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Not quite the end, but we're working our way down to it. Next part might be the last (and yeah, I know I said that about this chapter too, but I mean it this time). I'm not trying to drag this out, or put off the inevitable end, I swear. Please read and review and as always, enjoy!

Jimmy stood watching the team members work. Unfortunately he was too far away to hear anything that they might be saying, but their words didn't matter to him. What did matter was the man. Him.

He stood with the others. In between talking and examining the body he kept glancing over at one of the others. A man; almost as tall as himself, dark skinned, shaved head. Very handsome by most standards.

What he found most interesting though was that the darker man kept glancing over at him as well.

After several minutes of gesturing that clearly went along with the conversation among the group, they left the crime scene. He and the darker man walked over to one vehicle and climbed in. A quick kiss was shared between them and he felt sick to his stomach.

This one couldn't even claim that he wasn't gay. He really could be the last. He'd finally found the one he needed. The one to complete the transformation.

Once he was gone, then he'd be free.

Then he'd be normal and all his problems would be gone.

He rushed over to his car and hopped in, being sure to keep their SUV in sight. He wanted to be sure he got him tonight.

-x-

Reid looked out the window of the SUV on the way back to the police station. Morgan glanced over at him as they sat at a red light.

"Spence," Morgan said, his voice filled with worry, "I don't like this."

Reid looked at the other man. "What don't you like?"

"Everything about this case." He lifted his foot of the brake as the light turned green and they continued forward. "This last victim...our guy is either upping his time table or he's becoming increasingly violent."

"Well we won't really know more until the autopsy is done."

"Spence, you know what I mean." Morgan glanced at him. He placed his hand on Reid's leg and squeezed gently.

Reid placed his own hand over it. He smiled at Morgan. "I know what you mean, and don't worry, I'll be ok. We're going to get this guy."

"I know we will." Morgan answered. He pulled his hand away and adjusted his rear view mirror.

They pulled into the motel parking lot and got out of the car. The autopsy wouldn't be back for a couple of hours and it would take at least that long to catalog and process the evidence from the crime scene.

They walked towards the motel door and Morgan paused for a moment, looking at the doorway to the bar across the street. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You go ahead, I'll be there in a little bit."

"Are you sure you should be drinking?" Reid asked.

"There's nothing else we can do for now." Morgan responded. "I just wanna clear my head for a couple of minutes."

Reid nodded and walked away. Morgan's hand grabbed his wrist and tugged him back around. Dark eyes looked into Reid's. "I love you."

Reid smiled. "I know. I love you too." He pecked him on the lips quick and walked into the motel.

-x-

Jimmy walked into the motel just minutes after the two had separated, leaving him all alone.

He followed him, staying far enough behind and out of sight.

He walked up to the door. He could hear the jingling of the keys as the door was unlocked. His target walked through the doorway, leaving Jimmy alone in the hall.

Jimmy waited a moment and walked up to the door. He collected himself and knocked on the door. There was a pause.

"Who is it?" the voice called through the door.

He knew that he'd be cautious. He was a member of FBI. He'd been able to hear that much from the talk around him. That didn't matter. What did matter was his death.

"My name's Jimmy. This is gonna sound really weird, but is there any way I can use your phone? My cell is dead and my girlfriend is out and I forgot to get our room key from her. I gotta call her so she can drop it off."

There was a momentary pause. "Why not just use the phone at the desk?"

"The guy at the desk is a jerk. We've been here for a week and he's tried charging us extra for everything he possibly could. I'd really rather avoid getting a ten dollar "convenience charge" for using the phone there, cause I really wouldn't put it past him."

Jimmy stood there, looking as innocent as possible. He knew that this guy would be checking him out through the peephole because he'd be on his guard.

That was the problem with his target being police. They knew the ropes and he'd have to be on his own guard. But this was the last one. This last one and he'd be whole again.

Finally the door opened; not much, but just enough that he was able to push his hand out with a cell phone. Jimmy could see that the chain lock on the inside was still locked.

"Thanks." Jimmy told him, reaching out for the phone. He grabbed hold of his hand when he grabbed the phone and jerked hard. He heard the other mans head thump against the door and a mumbled groan. Pulling hard on his arm again, he slammed the other mans head into the door once more. He let and shoved his shoulder against the door, breaking the chain. He looked down at the tall man.

'Finally.' Jimmy thought. 'All of this can come to an end.'

He picked the other man up and carried him away, going down the fire escape and taking the long way around the building to where he'd parked his car.

-x-

Morgan walked out of the bar. He'd decided to not have a drink after all and had spent ten minutes sitting at the bar drinking a soda, staring mindlessly at the TV. He'd been forced to leave when the news came on and the head story was their latest victim.

He walked across the street and walked into the motel. He got to the doorway and panic flooded through him at the sight of the open doorway.

Morgan rushed into the room and searched around, finding it empty. Everything was still in it's place, but Reid was nowhere to be found. He pulled his phone out and called Hotch.

"What is it Morgan?" Hotch said, answering the phone.

"Reid is gone. I left him alone for ten minutes, and now he's gone." Morgan turned back towards the doorway. He spotted a splotch of blood on the back of the door. "Hotch, I got blood on the door."

"Don't touch anything. Stay right there and I'll call the police chief and have a crime unit there as soon as possible. I'll be there in five minutes."

-x-

Hotch got to Morgan and Reid's room and stopped. Morgan sat outside in the hallway, head hung between his hands.

"Did you touch anything?" Hotch questioned.

Morgan looked up at him, eyes rimmed in red. "No."

"We will find him." Hotch told him.

"Hey." JJ said, walking up to the two.

Garcia walked up to Morgan and kneeled down next to him. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry." She put her arms around Morgan and held him.

"I was just across the street. He was only alone for ten minutes." Morgan said, his voice quivering. "I was afraid that something like this was gonna happen."

"Why were you across the street?" Hotch questioned.

"I know I shouldn't have, but I was in the bar. I was going to get a drink. I didn't though, I ended up just having a soda. But I still shouldn't have left him alone."

"You had no way of knowing this could happen." Hotch tried to comfort him. "We'll deal with your foray later."

Morgan could only nod.

"Let's head back over to the police station and add Reid's information to what we already know." Emily suggested.

"I'll stop at the desk and ask for the surveillance footage. Maybe we caught a better look at the guy." Hotch said.

Morgan stayed silent. Angry tears threatened to spill over his cheeks.

-x-

Twenty minutes later...

Morgan stood there staring at the board they had set up. How had they let this happen. How had helet this happen.

Again.

Morgan shook his head and slammed his fist onto the table in front of him. If anything happened to Reid he'd never forgive himself.

That was the moment he realized that nothing else mattered. The moment he realized that he'd do anything to get him back safe and sound, regardless of the consequences.