, seeing that Savannah was calling him, moved to the corner before answering. "Hallo?"

"Rita's dead."