Ok, Profile time! Also, this chapter may be a bit shorter than the others, mostly because I just wanted to get the profile done, and add a little something to thicken the plot.

And there's something else; well, three something's. One, I won't be able to update for the rest of the week; I have classes, homework, stuff like that. Two, I'm writing a piece for TheVampireAct's season 5 finale contest. I've got a couple ideas; I just dunno if I can post more than one story. Third, I'm also adopting Murder After Morning Coffee by droogdog. It'll be the first ever M rated story that I'll be continuing… Or writing… So I'm very excited and very nervous! It should be up within a few days, so keep a weathered eye on that horizon… :D

With the exception of Aislinn, Staci, my victims, the UnSub and a few other people, I own nothing! …Would be kinda cool if I did, though!

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The team was gathered into a small, unused classroom in Whitby Hall. Among the people being given the profile were various members of the St. Paul Police Department, including Officer Donahue, Staci and the rest of the Public Safety staff, and members of the Public Safety staff of The University of St. Thomas, Macalester College, Hamline University, and teachers and professors from the colleges, St. Paul Academy, and Cretin Derham Hall.

"The man we are looking for," Hotch began, waiting for the room to fall silent, "Is a type of serial killer known as an Angel of Death, an Angel of Mercy. Contrary to the main profile of an Angel of Mercy, our UnSub is male, and works alone. He is white, about mid-twenties to early 40's, and will most likely be driving a large van or SUV, dark or muted in color."

"He is an organized, mission-orientated killer, and feels that he is doing his victims a service by killing them," Morgan continued. "More than likely he's recently lost a member of his family to an illness, or an accident. Perhaps he lost a relative in the war, or a recent historical war. These victims have also experienced a significant loss in their lives. They have lost grandparents, an uncle and a brother."

"The Unsub," Rossi picked up, "doesn't wish for his victims to live through the pain that he's already gone through, so to make sure that it doesn't happen to them, he ensures that they will never have to experience it by allowing them to return to their lost relative."

"He usually reads up on his victims before he takes them," Prentiss added. "He kidnaps his victims, usually at night, and holds them for a few days. We believe that while he is doing this, he tries to make his victims become spiritually closer to their deceased loved one before he kills them, and believes that by doing so makes the victim feel at peace with him-or herself."

Reid stepped forward. "One well-known Angel of Mercy was Jane Toppin. During her murder trial, she admitted to the jury that she was "sexually aroused" by the idea of death; she would give the patients she chose as her victims a mixture of drugs and would lie down with them as they died, hugging them close to her body until they expired. Most likely, he also stays with his victims until they die; he wants to be there when their lives end, and feels obligated to stay and watch the victim join their loved one, as he seems to think. With the most recent victims, Jessica King, and Lainey Jones, he was unable to complete his ritual; we believe the reason for this is because he was unprepared to take Jessica King as a victim. So to make up for this mistake, he shot Jessica to keep her quiet, and Lainey simply for good measure."

"He will not be someone who will want attention; he will want to be unnoticeable, hidden in the shadows," Morgan said. "Look for guys who are shy, withdrawn, guys who have lost a loved one recently. If he is married, it may be that they haven't been married very long; if they had been, she would've figured out by now."

"Keep an eye on places that teenagers frequent: Schools, shopping centers, coffee shops, movie theatres." Rossi added. "Also, these teens were in the process of grieving; most likely, they saw a counselor, or attended a grief group. Check local grief groups for teens, therapy offices. That'll be all."

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He had done his research. He knew what he had to do. He had to save them. He didn't want them to suffer.

A young man walked by the car, head up, backpack slung over one shoulder. The killer, the "UnSub" smiled at his perfect timing. Exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it.

He opened the sliding door, walking toward the young man….

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Penelope Garcia wasn't one to pry into the lives of people from her teammate's personal lives, and made it a habit to only look there if she really HAD to, like the time in Chicago when Morgan had been falsely arrested for murder.

But Garcia wanted to know a little more about Aislinn; this girl seemed to be the answer to Garcia's prayers. She had always hoped that Reid would find someone. He deserved to have someone in his life, especially after what had happened to him in the past, what with his mother and father, and his childhood in Las Vegas. Not to mention all the things the team saw every day, plus Reid's past experiences with the like of Tobias Hankel, the Adam Jackson case, the Anthrax scare, getting shot and everything else.

"Let's see," she murmured, fingers tap-dancing across the computer keys like a pianist's fingers would dance across the keyboard.

"Ah!"

To Garcia, it looked as though Aislinn Werner had had a very normal life. She had been born here in St. Paul in 1991, grew up in Hastings, Minnesota, she had attended twelve years of public school… Drama club member, Art club member, Speech Captain, school newspaper staff, budding fiction writer…

"Graduation speaker," Garcia cooed. "You go girl!" Then she stopped at an article.

"You poor thing," she whispered. "Oh, no one should have to go through that, no one should!"

A second later, Garcia realized something…

Oh, God… I have to… I need to call…

Quickly, Garcia pulled on her headphones, and called a familiar, and at the present moment, very important, number.

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It was a little after 9, and the campus was dark, save for the lights coming from the buildings and light posts scattered across the campus.

Spencer Reid had just gotten off the phone with Aislinn; they had both decided that Friday afternoon, when Aislinn was done with class, would be a good time to grab coffee, and he was very hopeful that it would go well. Garcia had given him a list of conversation starters shortly after the profile briefing, and was pleased to see so many topics they could go on about. The plan was to meet outside of Whitby Hall after Aislinn finished English, and walk up the street to Brewberrys for the afternoon.

Reid was already lost in thought, trying to imagine what she would wear, or guess the answers of the questions she would answer, when he suddenly heard the door to the office he was in burst open.

A young St. Paul police officer ran into the room, holding a file. "It looks like he has another victim," he cried, laying down the folder. "It's 19-year-old Matthew Colton, last seen about 15 minutes ago outside Macalester University."

At the same time, Reid's phone rang. "Go ahead, Garcia," he asked.

"Reid," Garcia whispered, "It's Aislinn, she… she…"

"What is it?"

"I found an obituary for a Mr. Jakob Werner, age 48. He died August ninth of 2009 after a five year battle with colon cancer, and is survived by his loving wife Molly, and children Jake and Aislinn Werner."

Reid felt as though ice had been injected into his veins. His stomach twisted itself into knots. This just couldn't be happening, not to Aislinn. There was no way she could be a target. No, he thought. Oh, God, no. Please….

"Reid," Garcia asked. "You want me to call Hotch?"

"Yeah," Reid muttered. "I'll… I'll get Aislinn… Tell her what's happened…."

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A/N: … Hello!

Like I said, I'll probably update again this weekend. I have papers due in Theology, a test in Geography on Friday (If I remember correctly), and I'm presenting part of a book for English class Wednesday (We're actually TEACHING the class, if you can believe that… YIKES!)

Also, Aislinn's experiences growing up, and in high school, were all taken from my experience; I just changed names if there was need. Sorry if I wasn't very creative on that part. And I made her much younger than Reid, I know… But I want her to seem more mature for her age; Reid was 12 when he graduated high school, and was mentally more mature than his classmates. I wanted Aislinn to be emotionally more mature than her friends and classmates. Not to a point where she's a robot, but to a point where she can interact with people older than her.

Please review; it lets me know you're interested in what I'm doing.

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