After they drop Hotch off at the station, Rossi and Emily take a tour of the dump sites. It is at their fifth stop that Rossi's curiosity gets the best of him.

"What's going on with JJ, Emily?"

Emily sighs. "Promise this is between us?"

"As long as I don't think you or your wife is setting your up in some sort of danger."

"Fair enough," Emily replies. She tells him about the confrontation with Gresky that morning.

Rossi shakes his head. "He needs some time off. He's getting stupid."

"I agree. I doubt he'll approach her at the hotel but, well, I made her promise not to open the door to him."

"Good. And if he really threatens her or the babies he will probably find out her prowess with a gun."

Emily grins. "Most likely. And if not he'll find out how dangerous I can be," she vows.

Rossi pats her on the arm. "Let's hope it doesn't come to either of those scenarios."

Emily nods and gets out of the SUV. She and Rossi make their way into the skate park where the fifth head was found. As they turn around studying it, Emily suddenly stiffens.

"Holy shit. I get it!"

"Care to share?"

"All these places so far are populated during the day. But I bet at night there are more homeless around. He's fucking returning the victim to where he found them! I bet if we can get more info on the men killed we'll find the areas they frequented alive is where they were found dead. Well, their heads at least."

"If that's true, he has to stalk them; know where to find them," Rossi concludes.

"Exactly. And if that's the case, someone had to have seen him. Rossi, we have to refine our questions. This guy probably has a victim now if that last blood test request is connected. If so, he's got to be planning on victim number 25."

Rossi nods. "I agree. The problem is we don't know who to ask about."

Emily rolls her neck. "Right. There has got to be something we are missing."

"Well, you figured out one thing. Let's go see if there is more to find."

Emily nods and follows Rossi back to the SUV. As he drives, she suddenly gets an idea and pulls out her phone.

"Garcia, I know this is a very long shot but is there anything that connects the victims other than they are homeless? Anything in their past?" Emily's eyes widen at the response. "Are you serious? Thirteen of them? Holy shit."

Due to an accident, it takes Morgan and Reid nearly 2 and a half hours to get to the first dump site on their list. During that time, Reid had regaled the older agent with trivia about that area of Florida.

And Morgan had managed not to shoot him.

When they get to the location, Reid immediately looks around. "No car tracks."

"Nope. Not even walking paths. It is unlikely anyone stumbles onto the body by accident."

"Exactly." Reid scans the information in his eidetic memory. "This was the seventh body. Of the first 6 only the first was greatly decayed. They were found quickly before time and predators could do a lot of damage."

"Then the killer got smart. I bet we'll find 8 through 23 have all been better hidden."

"I agree." Reid thinks a moment. "But the heads…the heads are easily found. Some are still frozen so they hadn't been outside long. The heads matter; the bodies don't."

"Nope. He harvests what he wants from the bodies then discards them. He holds onto the head. Why?"

"Respect? Thanks?" Reid tosses out.

"Thanks…" Morgan says, considering that. "Maybe that's it. Maybe…maybe if he really is eating them he holds onto the head so he can note what he sees in that person and use it to choose someone in the future. Like a particular eye colour tends to have better meat, or something."

Reid considers that and nods. "A way to help him choose not only a victim but maybe how to prepare the meat." He sighs. "I know we're trying to remain open-minded but there is no reason to take two such large chunks of meat unless he is eating them."

"I know. We all know."

"So think of this from a chef's perspective: he would make notes on his recipes on what worked, what didn't, new things to try. He's probably preparing them different ways. Using the physical markers of the face, he could associate certain traits with various success and failures in cooking."

Morgan sighs. "You know, that sounds sick enough to be a possibility. Here's another: what if he just stares at the head as he eats. He breaks bread with his victim."

Reid winces. "That's…that's also possible and probably sicker than my thought."

Morgan chuckles. "Yeah, it is." He stretches and starts back towards the SUV. "Come on. Let's get to the next area. There were 3 bodies found there, right?"

Reid nods. "Yes. And 3 here. Never more than 3. Hmm…wonder if that's a part of his m.o. or just a coincidence?"

"Well when we catch him you can ask him."

Nolan smiles as Ryan Steen waves to him.

"Hi, Mr. Nolan!" Ryan says excitedly. "I thought you weren't going to be back until the weekend? Does these mean we're having our special dinner soon?"

Nolan Temple smiles. "It sure does, Ryan. I finished up the editing earlier than planned. How's the fence coming?"

The simple-minded man gets even happier. "Almost done! I told you I was a good worker! Come see, Mr. Nolan."

"Ryan, no need to say 'mister'. Just call me Nolan."

"Yes. Okay. Fine, Mr. Nolan," Ryan agrees.

Nolan rolls his eyes. It was almost too easy with this guy. They walk over to where Ryan had been painting and repairing a stretch of fencing.

"I hung the boards just like you said, Mr. Nolan. And then I painted them and I was real careful not to drip any on the ground. See?"

Nolan nods, impressed. "Very well done, Ryan." He slides a knife out of his pocket. He frowns, pretending to study something. "But is that slat slightly warped at the bottom there?"

Ryan gets a concerned look on his face. "I hope not." He drops to his knees and bends over. "No, Mr. Nolan, it is- -"

Nolan grabs Ryan by the hair, yanks, his head back, and slices the man's throat. Ryan's last living thought is that Mr. Nolan will not be happy about all the blood on the freshly painted white fence.

Nolan waits until the blood stops spurting before walking over to the shed and getting a wheelbarrow. By the time he returns Ryan Steen is dead. Nolan gets him into the wheelbarrow and takes the body to the shed. He cuts off the man's clothes and hoists him upside down into the air. Whistling a happy tune he carefully cleans the body, paying close attention to the meaty thighs as the blood drips from the body.

"Nice, Ryan. I didn't think you'd have a lot of muscle tone."

He goes to a work bench and picks up a finely honed knife and returns to his prey. In less than 5 minutes he has four roasts, two from each thigh. As he carefully wraps them and places them in his refrigerator he is still whistling his happy tune. He uses the hoist to take the body up even higher. From his workbench he picks up a rotary saw and uses practiced, efficient methods to cut through skin, bone and ligaments to remove the head. He places the head in a gallon Ziploc bag.

"Well, Ryan, I hope you don't mind but I need to get rid of your body before we can dine together. I do so look forward to our special dinner, as you called it."

Within the hour he has the body cleaned up and is on his way north to Lake Okeechobee to get rid of victim number 24.

JJ is reading one of the reports from Garcia when there is a knock on her hotel room door. She rolls her eyes knowing it could only be one person and she had no plans to open the door for him. She carefully tiptoes to the door and looks out the peephole.

Yep, it's Gresky.

She backs away, muting her phone in case it rings as he pounds again.

"Come on, Agent Jareau. I know you're in there. I need a favour. Come on! Open up!"

JJ goes back to the desk and continues to read the reports. For five minutes Gresky knocks on the door, begging for her to open it; pleading with her to talk to his lieutenant on his behalf. Just when it seems like he will never leave, it stops. JJ waits a few minutes then carefully makes her way to the door. She checks through the peephole and looks up and down the hall as best she can. He seems to be gone.

"Good," she mumbles as she walks back to her desk. "Maybe the ass will take this chance to get his head screwed on right before Emily has to make the adjustment for him."

Down the hall, Gresky waits. He had been sure a woman would open the door and check the hallway. When it doesn't happen, he sighs. Maybe she really wasn't there.

"So, what did we learn today?" Hotch asks his team as they regroup at 5.

"Garcia made a major discovery," Emily says. "Thirteen of our victims are featured in a documentary that was filmed last year on the homeless. It is up for several awards. Garcia is running anyone mentioned in the credits and will then start looking into companies listed in the credits."

"That could be hundreds of people," Morgan points out. "And, just playing Devil's Advocate, is 13 people that significant?"

Rossi nods. "It is when you find out they only focused on 15 people. And of the other two one died of an AIDS-related illness recently and the other has Hepatitis C."

"What about people in the background?" Reid asks. "Have any of them become victims?"

"JJ is watching the documentary now to see if she can find any of the other victims," Emily tells him. "If she sees someone or even thinks she does, she'll get the frame info to Garcia to run through facial recognition."

"Very good. Morgan, Reid, what did the body dump sites tell you?"

"With the exception of his first victim, the first few dumps were easily found. After that, he found a way to get rid of them to allow time for the weather and predators to do damage and help mask the way they died."

"You know, that first victim really bothers me," Rossi asks. "Who is that guy? Why can't we i.d. him and why was he so badly decomposed? Both his head and his body were in bad shape. Why?"

As if in answer to his question, Garcia calls. Hotch answers his phone. "You're on speaker, Garcia."

"I FOUND HIM! It wasn't easy because there is so little to work with but I finally got a partial hit on the artists' rendering and matched it to the missing flyers and then his name popped in the documentary search and I called and he is still missing only I don't think he is because he is- -"

"GARCIA!" Hotch's third attempt finally quiets the analyst. "Garcia, take a deep breath." She inhales loudly. "Now let it out slowly." She exhales slowly. "Good. Now who are you talking about?"

"Victim #1. His name is, uh, rather, was Gene Ickles. He was a student at LSU and was working as a summer intern when the documentary was shot. He wasn't on the film crew but was working with the company that did the editing. He disappeared on his way back to Louisiana. His car was found in Mississippi so the search for him has centered on that state but it looks like he never left Florida."

The gathered agents consider this a moment. Finally Hotch nods. "Great job, Garcia. Get everything you have on him to JJ. She and Reid are flying to Louisiana to meet with his parents and friends to find out if he had any concerns about someone."

"On it, Bossman," Garcia acknowledges. "I'll get their flights booked."

"Reid, head to the hotel, get with JJ, get packed and get going. You may not be able to reach anyone tonight so plan to hit it first thing in the morning."

Reid nods and stands. "Got it."

As soon as he is gone, Hotch looks at his phone. "Garcia, I am assuming you're running the employees of the editing house?"

"Yes, sir. If anything leaps out at me you'll know after I do."

"Good job, Garcia."

"Pen, you'll be working late," Emily starts.

"Already booked my room at Hotel Prentiss, Princess," Garcia finishes.

Emily smiles. "Good."

"I will be in touch with you, my Avengers, when I have more for you. Garcia out!"

Garcia hangs up and Hotch looks at his team. "Let's get a bite to eat, get to the hotel to change and get ready for a night out. Someone had to have seen something somewhere. We have a little more information now. Let's use it to our advantage."

The team stands and gets ready to go. Emily looks at Hotch. "Uh, about dinner?"

He smiles. "Go say goodbye. Just make sure to order something filling from room service."

Emily nods, grinning. "Will do. Thanks, Hotch."

As soon as JJ had gotten the call from Reid, she had started gathering her things for the trip to Baton Rouge. She is not surprised when her wife walks in 30 minutes later.

"Gee, skipping dinner with the team?"

Emily smiles and pulls her wife into a hug. "Had to say goodbye to the prettiest, most important member of the team."

JJ leans back and smiles at the brunette. "Charmer."

"Always," Emily says, punctuating the statement with a kiss. She leans back. "So did Gresky come back?"

"Nope, just showed up that one time. Guess he figured I had been sent somewhere else."

"Good. I really don't feel like beating a local LEO."

JJ chuckles. "I am so glad you can avoid it, then." She rubs a hand over Emily's cheek. "Promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise. Promise me you won't become an LSU fan."

JJ laughs. "Promise." She sighs. "I love you, Mrs. Prentiss."

Emily leans her forehead against JJ's. "I love you, too. Take care of our babies."

"Always."

The two kiss again…and it turns into a full on make-out session until Reid knocks on the door.

"Jayje? You ready?" he calls out.

JJ sighs. "Guess I need to go hang out with my affair."

Emily chuckles. "Yeah, I'll let you know if that ever worries me."

She walks over and opens the door as JJ grabs her go bag and briefcase. "Keep her safe, Reid."

He smiles. "I was hoping you'd tell her to keep me safe."

Emily chuckles. "I did. Promise."

He laughs. JJ walks over and gives Emily a hug.

"I love you, Em."

"Love you, too. See you all in a day or so."

Emily watches as they walk down the hall and get on the elevator. With a last wave they are gone. Emily sighs and goes into her room. She is contemplating what to do when she gets a text. She smiles as she reads the message from her wife.

"Emily, eat dinner."

She quickly texts back. "Was already ordering…as far as you know. :o) "

"Riiiiiight. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Emily puts her phone down and does, indeed order dinner. The Comfort Special is just what is needed to help get her through the night.

That and a call to the two cutest kids on the world.