JJ extends her hand to the chief of police. "Chief Davis, good to meet you. I'm Jennifer Jareau with the FBI BAU. Thank you for letting us try to help you narrow in on this unsub."

The chief shakes her hand but his eyes are guarded. "Still not sure about this. Won't your presence amp him up or something?"

"No. This unsub has a set pattern. We can't disrupt it because he doesn't see us, or any law enforcement, as an impediment to his plans. He is a mission-based narcissist. He will do things when he wants, how he wants, because no one has been smart enough to catch him in 20 years. We are non-entities in his mind. All that matters to him is killing more men and torturing their families with the slow return of the bodies."

He studies the woman in front of him. She looks like a petite little pregnant woman until you look into her eyes. It is in those blue orbs he sees the seasoned law enforcement officer; it is in those eyes he sees she is not to be dismissed as a pretty little messenger. He sighs.

"I really wish I could look at you and convince myself you and your team are wrong. But you know what the hell you're talking about, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. We are the top BAU team in the FBI. Our record speaks to our success in working with the locals and with each other to stop these men and women across the country. We wouldn't have pushed to come here if we didn't truly believe we can help you."

Davis slowly shakes his head. "Hate that it's coming to this. Let's go to my office and I can show you what we know, not that it's much. Maybe you can tell me what you all are thinking."

JJ nods. "Sounds like a good plan."

The two had been talking for an hour. JJ can't help but feel the man is appraising her about more than just this case. Out of the blue her suspicions are confirmed.

"…so hopefully Agent Prentiss can confirm whether or not he has been active in Nunavut as long as we think. From there we can- -"

"You all caught that bastard Reese, didn't you?"

"- - determine if he…What?"

Davis sees the flush of red on JJ's cheeks. He has struck a nerve. "Mitchell Reese…your team caught him, right?"

JJ takes a deep breath, clasping her hands together to make sure they don't shake. "Yes, we did. He nearly killed 2 of us but instead he's behind bars and will be the rest of his life."

Davis slowly nods. "I talked to the chief over in Minneapolis. He said his cases were colder than Minnesota in winter until you all traced a cell phone back to our twin city. Damn lucky break."

JJ nods. "Yes, it is. A testament to the skill of our technical analyst. Her searches have saved our butts and solved a case more times than I can count."

Davis chuckles. "Well, maybe we should just bring her in for this."

JJ manages a small smile. "Well, we do help her a little, Chief."

He nods. "I bet you do." He leans on his desk. "You and your chief have convinced me, Agent Jareau. I welcome your help in finding this bastard."

"Thank you, sir. If you can show me where we can set up I'll get our murder boards ready for the teams' arrival."

He stands and gestures towards the door. "Right this way, Agent."

He takes her to a conference room just down from his office. The boxes and files are stacked on the table and two whiteboards are waiting for them.

"Break room is at the end of the hall. Have coffee, sodas, etc. down there. Anything else you all need just ask."

"Who do I see to find out your printer info?"

"Um, I guess see Gail at the front desk. She prints more than any of us."

"Perfect. Let me get to work here. Hopefully by the time the team arrives we can start to cull more information into a solid preliminary profile."

Davis nods. "As you wish. Good luck, Agent Jareau."

"Thanks," JJ says and goes into the room to start setting everything up the way the team likes it

Reid gets out of the SUV and the breath is knocked out of his body as a bitterly cold wind whips off Pigs Eye Lake and cuts straight through his clothes.

"Holy crap that's cold!" he blurts out.

Morgan smiles. "Will feel like a spring breeze to Emily when she gets back down here."

Reid grins. "That only marginally makes me feel better."

The two make their way to the edge of the lake where the first parts were found four years before. It is a place that doesn't show a lot of signs of heavy activity. Morgan frowns.

"If those parts were dumped here today I doubt anyone would find them. We need to find out if this area had more traffic back then."

Reid nods. "Agreed. Could be that finding those parts drove people away from here. And that in turn made the unsub change where he dumped the body parts."

Morgan nods. "I could see that."

From the edge of the lake, Morgan slowly turns and scans everything he can see. He notes the main road is so far away he can barely make out the vehicles driving past on it. It was very secluded. That means the unsub would have privacy while dumping. But it would also mean people might remember seeing someone in that area.

"Why didn't a single person remember seeing a car or something here after the parts were found?"

Reid shrugs. "Could be back to the question of how popular was this area when the first parts were found. If people were used to seeing vehicles here they may not have thought anything about our unsub."

Morgan nods. "True. Let's go to the most recent dump site. I want to see how different it is than this one."

"Don't have to ask me twice," Reid says as he hurries back to the SUV.

Morgan chuckles. "You wouldn't be so cold if you put some meat on those bones, Pretty Boy."

"Whatever."

As they drive Reid is staring out at the lake. He suddenly sits up. "Morgan! Stop!"

Morgan immediately pulls over. Reid is out of the vehicle almost before it is stopped. He makes his way down to the water's edge. There on the ice rim is a trash bag. Morgan catches up to the genius.

"More parts?"

"Looks like it. Same sort of bag, no one around." Reid pulls out his phone and snaps a few pictures. He then eases a foot onto the ice.

"Easy, Reid," Morgan cautions.

"It's pretty thick here," Reid confirms. He takes another step and leans over to grab the bag. He slides it back towards the edge of the lake.

"I got it," Morgan says and pulls it up onto shore.

"Good." Reid takes a step…

…and his foot slips. His arms windmill as he tries to keep his balance. Morgan makes a swipe for him but misses. Reid crashes backwards onto the ice. Morgan's eyes are wide.

"REID! Was that your head or the ice making that cracking sound?"

"Head…ice…both," Reid mutters.

"Damn it. Lay still."

Morgan grabs Reid's foot and drags him to shore, noting the red blood trail left by the younger man's head. "Son of a bitch," Morgan mutters. "Give me your hand."

Reid extends his hand and Morgan grabs hit, pulling him completely up onto land. He kneels beside him. Reid grabs his head and then looks at his hand, staring at the blood on it.

"I cut my head open."

"No shit, Sherlock. Put pressure on it while I check the bag."

Reid nods, wincing as he presses his glove to the back of his head. Morgan turns and runs his hand over the bag. Without opening it he confirms it is, indeed, another calling card from the unsub.

"Son of a bitch." He stands and pulls out his phone. "JJ, we have more body parts. We're on the western side of the lake between the first and last dump sites." He listens a second. "Yeah. And send an ambulance, too. Pretty boy cracked his skull on the ice." He listens again then chuckles. "Actually I think it did more damage to the ice but he'll need to get it checked out."

"Ha ha," Reid grunts.

"Right. Okay, I'll see you soon then." Morgan pockets his phone. "JJ is going to hitch a ride out here so you can go get your head examined. She'll help me finish the lake canvas."

"I will be fine, Morgan. No need for her and the babies to come out in this cold."

"We need two sets of eyes, preferably with neither having a concussion. Get it checked out and meet us at the station."

Reid sighs. He hates to admit it but his head is throbbing so badly he knows a concussion is a possibility.

"I hope I don't need stitches. It will suck if they have to cut my hair."

Morgan looks at the haphazard hair cut Reid sports. "Who would ever know?" he teases.

Before Reid can respond they hear the first sirens approaching. Morgan walks up to the road to direct them where to part so they can start securing the scene and the latest body parts.

Hotch and Rossi take a seat in the living room of Marilyn Jones. She sighs as she stares up at the family portraits on the fireplace mantle.

"His disappearance drove my husband to his grave. Well, the disappearance and then the…the legs showing up with his hands." She squeezes her hands together. "They identified him based on fingerprints in something he made in kindergarten. Can you believe it? Something that had gathered dust for years…" her voice trails off.

"I know nothing we can say can take away the pain of your loss, Mrs. Jones," Hotch begins. "But we really want to find who did this to Jerry. We are pursuing new information both here and in Canada that could lead us to the person that did this."

"Canada? Why would he come here to murder my Jerry?"

"We don't know. It could be the killer is from here and goes there certain times of the year," Hotch explains.

"Oh. I see." She takes a deep, steadying breath. "I…I'm not sure what I can tell you but I'll try to help if I can."

"Thank you. Can you tell me if you remember anyone giving Jerry cause for concern?"

Marilyn thinks carefully before shaking her head. "His only troubles were typical ones for recent college graduates: big ideas, first real job, first realization that his big dreams didn't equal a big paycheck," she finishes with a sad laugh. "I kept telling him to bide his time, learn from the people that had been there longer, and in time he'd get the money he deserved." She shrugs. "I never realized I was lying to him. He never did get that money."

Rossi reaches for her hand. "You didn't lie to him. Someone stole that chance from him. Now, what was Jerry doing the day he disappeared?"

She frowns a bit. "I don't know. They found his car at the shopping mall so I guess he went there for something. The police think the car could have been dumped there so I don't really know."

Rossi and Hotch exchange a look. Why would the police offer up an alternative to the family? Or did they make the assumption and never check anything else?

"What did he normally do on the weekends?" Rossi asks.

"Oh, well, sometimes he'd go cross-country skiing. Other times he and his friends would do things. He didn't have plans with us that weekend but sometimes he would just pop in for a free meal."

"So he lived somewhere else?"

"Oh, yes. He lived with us until he had enough for first and last month's rent at an apartment complex near where he worked. He wanted to spread his wings even though we encouraged him to stay here and save up until he could buy a place. But I guess once you've had freedom in college it's hard to suddenly live under your parents' thumb again."

Rossi smiles and nods. "I'm sure it is. Now, here's one more standard question we always ask: if Jerry saw someone struggling, either with a large item or maybe with a disability, was he the type to offer to help?"

Marilyn nods. "Yes. Always. He was a very sweet boy. I always thought he'd have made Eagle Scout if it hadn't started being uncool to his friends."

"Can you think of anything, something that maybe seemed unimportant at the time, that he might have mentioned in the days leading up to his disappearance? Maybe a new neighbor or something that gave him pause?" Hotch asks.

"No, Agent Hotchner, nothing. I…I don't often think of the days before. I try to just remember the good times."

"That's very understandable." He offers her his card. "If you happen to think of anything, no matter how small, please give me a call."

"Okay," she says taking the card. "Agent Hotchner, will you find this man? Will you find who did this to Jerry?"

Sincere brown eyes lock with sad green eyes. "I swear we will do all we can to track this man down. Jerry's case is open in our files now and will stay that way until it is closed no matter how long it takes."

A tear slips down her cheek. "Thank you. Thank you both so much."

They stand and Marilyn escorts them to the door. As the agents get in the SUV Hotch smacks the steering wheel.

"I hate the collateral damage. She lost her son, then her husband. And she never mentioned her other children. Something tells me she's distanced herself from them."

"Because she couldn't handle it if something happens to one of them."

Hotch nods. "Exactly. He destroyed a whole family, Dave. A whole fucking family."

"And maybe us catching the bastard starts that family coming back together."

"Maybe," Hotch agrees. "Who's up next?"

Rossi reads off the address of the office where the next interview will take place. Hotch puts the SUV in gear and drives on, hoping they will learn something more this time. As they drive his phone rings. He answers on speaker and drops it in the cup holder.

"Yes, Morgan?"

"We have more body parts."

"Son of a bitch."

"Exactly. Even better, Pretty Boy went out on the ice to get it, slipped and popped the back of his head open."

"Oh for Pete's sake," Rossi mutters.

Morgan chuckles. "He's mostly fine. More embarrassed than anything. JJ is on her way to help me finish the canvas of dump sites while Reid goes to get his brains put back inside."

Hotch rolls his eyes. "Tell JJ to be careful. She doesn't need to slip on snow or ice nor does she need to get sick. Prentiss will go Xena on us and kill us all."

Morgan starts to laugh. "Nice reference, Hotch. I promise to take care of her as long as you promise not to tell her I'm taking care of her."

"Deal. See you at the precinct later."

"Sounds good. Hopefully the forensic team and coroner will have some preliminaries for us. According the M.E.'s assistant these parts will be flagged for quick investigation."

"Good. Take care, Morgan."

"You, too."

Hotch hangs up and shakes his head. "He couldn't know we were here yet so it's not a jab at us. The question is: will he ramp up his dump pattern once he finds out we're here?"

Rossi shrugs. "I doubt it. Unless we find something in the full case files that shows us he's been injecting himself into the investigation he won't care we're here."

Hotch nods. "You're probably right. Still, I want us to finish up interviews, finish the dump site canvas, and finish file reviews as soon as possible so I can make a statement. I want him to know we're here to see if we can get him to make a move."

"Could work."

Hotch just nods. He can hear the truth in Rossi's voice: it was a long shot. But for a case this baffling a long shot was better than no shot at all.

At 10 p.m. Hotch looks at the gathered agents. They still had a lot of files to go over. Reid had a headache that was not getting better even though he was trying not to bring it up. The chief sits forward.

"We need to step away," he says into the silence. The others look up from the papers in front of them. "We still have a lot to go through including anything Prentiss has sent us and she may have more tomorrow. Reid, did you get your prescription filled?"

Reid blushes. "Uh, they filled it for me but I- -"

"Spence, let me have it. I'll make sure you only take what you need. And tonight you need one," JJ says.

"Yeah, Reid, trust us to help you," Morgan adds.

Reid sighs. He reaches into his satchel and grabs the pill bottle. He tosses it to JJ. She smiles.

"Good boy. Take your pill and maybe you can get a cookie, too."

Everyone, even Reid, chuckles. "Thanks, Mommy Prentiss," he replies.

The team packs up and heads back to the hotel. Once there, JJ does give Reid a pill and he promises to take it. She even buys him a pack of cookies out of the vending machine as promised.

As she settles into her hotel room she sighs. "Another case away from you, Emily. Kind of getting sick of this shit," she mumbles aloud. She then rubs her stomach. "But I am happy to be here with you two. Think you can give me a night without weird or scary dreams? Maybe a few nights since your Mommy will be hard to reach?" She gets no response. She grins. "I'll take your silence as an 'okay, Mommy' for now."

Amused with herself, JJ gets ready for bed and crawls in. She sighs. All beds seem so huge when her wife isn't beside her.

"I love you, Emily," she whispers and closes her eyes.

Thankfully the nesters give her a peaceful night's sleep.