"Do you need a pillow?"

JJ laughs at her best friend. "Pen, I'll be standing in the conference room sorting these leads. What the hell would I do with a pillow?"

"I don't know. Rest your tummy on it?" Garcia answers with a shrug.

JJ starts to laugh and looks down at her toned abs. "You saying I have a belly?"

"NO! I mean…shit, Jayje."

JJ takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. "I'm fine, Pen. I promise. And if I need to rest, I will. But the changes in my body are so new there won't be any major symptoms hitting me just yet. Heck, they may not hit at all. One thing I know will help me is finding the information that aids the team and gets them home soon."

Garcia bites her lip. "Okay. If you insist. But if you need to rest make sure you do. If I even suspect you're pushing yourself I will email the team the picture of you running around the park in your undies."

JJ blushes. "How the hell do you know about that? I was five!"

Garcia grins slyly. "Your mother loves me, sugar. She's pretty handy with a scanner, too."

JJ shakes her head. "I am sooo going to have to have a talk with Sandy Jareau."

Garcia just chuckles and makes her way back to her office. JJ looks at all the information on similar, unsolved cases the analyst had culled. It worries her that there are so damn many.

"This shit just never ends," she says as she grabs the first file folder.

Hotch hits the speaker on his phone. "You have all 3 of us, Garcia."

"Okay, so I finished the run on Chase Clarkson. Sad story. Abandoned at an orphanage at about a year old with nothing but the clothes on his back and a note saying his mother couldn't afford to raise him. He went through a series of foster homes finally finding what looked to be permanent when he was seven. He lived with a man for 4 years who taught him all about camping and the outdoors. But since the man was single, he wasn't allowed to adopt. When Chase turned 11, the man died and he went back into the foster system where he remained until he was 18 living in 15 different homes in those 7 years."

"This guy had no chance," Rossi notes.

"Sounds like it," Garcia says. "But here's the thing: there are no records of him getting in trouble. He pulled okay grades and even earned a scholarship to a Toronto university to study forestry. He only stayed a year, preferring to work as a guide instead of study. I've sent you the information on the various places he worked and before you ask, yes, I did check for sexual assaults in the areas he lived and came up with nada."

Hotch frowns. "Nothing? Or cases maybe solved but the wrong person arrested?"

"I mean, nada. Nothing out of the ordinary and he lived in pretty remote areas so rapes and assaults would have stood out," Garcia explains.

"Maybe he used his off time to troll area cities," Hotch suggests. "Dave, Reid, start calling the places he worked. We need to get his employment records, Garcia. We need to know when he took vacation and see if that coincides with unsolved attacks in larger cities."

"Okay, sir, but uh…never mind…"

"What is it, Garcia?" Hotch presses.

"Sir, I know this is completely not fact based like you like things to be but, well, my first impression is this isn't your unsub."

Hotch frowns. "Why do you think that?"

"Over the years I have tracked a lot of skeevy people for you. The guilty ones always had a history that shot up into the sky like a firework. This guy just…doesn't have that. Nothing bad in his past at all. Not even notices of truancy in his school records."

Hotch's brow furrows even more. He looks up to see Reid and Rossi both studiously not looking at him. He sighs.

"Thank you for your insight, Garcia. I'm afraid I might be starting to pigeon hole the facts to fit a suspect rather than using the facts to find a suspect."

Garcia smiles, glad she hadn't angered the chief. "No problem, sir. I'm going to go check on JJ and see if she needs me to search out any more information to help her out. Toodles!"

Hotch disconnects the phone and looks at the other two agents again. "So, when were you two going to point out what Garcia did?"

Rossi grins. "We were about to play 'rock, paper, scissors' to see who got the honor."

Hotch chuckles and nods. "Right. I'm going to go get a fresh cup of coffee and come back without blinders on."

"Still want us calling Clarkson's past employers?" Reid asks.

Hotch sighs. "Just so we know we've covered everything. If something pops we can go back to him as being a suspect. Get that stuff cleared and we can start a new profile without my preconceived notions interfering."

The other two nod as Hotch walks out of the room. Reid smiles at Rossi.

"I so would have scissored your paper."

Rossi frowns. "How do you know I'd throw paper?"

Reid chuckles smugly. "Please. You're an author. What else would you throw?"

Rossi can't help but laugh. The genius is right: he'd have thrown paper.

Anna smiles and extends her hand. "Hi, Huck. Thanks so much for bringing them back to us."

The ranch hand smiles. "Not a problem, Anna. Got me out of gelding a couple horses."

Anna laughs. "Well, glad we could help. These are Agents Prentiss and Morgan. Got a favor to ask: mind if Morgan rides back with you? His shoulder was dislocated and if the storms come back he won't be able to help himself if we have to go through the brush."

Huck nods and looks at Morgan. "You okay to ride?"

Morgan nods. "Yeah. But, uh, can't race you back," he adds with a grin.

Huck smiles. "Well, again, no desire to help with the gelding so I won't mind taking it slow."

Morgan turns to Emily. "You sure about this?"

Emily just raises an irritated eyebrow. "Yes, hardhead."

"Be safe, Emily."

She nods. "I will be. We'll see you tonight."

He can't help it. "Unless sasquatch gets you."

The other three laugh as Emily blushes bright red. "Remind me again why you're my friend?"

He gives her a wink. Soon he and Huck are riding back down the trail. Emily glances over the fifth stop on the tour one last time. Satisfied there was nothing more to learn here she looks at Anna.

"Ready to go on?"

"Now that I have a horse to do the work, hell yeah," the blonde states.

Emily chuckles and mounts up on Pilsy. Anna is right: it's nice that the horse is doing the work.

An hour and a half later they dismount at the sixth site they are visiting, scene of the 6th attack. Anna stands back with the horses as Emily slowly scans the clearing. For the fifth time there is no wolf paw print. Emily shakes her head.

"Doesn't make sense. If he has to have his spirit guide represented we'd have found signs of the sand he used more than once. What is going on?"

As she scans once more her eyes spy a small rock grouping. She slowly approaches and kneels down beside a pyramid of three rocks of gradually smaller size. She looks over her shoulder.

"Anna? What do you make of this?"

Anna walks over and looks down. "It's a warning sign. You know like in Girl Scouts."

Emily shrugs. "Grew up overseas so I was never a scout. What kind of warning?"

Anna shrugs. "It's a general warning sign."

Emily pulls out the digital camera she had been using at each site. She scans through the pictures.

"Son of a bitch…the pyramids are there every time."

Anna leans over her shoulder. "Really? That's GREAT!"

Emily looks up at her. "Why?"

"Chase doesn't use rock signs. Too easy for them to get disturbed by animals. Not to mention you have to spend a lot of time to find the right ones so the rock cairns stack with stability so they last. He's not patient enough for that. He uses tree hashes when he needs to mark a trail for some reason."

Emily nods. "The unsub may have been counting on animals to disturb them, though. Or even Mother Nature."

Anna's face falls. "So…it could still be Chase?"

Emily shrugs. "I don't know. What I do know is you said the wolf paw was very, very important to him. We've only found sign of it at one site. If it is something that he has to do to honor his heritage I think we'd have seen at least traces of sand at each clearing; somewhere somewhat protected from the elements like at the first site."

Anna smiles. "It's not him. I swear, Emily, you'll see it's not him."

Emily smiles. "I hope you're right. And right now, I feel you are."

Anna relaxes quite a bit, glad that the agent is turning her attention from Chase. Emily stands and slowly walks the site looking for anything else that could tell them anything about the man they are hunting. When she is satisfied she has seen and photographed everything she turns to her guide.

"So, on to the next?"

Anna nods. "On to the next."

"Garcia, I think I have something," JJ says as she walks into the analyst's lair. "A year ago there were a number of attacks in the area of Cuivre River State Park in Missouri. Women kidnapped from St. Louis and taken to the park where they were raped in sites off the main trails."

"Holy Understatement, Jayje. You have more than 'something' you have mirror image attacks."

"Yeah, but there were only 3 before the rapists disappeared. Authorities assumed it was a vacationer or some other transient so the cases went cold."

"Because he went up to Arkansas."

"Right. And started changing cities for the abductions so they wouldn't be linked so fast. But now that they have been linked, he might decide to cut and run. Get the team everything you can on these rapes," JJ orders.

Garcia nods. "And narrow like crime searches to cities near state or national parks. Got it, Jayje."

JJ nods and starts back to the conference room, pulling out her cell phone as she goes. "Hotch? I think we found something. Think the locals will know if anyone relocated from Missouri in the last year?"

Hotch shrugs. "Could. What do you have?"

JJ tells him about the rapes that stopped abruptly. "Garcia is now trying to dig out more information on the investigation. Want me to call the detectives once she has it?"

"Yes. We need to know if they had any viable suspects and we need to see why there was no DNA hit when Garcia requested that search."

JJ thinks a second. "It's weird that he would be careful to not leave DNA behind then devolve to leaving it behind. It's usually the other way around."

"Exactly. Either we have an anomalous unsub or the police never got the DNA entered into CODIS."

"As soon as I have an answer I'll let you know. If it's the second option, I'll get them to input it so we can definitively link the cases if possible."

"Good."

"Oh, uh, Hotch…heard from Emily?"

"Not since this morning. She did order Morgan back with the ranch hand that returned the horses to her and Anna."

JJ grins. "Bet that went over well with him."

"I can only imagine she finally had to resort to threats to get him to agree."

"Right. Tell him I hope he's feeling better soon."

"I will. Talk to you soon, Jayje."

"See ya, Hotch."

Morgan dismounts and sighs in relief. "I feel bad I left my partner and Anna up there but I have to say I'm glad my ass is off that horse."

Huck laughs. "I bet you are. I guess you D.C. types don't spend a lot of time in the saddle."

"Nope. And since I'm originally from Chicago it's never been a part of my life."

Huck nods. "I expect not. Well, I'll get the horses put up and taken back to the ranch. Anna can pick up Atom there tomorrow."

"Sounds good, my man. Thanks again," Morgan says, offering his hand.

Huck gives it a shake and starts to loosen Atom's girth to make transporting him a bit more comfortable. He has just walked the horse up into the trailer when he sees Morgan pull out of the parking lot. Huck smiles and looks back up at the trail. He secures Atom and goes back to his own horse.

"Ready to ride back up there, Demon? Not often I have a bitch delivered to me." He rubs his horse's face. "Shame about Anna. I hate to kill her but this time they both die and we move on. May head out west this time. What do you think?"

He pulls himself up into the saddle. Ranger Bennett had been ever so helpful in telling him exactly where the ladies were going. Huck will meet them at the last stop on their trip. He should have enough time to set a trap before the heavy storms return. He can kill Anna and drag the brunette agent into the woods. Damn fools will probably never even find her body.

Whistling a happy tune he turns Demon towards the trail and starts his journey towards his final confrontation in this park as the first raindrops start to fall.