A/N: Sorry if the beginning was a bit boring, and again for how long it has taken me to update. My life is crazy busy right now. Thanks for reading, I am striving to get the next chapter up tomorrow or the next day. Please review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is CBS's, not mine.

Warning: None.

Word Count: 634

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Despite the BAU`s hopes that Carson Zander was bluffing, by the time they had returned to the police station there was indeed another victim.
"44-year-old Kyle Van Pelt was eating lunch with his wife, daughter and stepsons." JJ sighed, staring at the picture of the now fatherless little girl. No one deserved to lose a parent like that. "Shot exactly like the others. According to Garcia, Kyle purchased a table from Carson Zander`s store last week."
"What did Garcia find out about Zander?"
"Born March 19, 1981. In 88` when he was seven, his father was shot to death at the dinner table, in the presence of Carson, his mother and his two-year-old sister Stephanie. He dropped out of high school at age seventeen and took up running his dad's old store at eighteen. His mother and sister died in a car accident a week before the first murder."
"That's the stressor," Reid interjected, "losing the only family he had left."
"Is there any place he would hide out?" Prentiss asked. JJ shook her head.
"The store is the only place he's ever lived".
"What was the significance of the house where the tip was called in?"
"He played there as a child, no one has lived there for decades." Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly
"We know everything about this guy, yet still have no way to stop him from killing again."

Carson Zander stood outside the house, watching through the window. He saw a family; a mother, a father and two children. They were talking and laughing. They were happy. Too happy.

"They need to suffer, suffer like I did," he muttered to himself. Carson thought about when the family came into his father's store two weeks before. The man had been carrying his youngest daughter, about two years old on his shoulders. They were looking for an antique book case. The little girl was so beautiful. The same age Stephanie was when it happened, and she had the same curly black hair. For a second he reconsidered what he was about to do. Stephanie suffered so much afterwards. She cried all the time, and Carson didn't want this poor little girl to go through the same thing.

"I have to, they have to understand. They won't understand unless I show them." His mind was made up.

3 days later...

The BAU did everything they could to find Carson Zander, but they were having no luck. Every day there was another victim, sometimes more than one. They were at the end of their rope when they received a text from the most wanted man in New Jersey. Carson Zander claimed to be turning himself in and sent an address for the team to meet him at.

"I recognize that address, it's an old cabin on the edge of town!" the police chief exclaimed. Hotch asked her how far. "About a twenty minute drive this time of day." He nodded to Morgan.

"Make it ten."

The agents got into their black SUV's. It had been decided that they would go in first and the police detectives would surround the cabin, acting as back up. Hotch and Morgan went in the first car, and the others were in the second.

"Hotch, I'm not sure about this. Something doesn't seem right. Why would Zander turn himself in when we weren't even close to finding him yet?"

"I know, I don't like it either, but we don't have a choice. We have to go in. There's the cabin," Hotch said, pointing out the driver's side window.

"FBI FREEZE!"