Author note: I'd like to thank every one who's read this story so far. sorry i've been a bit slow in updating but life keeps getting in the way (how dare it!) but i should have the next chapter should follow on shortly. And thanks to those who have reviewed please continue.

Chapter 4

Her footsteps were so loud now that she had to be practically level with him. Steadying himself he gripped the needle tightly his only weapon.

"Hey! Prentiss wait up" What! NO! Moving ever so slightly he peered round the pillar he was currently hiding behind. It was the 'cool' FBI agent! Every ounce of his body burned with anger. She was going to be his he could taste it and now he'd have to face him to get her. Looking from the agents face to his hip he could clearly make out a gun. There'd be no way he'd be able to drug her and not be shot by him. He could feel himself shaking with anger as the false hope washed over him. They were side by side talking now, as they walked up the few steps into the bar. He did not hear what they were saying he was to busy calculating his next move.

000

"Hey! Prentiss wait up" She heard Morgan say as he rounded the corner. Turning round she waited as he caught up to her.

"Garcia's waiting for the footage I thought I'd come give you a hand." She smiled and nodded as they turned and headed up the steps.

"Do you think he's serving yet? I could really do with a drink." Morgan joked as he held the door open for Emily.

000

Hotch passed under the tape towards the group of rowdy reporters that were firing questions left right and centre at JJ. She was right the small town folks could be more aggressive when it came to the truth. Stepping up beside JJ he bent forward and gestured for her to follow him aside.

"I want to keep the pictures out of the news. He's left more for us." She nodded.

"That's not going to be easy they seem to know already. I think the secretary been taking about it." She sighed she really did hate small towns nothing ever stayed a secret.

"Well tell them to hold off for a while with any luck we might have a suspect soon. Morgan and Prentiss are following up a lead."

"OK I'll see what I can do." She smiled as she turned back to face the media most of which had been watching the exchange between the two agents in a hope to unlock some clues from their facial expressions.

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This was like living in some personal nightmare. The brunette was within his grasps only to be snatched away by a fellow agent. Then on returning to the blonde she was across the tape talking to who he presumed was the leader of their frustrating group. At this rate he's have to snatch some idiot of the streets but that wasn't his game. He didn't take random people no he took beauties that meant something to society girls who had turned him down like she had. But he'd show her like he said he would, and there was no more a perfect way to show her than with an FBI agent. After all they were even higher up in the social ladder than she was. He watched as the blonde parted from the group with a very cocky reporter.

000

"This can be a request or it can be an order! How about I get your boss on the phone and we talk though with him." JJ said rooted to the spot. She'd pulled him aside to try and get a more forceful message across.

"I believe the people have a right to know if he's sending you clues. Pictures of victims. He might even be telling you who's next but you won't say. I feel that the public have a right to know that he's communicating with you and you are still are unable to catch him." Turning back to view the other media most of which were now leaving, after agreeing that they'd hold the story for a spot in the press interview, she'd promised within the next 24 hours. She looked back at him. Why was there always one really cocky reporter who thought they knew best. She gestured to a little ally off where they were standing. This ally was smaller than the one that when down behind Charlie's and it smelt worst. It was just off the side ally to which they where standing and she guessed it was for the access to the café on the end not that you would be able to fit vehicle down here for delivery.

"Look My team need your help here they are just asking for a little more time the pictures before didn't help us much they were more taunting. But this time it seems one does offer up something of more use." She held up her hand to stop him as he went to say something. "I don't know what yet but I have been told that two of the agents are following it up. So please hold off we don't what him thinking were close and till we know we are. With this type of suspect you have to be careful." She'd feed a bit of a story as well as the truth but making him feel like he was the reporter with the most info and feeding his ego was just what she needed to do she'd dealt with plenty of reporters like him before. Let him believe he's special then he'll be more willing to help. It usually always worked.

"What do you mean by a suspect like this?" However that question was never answered.

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She was leading the cocky reporter down the ally away from prying eye's he nearly did a little dance he was so happy. Following them careful not to enter the ally or be seen he watched as the agent pulled the reporter round to face her. She was looking down the ally away from him. This would still be tricky but possible. Slowly pulling the needle out of his pocket he removed the protector off the end, He was armed. Moving carefully down the ally slowly at first and careful to stick to the shadows. He crept never taking his eyes off them. To his luck they seemed to be in deep discussion something important to the case no doubt.

"What do you mean suspect like this?" He was as close as he could get without being seen now was his time to move. He sprang forward from the shadows. Suddenly aware of a rush of movement behind her, JJ reached for her gun as she turned. He was on her before she'd managed to get her gun out properly. They started to fall to the ground as he jammed then needle into her neck making sure the contents went in. As they hit the floor her gun now free of the holster scattered across the floor in front of them. He sprung up again after the gun that was sliding across the floor in the direction of the reporter.

After seeing this man jump the FBI agent it seemed only just to occur to him that this was the killer and worst than that he was heading towards him after the gun she'd dropped. In a sudden attempted to save his life he to made a reach for the gun.

There was a brief scuffle on the floor when neither one really who was going to have the upper hand. The black gun was raised above their heads and brought down with as much force as one could muster in this situation. The reporter slumped to the ground. Looking round he tuned to see Agent Jareau pulling out her phone and trying to stand. She really was strong not to mention his. He pulled the phone out of her hand and threw it down the ally.

"You won't need that!" that was the last thing JJ heard before everything went black.