A/N: Thanks for reading this story :) And thanks for the reviews. Makes me very happy to write something enjoying. I hope you'll keep reading ^^ By the way, I wanted to apologize for my English. I'm not a native, so I might have trouble with grammar and use of words. If you notice something really stupid or bad or something, just tell me. I'm eager to learn new things. :)

jhickson001: I'm glad it isn't predictable :) I'm doing my best. ^^ And thanks for the rest of your review(s) :)

rmpcmfan: I find it odd too. She's so sexy and gorgeous and natural. And she's protective and nice and smart. I would most certainly fall for her. ^^

My question for you; who do you like more, Emily or JJ, and why?

Hope you'll like this update. Enjoy!

Chapter IV

"So, if I get you right, you think the unsub strikes women he hates? Like, he knows them?" Prentiss said. Reid nodded.

"Yes. And it could also explain why the first three victims had public jobs, and the fourth had not. Maybe he got into a conversation with them, and they rejected him or taunted him. He could have been so enraged that he abducted them." He explained, skipping a few steps in Prentiss' opinion.

"So you think he met the fourth one in a public place." She was still confused and left in the dark a little, but she let Reid brain-dive.

"No, I don't think so. See, the unsub is socially awkward, so he won't talk to people that easily. He has to get to know them first. A five-minute ride in the subway or bus doesn't make any sense." Reid frowned as he thought.

"You think he knew her from work, or school?" Prentiss offered. "She really pissed him off, somehow. Did you hear she had even more stings and wounds than the other women?"

"Yes, that's why I think Van Vliet is a more important lead than the other three women." Reid started pondering again, with his head in his hands, staring at the table. They were still in the hotel, and either Reid and Prentiss were early birds. They were both not able to sleep anymore, so they were having an early breakfast. Apparently, it was quite useful, because they had all these new insights.

"Do you think he fell in love with her?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "I mean, it sounds crazy, but I can imagine he would be mad if she turned him down or something. Maybe worse. Only, why was she his fourth victim and not his first?" She frowned in frustration.

"Well, we know he's smart. Maybe he wanted to distract us from his real aim. Or he wanted to practice." He seemed to wander off in the deepest depths of his thoughts, and Prentiss knew he was not going to share any of his thoughts for now, until he had found another solid reason. She decided to walk back to her hotel room to check up on her 'roommate'.

The man was walking down the road. He was not quite comfortable on the streets at daylight when it was busy. But since it was work-time, it was not as busy as usual. He went to the Gap to buy some new clothes. He had to burn some of his clothes, due to the stains that developed itself during the murders. Besides, he did not want any DNA of the victims found on his clothes, so if he was able to clean them, he would probably not be able to clean them that well that the bloodstains would never be found. This was the best solution.

He walked into the store, with his way of walking. His slender frame, a crooked back and his head bowed a little. His hair sleek, hanging before his eyes. An devilish smirk on his face. Every woman who saw him walking, would have recoiled in horror. He walked through the aisle, between the shelves and eyed the clothes. He wanted something black. Something dark.

Five minutes later he was standing in front of the mirror, studiously watching himself. Any woman would be scared to face him this way. He combed his hair before his eyes, watching through sleek strands of hair, narrowing his eyes. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw a woman entering his visual range. Probably the saleswoman, he thought. She was handsome, but there was something about her he did not like. There was some arrogance he did not like. The way she strutted through the store.

"Can I help you?" She asked, watching the man carefully.

"Actually," The man said quietly, but loud enough to make the woman flinch at the man's voice. "You can."

Sunken in thoughts, Emily walked up the stairs to the room she shared with the other woman in the BAU team. Without knocking, she walked in, and she knew almost immediately that was a mistake. The blonde woman had taken a shower and was standing naked in their hotel room. She was wiping her hair dry with a towel when the brunette walked in on her.

"Oh, JJ, I'm - I'm sorry." Emily stumbled, not knowing where to look. She stared at the curves of the other woman. She watched her body being outlined in the light coming out of the window. She was just perfect. Emily's pupils dilated and her hands turned sweaty.

I'm in so much trouble. She thought. Not because she saw the younger woman naked at the moment. She was not having any problem with such a thing. She was in trouble, because she was so much in love with the blue-eyed woman. But until now, she at least could not have pictured what she would be like naked. She could have imagined something less perfect. But this, this was just..

She licked her lips. The communications liaison had not moved an inch. "It's okay. I mean, we're both women. There's not much to see, right?" She smiled, before turning around, walking back into the bathroom. Emily finally found her tongue again, immediately being awkwardly aware of the dry piece of flesh. She swallowed a few times and spoke.

"I-I came to pick you up for breakfast." Emily did not know what to do next. She just stood there in the middle of the hotel room. Normally she would be confident, always knowing what to do. But that woman at the other side of the door made her feel so off-guarded. She never knew what to do, how to behave around her. She immediately lost all self-confidence when she spoke, or when she smiled.

"I'm ready in a few minutes. Just wait a sec, we can leave together." She bumbled to her bag, half putting on her slacks, half walking. The older woman actually wanted to leave, but she could not figure a way to do that without raising suspicion. "By the way," JJ stopped putting on clothes for a second, standing in a fully-clothed lower part of the body, and an only bra-clad upper part. "I did some thinking.."

She's probably going to say that she knows about me and my feelings for her. She is going to hate me for it. She will ask for another room. Or maybe not? She didn't become mad when I walked in on her..

"I'm going to talk to Will about our relationship and how things are going between us. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do, but I want to talk, I guess." She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. "I mean, he has to know that I have serious doubts, doesn't he?"

"That's the least you can do. Otherwise you'll never know what you really think of the whole thing. Considering you have serious doubts." Emily bit the inside of her cheek again. She really had to break herself of that habit. It made her biting on the same spot over and over again. And people could notice she was nervous. She did not want people to know she was nervous around JJ. She had no right to be nervous. No reason.

There was a knock on the door. Prentiss turned around to open the door to find Hotch standing in the hallway.

"There's been another woman abducted." He stepped inside the room. "A early customer noticed the store was left unattended and called the cops. As far as they know, there was no sign of struggle or forced entry, but they have to investigate the crime scene as we speak."

"How do we know for sure it's our guy?" Prentiss asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We don't, but there's a good chance she is, since she fits the profile. We don't take the chance she isn't one of his victims." Hotch stated. "We meet in the lobby in five."

Five minutes later, they all took place in the black SUVs. They had only three days to save the woman. The unsub was obviously evolving, and it was happening fast. It was only a day ago when he dumped the last body. This man was dangerous, they all knew. They just did not know how dangerous. Reid had an interesting theory to offer.

"If he really was in love with our fourth victim, he might have felt a sign of remorse, or maybe deprivation. He's looking for new company, but after three days, they are no use for him anymore. They won't fight back anymore, which is what he want. He wants to be fought."

"Why would he want to be fought? He wants control, right? If he is really autistic.." Rossi opposed. Reid stayed quiet for a while, and so did the others.

"Maybe it makes him feel in control." Reid argued. "Maybe he just wants to punish them for whatever they did. There is a chance that is takes three days for a woman to give up. He gets bored and gets rid of the woman."

"This man is a mysterious one. A ghost." Rossi sighed.

"Maybe we have to look at the fourth victim a little closer. It's something Reid said this morning. She was scarred a lot worse than the other three women. This was pure rage, hatred. I think he knew the woman personally. Maybe if we take a dive into her life, we get to our unsub." Prentiss offered, till now the most valuable idea.

"That sounds like a great idea." Hotch responded to the suggestion. "Prentiss, Morgan, JJ and Reid, I want you in the first plane to the Netherlands. Try to get to know as much as possible about our victim. I'll call Garcia to pull as much information on our latest victim. Rossi and I stay here at the precinct. Clear?" Five heads nodded in agreement.

This was going to be a tough and long case..

Well, this one is a little shorter than the other three. I hope it's okay. I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but again, let me know if something bothers you. I might change it :)