"Morgan, you and Rachel go and talk to Jeffrey Wilkins. Reid, you and I will go to the lodge near the hiking trail and see if anyone's seen anything that might be suspicious. Prentiss, you and Rossi go and talk to Evan Meadows. J. J. you stay here and keep digging in the files and see if you can figure out anything else that might help us," Hotch said.

Everyone headed off on their own separate ways.

Morgan and Rachel arrived at the home of Jeffrey Wilkins and got out of the car. They walked up to the mid-sized one story house. The paint was peeling and yellowing, the house looked like it needed a lot of work.

"Jeffrey Wilkins? Mr. Wilkins open up, FBI we need to speak with you," Morgan said knocking on the door.

A scruffy blonde haired man staggered his way to the door opening it up just a crack.

"Are you Jeffrey Wilkins?"

"Who wants to know," the man said.

"Agent Morgan and Dr. Blanchard, we're with the FBI. Do you mind if we come in," Morgan said.

The man opened the door further letting the two agents inside.

"What's this all about," Jeffrey asked.

"We're investigating the murders of four local girls," Rachel said laying down the photos of the four victims.

"Why are you investigating me?"

"A man matching your description was seen around the area where the bodies were dumped. Mr. Wilkins do you do any hiking near the Cumberland Plateau area?"

"Some, I've got to get this bum leg strong again," Jeffrey answered holding his left leg. "But, you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something else to connect me to those murders."

"The man we're looking for most likely has a background in the military, probably a pilot or specialized in siege tactics. We're just covering our bases," Rachel said. "He was likely discharged, never getting promoted.

"I've never seen these girls in my life. I swear. I only get up to the hiking trail about once every two weeks or so. I work at a bar tender at a local bar here in town."

"Where were you a week ago?"

"I was here at home," Jeffrey said.

"Can anyone verify that," Morgan said.

"No it was just me."

"Mr. Wilkins. I noticed you have a lot of pictures of naked and scantily clad women on your walls, are you into bondage, s & m all that stuff," Rachel said.

"Hey what kind of question is that? They're just pictures."

"Just answer the question," Morgan said.

"Okay so what I like that kind of stuff. You're very pretty by the way," Jeffrey said to Rachel. He was eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat.

"That's not what we're here for Mr. Wilkins," Rachel answered. "We're you ever sexually abused as a child Mr. Wilkins?"

"All right that's it I want you people out of my house! Out I said!"

Jeffrey jumped up from his chair almost knocking it over with the force. Morgan and Rachel proceeded out the door which the man slammed shut behind them.

"That went well," Morgan said as they got in the car and he turned the engine over.

At the hiking lodge Reid and Hotch were talking to the old gray haired woman behind the check in counter.

"How may I help you gentlemen," she greeted them.

"Ma'am I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we're from the FBI. We'd like to ask you some questions about the bodies that were found near here recently."

"Well I don't know what I can tell you but I'll try to help in any way I can."

"Do you recognize either of these two men," Hotch said showing the woman Jeff's and Evan's photos.

"That one right there is Evan Meadows. I'd know him anywhere. A hard looking man. Keeps to himself most of the time. He's got a temper on him like a cobra though. My husband had to break up a fight between him and another fella in here about two weeks ago."

"Does he hike here often," Reid asked.

"Uh-huh almost every weekend. I think he still thinks he's in the military or something."

"Has he ever brought a woman here with him?"

"No. Not that I can recall. He never really seemed interested in women, all he ever talks about is the Force. Like he lives it, breaths it," the woman said.

"What about the women do you recognize any of them?"

"Yes Kristen Noland, she was renting a cabin from us. She checked in about two weeks ago. And that's Cassie Benson. She lives near here. My husband stops by there to check up on her every once in while. It's a shame what happened to them."

"Did you see Mr. Meadows last week," Reid asked.

"No, not last week. If memory serves me correctly he was flying to Boston to visit his brother. He wasn't suppose to get back until the end of this week."

"Do you know if Mr. Meadows owns a denim jacket?"

"Not that I know of, Evan is more of a khaki man. I don't even think I've seen him wear a pair of jeans at all."

"Thank you ma'am you've been at great help to us," Hotch said.

Hotch and Reid got back into their car and drove back to the

Hotch's phone rang.

"Hotch. Hey Rossi what's up?"

"There wasn't anyone home at Evan Meadows house," Rossi said.

"Yeah, we know. From what the woman at the lodge told us he's gone on a trip to Boston. We'll get Garcia to run the airlines to make sure his name is on a flight."

Everyone meet back up at the office.

"What have we found out," Rossi said.

"Well Mr. Wilkins didn't give us much. He goes to hike about once every two weeks. He works as a bar tender at a local bar here in town. He had a lot of pictures of nude women on the walls, hard core stuff, bondage, s & m. He was very defensive, and when I tried to ask him if he'd ever been sexually abused as a child he got very hostile and threw us out," Rachel informed them.

"From what the woman told us at the lodge, Evan Meadows had a very bad temper and liked to fight. Other than that nothing else fits the profile of this guy."

Just then J. J. walked into the room.

"Guys Jeffrey Wilkins ex-wife is waiting in the interrogation room. I called her and asked her if she could come down while you guys were gone."

"Thanks J. J.," Hotch said.

"Prentiss you go in and talk to her."

Everyone started to exit the room. Rachel sat down in a chair.

"Rachel are you okay," Reid asked.

"I'm not feeling so good. I think I'm going to throw up," she said.

"Maybe you should go home and get some rest," Hotch said. "You don't look so good."

"I'll come and check on you a little later," Reid said.

"Okay," Rachel said as she ran from the room to go vomit.

Rachel went back to her apartment to lay down.

Back at the BAU...

"Thank you for coming in Ms. Wilkins," Emily said.

"Gibson, it's Gibson again. Jeff and I are divorced," the woman said.

"Gibson, I'm sorry."

"Is Jeff in some kind of trouble again?"

"Again," Emily asked.

"A few years ago Jeff was a suspect in a murder case involving the murder of a young girl near our home. The evidence wasn't conclusive so the case was dismissed. Jeff was never found guilty, so nothing ever went on his record," the woman said.

"Can you tell me about the murder?"

"She was a young girl from our neighborhood. In her mid twenties. She was found about a block from our house in a garbage bin. She had rope marks on her arms and legs, and bruises around her neck. They thought Jeff had done it because he use to work in the building that the garbage bin belonged too. And he was the only one working the night the woman was killed and dumped."

"Ms. Wilkins did you and your ex-husband ever go up to the Cumberland Plateau when you were married?"

"Yes we did. It was a favorite spot of ours. We use to own a cabin up there near the hiking trail. We'd vacation there every year. Why?"

"The victims were found near the hiking trail, and we think the person who killed them hiked a lot or lived around the trail."

Ms. Gibson, may I ask why you and your husband got divorced?"

"After Jeff got shot and was discharged from the Air Force something in him changed. He became forceful, almost violent. He got to where he liked to watch a lot of torture porn. H-he wanted to experiment with bondage and that type of stuff in the bedroom. I wasn't into that and I just got to the point where I couldn't take it any more. So, I filled for a divorce."

"Does Jeffrey own a denim jacket?"

"Yes. He got it back when he was in the service it's a pilot's jacket. It's got all of his patches and stuff on it from when he was a pilot it's a favorite of his."

"Thank you Ms. Gibson I think that's it for now but would you mind staying here a little while longer in case we have any more questions?"

"Of course," Ms. Gibson answered.

Emily exited the interrogation room.

"I think we ought to pay Mr. Wilkins another visit," Rossi said.

"Hotch do you mind if I go and check on Rachel? I'll meet you guys at Wilkins' house," Reid said.

"Okay," Hotch said.

The rest of the team went to Jeffrey Wilkins house while Reid went to check on Rachel.

When the team got to Wilkins' house they knocked but no one answered.

"Mr. Wilkins open up, FBI," Hotch said.

Still nothing. The team stepped back as Morgan kicked in the door. They searched the entire house but didn't find Jeff. The walls however were covered with photos of torture porn, women bound and gaged, there were drawings, and handwritten pages of fantasies. In a back room they found whips, chains, leashed, ropes, and all sorts of devices. Taped on the walls were pictures of the four victims that were found on the trail. Beside the four pictures of the victims there was another picture that made the entire team's blood run cold. . .

Reid got to Rachel's apartment building. When he went inside he didn't see anyone behind the booth to buzz him in. Suddenly a brownish-red sludge leaking out from under the door to the booth caught his eye. He opened the door which was slightly a jar. There behind the door lay the security guard stabbed deep in the left side of the chest. He was still breathing. Reid got on his cell phone and called an ambulance and then mashed the buzzer. He rushed up the stairs to find the door to Rachel's apartment wide open. There was one of her shoes laying in the hallway. Reid walked into the apartment with his gun drawn.

"Rachel! Rachel!"

Nothing.

He searched the entire house, the bed was a mess the covers thrown this way and that. Rachel's gun holster was still hanging on one of the four posters, the gun still inside. Reid rushed back to the door. Something red caught his eye on the door frame. There about half way up on the left side was a small bloody hand print.

Reid was on his phone in a panicked frenzy.

"Hotch."

"Hotch, it's Reid he took Rachel. He took Rachel!"

"We know we found her picture taped to his wall beside the other victim's. He must have followed her. We're headed over to the lodge we'll meet you there."

The entire team arrived at the trail.

"The house could be anywhere with in a 5 mile radius of here," Rossi said.

"Morgan get Garcia to look up the address of the Wilkins' old cabin here."

"Got it."

Garcia shot them back an address.

Hotch and Rossi went into the lodge to ask the woman if she knew where the cabin was located. She told them were to go. It was only a mile away from the trail up on a ledge of the mountains.

"Some of you guys say down here on the ground in case he's not here," Rossi said.

They checked the house there wasn't anyone at the cabin but it was evident that Jeff had been keeping victims there, and that Rachel had been there.

Just as they were about to look somewhere else they heard a rustling a little ways down from the cabin. There to the left of the cabin about 20 feet stood Jeff holding Rachel by her hair on the ledge.