"This is taking commitment to a whole new level."

Bryn lifted her head up from the table, wincing as her back protested. Light was streaming in through the window, and she rubbed her eyes groggily. Reid was waking up beside her, yawning widely. Dave and Morgan were standing in front of them, looking amused.

"What time is it?" Bryn asked, stretching.

"8.00 am," Morgan replied, grinning. "You know, I would have brought popcorn and nail polish if I knew that we were having a sleepover."

"Don't bring up nail polish in front of me," Dave advised. "I lost a bet with Bryn once and had to wear pink nail polish for a week."

"That shade did compliment your eyes though," Hotch said as he walked into the room, with J.J. close behind. Bryn was surprised- maybe her boss did have a sense of humour after all. She knew that he had been friends with Dave for a long time, and she vaguely remembered his face from some of Dave's weddings. He had always seemed so serious and business-like, but Dave was pretty selective about his friends so she figured he was a good guy.

"Did you guys stay here all night?" J.J. asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," Reid looked sheepish. "But Bryn had a breakthrough."

Everybody's eyes turned to Bryn, and she flushed.

"It's just an idea. I think that the Un-Sub might be targeting men who he believes have harmed children in some way. He's portraying them as devils and dumping the bodies in areas frequented by children and families."

Hotch considered her for a moment and then pulled out his phone and dialled a number.

"Penelope Garcia, at your service," A cheerful voice chirped through the speaker.

"Garcia, I need you to check the victim's criminal histories for any issues relating to children. We think the Un-Sub may be targeting men who have acted against children."

"I'm on it, Sir."

Garcia hung up. Hotch looked around at the team and then stood up.

"I'm going to get Michael Tucker's law firm to send over all of his case files relating to children, there may be something in there that can help us. Reid, I want you and Bryn to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. I need you to be on top of your game. The rest of us will go back and speak to the victim's families again. Bryn and Reid can go over the lawyer's files when they come back."

The last thing Bryn wanted to do was sleep now that they had a lead, but she could tell by Hotch's expression that there was no point arguing with him. Besides, she could definitely use a shower and change of clothes.

Reid drove them to the hotel, which was a ten minute drive from the police station.

"Do you have any plans for Halloween?" Reid asked. "Assuming that we get home before then?"

"This will probably sound weird, but there's an Edgar Allan Poe poetry reading at this café around the corner from my apartment," Bryn admitted. "I'm kind of a big fan. I know it's strange, considering how morbid this job can be, but I find Poe's work fascinating."

She expected Reid to look creeped out, but he grinned. "I'm a fan of Poe's too! They have this cool exhibit on his life at the Smithsonian at the moment , I was going to check it out when we get back."

"I heard about that. I tried to convince Dave to go with me, but the deadline for the next chapter of his new book is coming up."

"I was going to ask him tomorrow," Reid looked a little crestfallen, like a child who had just dropped an ice cream cone.

"You could come with me, if you want," Bryn suggested, hoping that she wasn't being too forward. She didn't know Reid very well, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Besides, it wasn't every day that she found someone who shared her fascination with Poe.

Reid looked surprised but pleased. "That'd be great!"

They walked together to their rooms. Bryn's was in between Reid's and J.J.'s, which she was pleased about considering that Dave's snoring could often be heard through thick walls. She said goodbye to Reid and headed straight for her bed. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she was asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow.

The shrill ringing of her cellphone brought her back to consciousness. She picked it up and saw Morgan's name on the screen.

"Hey, what's up?" She answered, stifling a yawn. The clock on the wall told her that she'd been asleep for just under three hours.

"Sorry to wake you, kid, but Hotch wants you and Reid back at the station. The law firm sent over all the files from our dead lawyer. You have a lot of reading waiting for you."

"Great," Bryn groaned, and Morgan chuckled. "Have you heard back from Garcia yet?"

"Yeah. Apparently our first vic was arrested three years ago for roughing up some kid that egged his car on Halloween. The second victim was a teacher, and he was accused of making sexual advances towards one of his male students. There was no real evidence though, and the case got dropped. There's nothing on our third victim yet though."

"Okay, thanks Morgan. We'll be back soon."

Bryn hung up and called Reid. When he finally answered, she told him the news and then headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time she and Reid arrived at the station, J.J. was waiting for them.

"Here are all the case files involving kids that Michael Tucker worked on," J.J. dropped a huge stack of files onto the conference table. "Hotch wants you to call him as soon as you find anything."

Bryn sighed and sat down. It was going to be a long afternoon.

It was nearly 4.00pm when Bryn found what they'd been looking for.

"Reid, I think I have something here," She said, handing him a file. "Our vic worked as a defence lawyer for a guy called Terrence Palmer. Palmer was accused of raping two young boys when he worked at a holiday park over summer. It looks like our lawyer got the charges dismissed on a technicality."

Reid scanned the file. "If the Un-Sub believed that Palmer was guilty, he might consider Michael Tucker to be helping him escape justice for hurting those kids."

"It would fit with the other victims. But why wouldn't the Un-Sub go after Palmer himself?"

Reid pulled out his phone and dialled. After a few rings, Garcia answered.

"Garcia, can you look into a man called Terrence Palmer?"

The sound of impossibly fast typing echoed through the speaker.

"Terrence Palmer, aged 47, worked as a maintenance guy at Sunny Springs Holiday Park for five years, no family. He passed away from lung cancer a month ago, his house was sold, and his possessions are locked up in a storage container in Burlington."

Bryn shared a look with Reid, and it was clear that he was thinking the same thing.

"What if Palmer's death was the trigger?" She asked as Reid hung up. "If our Un-Sub was sexually abused by Palmer as a kid, Palmer's death could have put him over the edge."

Reid looked thoughtful. "So when Palmer died and the Un-Sub realised that he couldn't get revenge on his attacker, he went after other middle-aged men who had harmed children. Michael Tucker helped Palmer to get new rape charges dropped, so the Un-Sub considered him to be equally as guilty."

Bryn called Hotch and told him what they'd found.

"So we're looking for a man in his late twenties or early thirties who was sexually assaulted by Terrence Palmer as a child?"

"I think so," Bryn replied. "And Hotch, I think the assault might have occurred on or around Halloween. It would explain the timing and the Halloween masks."

"Alright, good work. I'll have Garcia look deeper into Palmer's history. In the meantime, I want you guys to go through Terrence Palmer's possessions. If he was a child molester, he might have kept trophies from his victims. I'll have J.J. and Dave interview the two kids who filed a complaint against him."

Bryn glanced at Reid. It looked like they were going to spend the rest of the day combing through the contents of a child molester's house. She loved her job, but some parts of it seriously sucked.