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"Time discovers truth" ~Seneca

Hotch and Reid entered the police station and were greeted by the waiting faces of their team members and police officers.

They were ready for the profile.

Jason started: "Our murderer is male somewhere between the ages of 18 to 30."

"How do you know that?" questioned a young officer. The profile had barely begun and the officers were already showing their disbelief. What little faith law enforcement had in a strong profile…

"The unSub chose to kill the men, the tougher, stronger of the two people he abducted," said Morgan. "And to move the bodies to the dumpsites and even haul one into a dumpster shows strength that most women are not capable of."

"What if he had a partner?"

"Men like this don't work well with others," said Hotch sternly.

"What kind of man is he?"

"A sadist," said Hotch. "A person who enjoys watching the pain on his victim's face. A man who gets pleasure out of knowing that he caused this pain."

"And that means he's male?" The man still sounded skeptical.

"Over 95% of sadists are male," said Reid. "Most of them, around 85%, are sexual sadists. The unSub probably has some sexual motive for his kills."

"And the age?"

"It's around the age of our victims," said Gideon. "Most serial killers that kill both male and female kill people around their age. The older the killer gets, the less strict they are with pin pointing an age. But our killer has a very specific age he likes."

The police officer stopped his questions, and Jason got the hint to continue with the profile.

"Based on the victimology, the unSub prefers brown hair brown eyed men and women. They most likely stand for someone in his life. His parents, or maybe even himself with a girlfriend. So pay close attention to the appearance of the unSub and look for brown hair brown eyes, but don't rule anything out."

"He's smart and organized," said Hotch. "He follows his victims for days, maybe even weeks, and determines that this is the couple he wants to find."

"Because of this, the unSub is definitely local," said Reid, leaning on a desk and facing the police with the envelope of pictures still in his hand.

"And one more thing," said Morgan before they dismissed the squad. "This unSub will have no record. He's way too smart to get caught. Every hair sample you find, every piece of skin, every finger print; he doesn't care if you find it because he knows there are no paths connecting him to it unless you specifically find him and take his sample. He's confident, and as of now, he has no reason not to be."

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JJ and Reid stared at the mass of pictures displayed before them. They had started out with the bulletin board, but had progressed to spreading them across the floor, walls, and single desk in the middle of the room. JJ looked exhausted while Spencer showed no sign of slowing down. Just on connection…that's all he needed.

But it was hard. There were hundreds of pictures and they were focused on the two smiling individuals, making the background people and images relatively blurry.

At one point JJ had gotten excited when she saw the same ugly man with a huge bald spot in three pictures, but Spencer pointed out sadly that they had all been taken during their camping trip and within a fifteen minute time difference. The bald spotted man was not seen in any other photos.

The coffee cup stack grew as the hours went by, Reid's considerable more so than JJ's. Now Spencer was annoyed. Time, the only thing they couldn't afford to lose, was running out for Eric, and maybe Shannon.

Then he saw it. Them, actually. He saw them; the two links.

"JJ!" he cried, causing the blonde, who appeared to be closing her eyes droopily, (It was about one in the morning), shot straight up into the air giving a little yelp and almost falling off her chair.

"SPENCER! Oh my God, don't DO that! Wait, I can't breathe." JJ leaned her head into her hands and breathed deeply.

Reid blushed and apologized profusely, but JJ could see that he was trying really hard to hide back a laugh that was threatening to escape.

"Oh, stop smirking and tell me why you decided to scare the shit out of me," she said, feigning anger but smirking along next to Reid.

Reid crawled along the path of photos, gathering eight of them up, and maneuvering back to JJ.

"Two of these are from a camping trip, one from the beach, three from their home, and two from the park. Various locations, different states, even."

JJ stared closely, before saying, "There! I see it, the car."

"Exactly! The two camping ones, the beach, one from the home and one in the park all have some old boxy light blue car in the back. And it's parked in all of them, like it's waiting for something. I don't know what kind…" he trailed off.

"There, see that on the corner?" JJ pointed to a small insignia on the corner of the dilapidated vehicle. "That's a Volvo definitely. But what about the other pictures? I don't see it…"

"It's the man. The others from their home and the park all have this man in it," said Reid, gesturing excitedly to a large dark haired man.

"But how do you know it's the same guy? I mean, it's blurry and all."

"I can't for certain, but we can send the photos to Garcia and she can enhance them, right?" said Reid, a little uncertain. He didn't know how much this Penelope Garcia could be able to do for them.

"Trust me," said JJ with a laugh. "Penelope Garcia is capable of absolutely everything." So Reid took out his phone and began to dial Garcia's extension for the first time.

"Welcome to the cave of unparalleled knowledge and beauty. How may I assist you, my oh-so adorable yet sexy Dr. Reid?" came the chipper voice of the computer analyst.

Reid, who was taking a sip of the hot coffee he just poured, choked and coughed before answering. JJ wasn't able to contain her laugh and smiled at the tomato red man in front of her.

"Breathe, Doctor. Always very important in situations like these," said Garcia on the line.

"Right, sorry," apologized Reid, clearing his throat.

"No need to be sorry, Sweet Pea. Miss Garcia's hilarious humor takes a wee bit of time to get used to, I'm afraid. So whataya got, Blushing Beauty?"

It only deepened his flush, but he continued without losing oxygen this time. "I'm going to send you some pictures. Do you think you can enhance the tall dark-haired man in the background and tell if it's the same guy?"

"Honey, did I not way this was the cave of unparalleled knowledge?"

"And beauty," replied JJ.

"Exactly. Ergo, I have vast amounts of power. Ergo, I can do anything. Ergo-"

"Okay! Okay, I get it," said Reid, smiling. "Infinite knowledge. I'll need to remember that."

"Remember it, memorize it, tattoo it to the inside of your eyelids, my young doctor!"And she hung up.

Silence. Then, "She likes you," said JJ smiling.

"Really?" said Reid, and he felt excited to know that so far, one member of the team seemed to have officially accepted him.

"Definitely."

Just then, Gideon came into the room in a hurry. But before Reid could tell him what they found, Gideon began to speak.

"I need all of you with me. We need to take a drive."

"Why, what's wrong?" asked JJ, getting her bag and following Gideon with Reid behind her.

"We found Eric Copella's body."

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Author's Note:

Yay, I'm back! How I missed my computer so….To everyone who reviewed while I was away, hugs and kisses you rock!

I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, but jet-lag is a pain in the you-know-what and I fell asleep at like six.

Review por favor and I will love you forevers and evers.

With love, MissdaVinci77