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All of the BAU's team members walked to the SUVs and piled in. Spencer had been separated from Miranda for the first time. Neither of them cared, well at least out loud they didn't. Once Miranda had gotten in the car, she pulled out the case file. This being her first ever, she didn't expect to go to sleep the second she got to her bed. So, since she went to bed so quickly, she didn't get anytime to look over the case file.

"Did you meet Garcia yet?" Aaron Hotchner was already dialing her direct number on his PDA.

"No, who's that?" Miranda looked at her watch realizing that it was ten minutes slow.

JJ snickered while writing down her press conference outline. "A crazy woman who Hotch needs to issue a drug test to. Trust me. You may not wanna have her pick up the pho-"

"Welcome to the national technical sex kitten hotline, only 5 dollars a pop!" The warm voice came from the other line.

"Hello?" Miranda was trying not to laugh while she was keeping a level head.

"Um, hello? Who is this?" This time Garcia's voice a little more serious.

"Oh, uh- this is Agent Brady. Miranda Brady, Agent Hotchner wanted me get to know you."

"Oh well. First off hello! Secondly, I know a lot about you, and third I don't do Q&A over the phone. So! When you get back, you me, and Jadge can go out to our initiation bar and have a few drinks, Now if that is all I should g-"

"No wait! Um, can you cross reference workers in clothing warehouse's to white males in there 30s with other realestate properties in a 5 mile radius of the last 3 crime scenes? Also if any of them have a criminal record with sexual offenses that would be great." Miranda was rubbing her temple in a thinking kind of motion. After about 20 seconds of silence and looks from JJ and Hotch Garcia spoke.

"Hahahaha! Oh my goodness, I am going to take this as a rhetorical question. You will have it nearly immediately! Oh and kitten?"

"Yes?" Miranda was assuming that this mysterious woman was talking to her.

"Call me tech goddess." And with that, Garcia hung up and bid farewell to her boss and the blonde one.


At about 9:15 the whole team arrived at the police department. They all walked in and went to the conference room. They all sat down and waited for Hotch's order.

"Okay Morgan and Rossi go and interview Natalie Coreen's family. JJ I want you to handle the press. There have been many rumors going around in the press circle. Miranda and Reid stay here and work on the profile a little bit more. I will go to the-" Hotch's phone started going off.

"Mr. Hotchner! I have found six men that fit the lovely profile given by the famous Miranda Brady! I can read them off if you like." Hotch heard the bubbly voice on the other line, a tad bit startled by it.

"Just a second Garcia," Hotch lumbered over to the door to the conference room "Sheriff Crow, we had our analyst at Quantico look for suspects and we have a couple, would you be willing to hear the names and tell us anything you can about them?"

At first the sheriff was caught off guard and couldn't understand what was being asked of him, then after a long silent pause, "Yes, uh sure, are they fellas here in Roanoke?"

"Yes sir", Hotch was trying to get this conversation over with a quickly as possible.

"Alright then."

"Follow me," Aaron walked back over to the room and got back to Garcia who was still on the other line. "Garcia?"

"I'm here sir."

"Go ahead and read off the names and anything to lead you to match it with Miranda's profile."

"Okay so, first! In a 10 mile radius of the all of the victims there are four clothing warehouses. Combined there is about 950 males that work within that system. Now! White males, you get down to roughly 230, most of them managers or CEOs. Then once you factor in age, you really chop away a good portion, and your left with 15 men. Only 7 have criminal records. Ones with other realestate properties then gives you 4 possibles." Garcia ran with only one breath while spitting off all of the statistics she had found.

"Garcia what are the names of those men?" Spencer had a small legal pad and pen willing to also keep track of names.

"Oh um, right! Names! Well, there is one scumbag named Grant Kilmore, he is a married and lives right in the city of Roanoke, closest to the last victim, Kathleen Pearson. He, my lovely's, was convicted for only 12 days for sexually assaulting his 67 year old landlord. Jerk. Moving on! Now up to bat, Donald Parchman, he is 31 and lives closest to Claire Tompkins, the 2nd victim. He has several other properties, the biggest being a boat shack in BFE. When he was 23 he raped his neighbors 14 year old daughter, when she got on the stand she explained it was conceptual. Poor thing. Then we have Austin Shaw, now he works as a vice president in a department for the warehouse closest to Natalie Coreen. He is 29, and has a solicitation of prostitution on his record. He has no other official properties yet, his house, has a huge basement, from the dimensions, bigger than our level here in the office. Last but ,in my opinion, certainly not least, we have Sam Robnett. Now he is 30, is divorced and has 2 counts of rape on his file. Both of them went missing on a tuesday and then he just dropped them off back at their homes. The case was dismissed after the wealthiest man in Virginia testified."

"Okay well, thats it." Miranda was done skimming the files Garcia faxed over. "Sheriff do any of those names stick out?" Miranda had scribbled down the names along with ages.

"Oh well, uh Kilmore, he didn't do this. Couldn't have. He's been in a wheel chair for the past year." The sheriff stood up trying to jog his memory a little bit. "Donald, is serving probation for the counts of count of rape. Plus I doubt a man like him would even consider what this bastards done." He rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Miranda tried to explain the importance of not including bias. "Sir, all of these men fit our profile, what we need from you is a background on them, any kind of hint that you might believe that they could do what this bastards done."

The sheriff whipped his arm away from Miranda's gentle hand, "What do you mean! That I'm not supposed to think about these mens families? That I'm supposed to just pick one because the FBI tells me too?"

Aaron, Rossi, and Spencer jumped when this aggressive behavior showed through. Miranda put a hand up to slow them, "Sheriff, we need your help." She looked him in the eyes, "Please."