The Blessing

They were outside a cabin overlooking a lake. They were surrounded mostly with dense forest. They drew out their guns and walked towards the cabin. Morgan, JJ, Kamen and Hotch took the front while the others went around the back. The door was already slightly opened.

"FBI! We're coming in!" shouted Hotch.

The place was empty.

The team slowly walked into every part of the house, like exploring an ancient cave, seeking answers sullen walls had withhold within for very long.

Reid called out from the east part of the cabin, "Guys, I found were Ryan lived all along".

Ryan's room was a small room with just a bed, closet and a table. He had used candle for lighting. It was well kept.

"The room's well dusted. He knew we were going to get him. This could be a trap", Rossi said.

"No, i don't think so. He only kills the one he has to protect. In that case, we're his enemies and thus obstacles he just needs to stay away from", said Reid.

The walls of his room held a lot though. There were newspaper cuttings, paintings and words etched by a sharp object. They appeared to be randomly placed. Only upon close observation by Reid did it look like a pattern. Everything was a part of something but on the whole, nothing made any sense. There were descriptions of weight loss plans to terror report articles. He was a good painter, judging by his portraits. Everything looked fresh. He had got everything freshly printed and attached to the walls.

Reid looked at the others and nodded. He knew, it was his job to decipher this wall.

After a while, Reid came out looking as sullen as the walls. Hotch; Morgan and the detective were present in the room.

They looked up. Morgan said, "Well?"

"He's playing a game with us. On the wall is a poem. I ran it through in every possible angles and this one makes sense the most."

"A poem? That bastard is getting sicker!" said the detective.

"What does it say, Reid?" said Hotch.

That room Hotch was arranged especially for us to see. Everything looked arranged and the mild dust on the furniture suggests he was last here only two weeks ago", Reid stopped. He saw everyone's faces and looked down at his notepad saying-

"Four to save in all
hence four have to die.
when realization of the fourth comes
i will be brought back to life."

"That's all?"Hotch asked, "Is there anything more Reid.

"That's all it is Hotch. He knows us too well", he replied,"He has planned it all along."

"He likes to be in control" ,Hotch said.

"I think the meaning is pretty clear. He has already got three of them. One more to go. Reid isn't there anything about what he does with the kids?" Morgan asked.

Reid shook his head. "He's playing a game with us."

From the other side of the cabin, JJ called out. Everyone walked to the room she, Alex and Rossi were in.

"We found out how Ryan found his victims. He was a street photographer", JJ said.

"Ryan was intelligent enough to make his way through things. He must have had good socializing skills to get to know people." said Alex.

Reid walked in and picked up Ryan's camera. "I have found our fourth victim, guys".