"Do you know if there's a cure?" Hotch asked Morgan, voice a low whisper. He glanced over his shoulder to where Emily sat, staring into a light to slow the worms' growth. "JJ, make sure she keeps her eyes open."

Morgan turned to Reid who shrugged apologetically. "I had to tell him… It's okay, he's one of us."

Hotch nodded. "Jagerbar." But he didn't offer any further clarification on the subject. "We've known about you for a long time. Do the books say anything about a cure?"

Morgan moved across the hotel room to the door annexing it to his room and returned with the books. He returned to the page describing the Jinnamuru Xunte. "There is a cure…but it's not pretty."

Reid moved to read over his shoulder. "We need to pull out its eye!?"

Morgan nodded. "We need the antibodies only the host carries – that's why he's not blind."

"Well, that should be a piece of cake," Rossi said sarcastically, "Just pull out the eye of a known serial killer."

"That's not the hard part," Morgan said, his brows creating a deep furrow in his forehead. "He has to be alive and in full woge when we remove it. And we have to do it within the next four hours or it'll be too late to save her sight."

"Delightful." Rossi's expression was full of sarcasm. "And how the hell are we going to do in four hours what we couldn't do in two days?"

"Now we know what he is," Morgan pointed out. He was starting to realize being a Grimm was more work than he'd anticipated, especially if hunting Wesen UnSubs was going to be a regular thing.

"Garcia searched for this Andre using the license plate, but it appears he used a fake name because that's all she could find on him," Reid informed. "Everything was paid for using cash."

"We spoke to the facilitators of the support groups and they all described him as telling the same story of losing his wife to bone cancer. They don't remember much else except that he had an accent – either Australian or South African," Hotch said. "If the story is true, that could've been his trigger."

Morgan frowned. "Accents can be faked. And so can sob stories. Especially by sociopaths."

"Local police reported a carjacking about a block away from where he was last seen. There's an APB out on the plates, but he could've already switched vehicles again." Hotch's expression was especially dour. "He knows that we've figured out where he finds victims, he could easily just go underground and find somewhere else to start killing once we've stopped looking."

"Or he could have a psychotic break and go on a rampage because he wasn't able to complete a kill for two days…" Morgan pointed out. "Neither outcome looks particularly good for us."

Reid's eyes suddenly lit up and he reached for the book. "It says here: 'The Jinnamuru Xunte will often revisit his victims targeting their family members whose tears are readily accessible.'" With a look, they all seemed to reach the same conclusion at once. "The last victim had a sister that fits his type."

Emily was up and out of the chair, grabbing her jacket almost as soon as he'd finished speaking. Hotch was just as quickly vetoing it. "No, you need to stay here."

"I have to come," she argued. "He makes this noise – I know what he sounds like, I can help."

"She has to come," Reid interjected. "Apparently the salve is only viable for a few minutes after the eye is removed; we'll have to apply it immediately."

"Fine," Hotch said with an expression that made it clear he wasn't happy about it, "But you have to stay in the car."


Jagerbar: (Pronounced yay-ger-bar) A bear-like creature. Typically civil and non-hostile, living peacefully among humans. Tend to be lawyers and politicians.
Jinnamuru Xunte:
(Pronounced jin-a-ma-roo shun-tay) A fly-like creature.