Gibbs, Gideon and Hotch sat in a conference room, sizing each other up. All three were men with high expectations of different sorts and all leaders. They didn't want to clash. Hotch and Gideon knew each other well so they knew how each person worked. Gibbs on the other hand, had only met the others briefly many years ago and they had changed. He didn't know how they acted or how they handled things.

"What are we going to do?" He asked leaning his cheek against a hand. Gideon was leaning into his chair and Hotch was sitting straight up in his chair.

"Put away our differences and try to work out how to catch the UnSub." Hotch offered.

"Have you got a profile ready?" Gibbs asked.

"Partial. We're waiting to hear back from the team about what they have found out." Gideon replied.

"Can I hear it?" Hotch and Gideon looked at each other. Gideon shrugged.

"We know the UnSub is male. White. Possibly between the ages of twenty-five and late thirties. He probably works within the navy. May have been rejected from it or he works there and has had a marriage breakdown. We've linked that to be the possible stressor for the UnSub. He is a sexual sadist. Most likely been in prison or has a criminal record. He is going to keep killing until we have caught him." Hotch explained. Gibbs nodded.

"What do you know?" Gideon asked Gibbs. Gibbs sighed. He hated how profilers could pick up on everything.

"There has been no DNA, fingerprints or anything that could give us a lead. Director Shepard gave us a week to find a suspect or they would call in you guys. Bodies started pilling up. We ran every single marine in the base but there was nothing that gave us a lead. Hopefully your profile will narrow it down." Gibbs answered.

"We hope it will but a profile is just a guide." Hotch warned.

"I understand."

"Garcia is running every single person at the base." Gideon said.

"Including cleaning people and all?"

"Yes. We cannot leave anyone out."

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