At the station Morgan was about to take a brake and grab a coffee when the conference room' door opened. He looked up from the dozens of files scattered on the table and saw Hotch standing next to a kid in his early twenties, tops.

"Agent Morgan, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. He's the new profiler in our team." Morgan reached out to shake his hand. "Emily sent me everything you have so far on this guy." He paused briefly at the case board set up in a corner of the room, "Okay, let's get going and try to refine our search parameters for Garcia."

The three agents sat around the table and each one picked a file.

Suddenly, Reid spoke up "I think he started long before the murders we have here."

"What make you sau that?" Hotch asked him.

"He's really confident in his crimes, like if he's done it before. He knows what to do to stay off our radar."

Hotch glanced at the files in front of them. "That's a good thought. So where does that leave us?"

Morgan answered him, "Either his firsts weren't murders and the victims didn't come forward or their files weren't given to us. He could also have been at this in another state and we have to ask Garcia to extend her like-crime search. Or it's just that we didn't find the bodies yet."

"Morgan get with Garcia and ask her to look country wide, then inform Emily those new developments. Reid and I will look through the missing persons' files. We'll head out around 9 p.m. and start again tomorrow. Let's meet here at 8.30 a.m." The two agents nodded and went to their assigments. They didn't get anything more that night and left the precinct to fresh start and rested in the morning.

"Ok, fine. Thanks Morgan. See you later." Emily hung up her phone and stared into space for a couple minutes, when JJ finally got her out of her transe.

"So, uh... we can still go, right?" She asked, anxious. She was aware that she got off pretty easily the night before and she had spent all night wondering if the agent would change her mind and refuse to let her go to her soccer practice. She knew, if that was the case, that it was for her safety, but the soccer team was the only way she had to pay for college. Plus, playing soccer with her friends and teamates would take her mind off the edge, because even she had to admit she was a little tense, to say the least.

The brunette looked up and answered her. "Yeah, we're leaving in half an hour. Be ready by then. Morgan will meet us there. There's a possibility that the unsub will be there, watching, so it's a chance for us to ID him and arrest him before he kills anyone else."

"He... he'll be there?" Ok, so maybe it wouldn't take her mind off the edge after all.

"We're not sure. Maybe. But don't worry, I'll be there, and so will Morgan. Nothing will happen to you. I promise. Just, play your best and let us handle the crapy stuff." Emily was quick to reassure her.

"All the crapy stuff, uh? So, will you do the sit-ups, push-ups, and 5 runs around the field?" The teasing was helping JJ to ease up. She had been doing so since her sister died, and even more after her mother and father left her all alone, which was probably why all her teachers would eagerly agree that the blonde was close to a professional smartass, even though they couldn't really say it in her evals because of her grades.

"Well, not all the crapy stuff, just... the crapier." Emily shot back, glad to see the same mischevious glint in the blonde's eyes that was there the day before. "And just to cover all basis, if you feel like some one is watching you, you tell me right away and we'll leave. But I think you're so eager to go out and play, you won't just to play a little while longer."

"Why, you think you know me so well, don't you?"

"Well considering how you've been packing so quick to go to your practice, I think it's a safe bet. Come on, let's go. You do want to be late, now, do you?" She winked at JJ.

"I guess you're right. Could we stop for a scone or something before I have to run my ass off? It's better when your stomach isn't completely empty."

"Sure, no problem." The two ladies left the apartment and went to the soccer field, with a stop at a bakery, as promised.

On the way there, Hotch had called her to inform her that the latest victim, Josy Carter, had awaken in the hospital and he was on his way to talk to her. It might be their strongest lead so far and the agents could feel this investigation was coming to an end soon enough.

Morgan met them in the parking lot and explained he would be sitting with the other people who came to watch the girls play. Emily would be on the field, with the coach, so that she could react if some thing were to happen. Since it has been a dark night, JJ hadn't been able to give them a good description of the unsub. They needed to pay extra attention to everyone there.

JJ's team had been practicing for about 20 minutes and the two profilers didn't notice anyone that sood out, not that there was much people around, when a blue bike entered the parking lot. The guy kept his helmet on and placed himself on the top rows, and just watched for few minutes. Morgan made sure to habe him in his peripherial vision and went to note down the license plate. He called Garcia and asked her to run a check on the owner of the bike, asking her to send it to his phone and Prentiss's. Turns out, this Jack Witcher was a good candidate. Morgan texted Prentiss to tell her he'd called for back up and they will make an arrest. Garcia had found enough on this guy to arrest him for other charges and it would guve them the time they needed to know if he was, indeed, the killer and if so, to prove it.

Cops were just a couple minutes away when Witcher made his move. He started down to the field, not noticing Morgan coming closer to him. He reached in his pocket and was about to get whatever it was that was inside out.

"FBI! FREEZE!" Morgan had his gun pointed at his chest, slowly making his way around the suspect to get between him and the girls on the field. "Put your hands slowly where I can see them and take off the helmet. Don't do anything stupid."

The guy turned his head toward Morgan and lifted his left hand. He left his right's in his pocket. Unknown to the agent, he smiled and glanced at the blonde that was being led away by some one he assumed was another agent. Now he knew why he hadn't seen her left her apartment this morning. Inside his pocket, he grabbed a small ball and closed his fit around it.

"Let me see your hands!" Morgan asked once more, his eyes focused on the hand he still couldn't see.

The answer that came next threw him off. "It'll be my pleasure, Officer." And then, without any warning, he threw the ball at Morgan's feet and disappeared in the smoke. Using the panic from the others spectator, he fled the scene and vanished in the slight traffic of this Sunday morning.