Rossi sighed and sat down at the table. He looked over the worried faces and shook his head. "Haley's with him, he's okay." He assured quietly as he sat his bag next to his seat.

Morgan didn't object. He nodded as he passed Rossi the file. "Still only two victims, but the unsub is most likely stalking another right now. There were no signs of struggle, but we don't think that either victim knew their attacker."

Rossi nodded and pushed open the file, glancing over the pictures once again. "Do we know anything about him?" He said as he looked up to Morgan, the others having gotten back to work.

Morgan shook his head. "All we've got right now is overkill." He looked at the pictures they had pinned to the board. He sat back on the table and crossed his arms.

Reid was outlining many things on the map, high schools, colleges, where the victims had lived. He asked JJ to go with him to visit the Trim household and see if he could find anywhere a car could sit without being seen. JJ agreed and grabbed the keys. "Morgan, Spence and I are headed back to the Trim place."

Morgan looked up and nodded, "Call if you find anything." He said as he focused back on the victims. He sighed and pulled out his phone, answering on the first ring. "Hey baby girl." He answered easily. "Your on speaker." He said as he turned her on speaker, hoping she behaved.

Garcia rolled her eyes at being put on speaker. She always enjoyed flirting with him and she knew he liked it to, but sometimes he was a buzzkill. She immediately perked up and starting spouting information she had pulled up. "Well, my favorite group of people, there are many, many, single fathers in Denton, Texas, but only three have that same family. Youngest daughter, two older boys."

Morgan's brow furrowed. If they went out now, there was a possibility they could find the unsub outside the house. "Address'?"

"Already send them to you, my love. Dad's are Anthony Haynes, lived in Texas all his life, moved from Dallas about four years ago, next is Toni Thompson, lived in the same house for twenty years."

Morgan nodded, about to grab the keys when he realized that JJ took them and they didn't have time to call for another van. He sighed and asked Prentiss to ask for a squad car. He had been planning Hotch and Rossi to pick up another one when they flew in. "Alright thanks baby girl." He was about to end the call when Rossi spoke up.

"Hang on Garcia, can you see if you can find out what happened to their wives?"

Garcia nodded, "Of course! These fingers are ready for digging. Be safe my lovelies."

The call ended.

Prentiss walked in and held up some keys, "Lets go." She tossed the keys to Morgan and led the way out the door to another one of their SUV's.

Rossi rolled his eyes. "Didn't think I'd leave you in the dark, did I?" He chuckled as he slipped into the front.

Reid and JJ slowly pulled up to the Trim household. Reid stepped out and looked around. There wasn't much around here. Maybe a few tiny trees dotted along the sidewalk, but definitely nowhere to hide your car without being noticed. Reid crossed his arms as JJ left to go talk to the neighbors and see if there was a possibility if they saw anything.

Reid thought it all out in his head. The only place a car could be without causing attention would be to drive by. He shook his head, the curls on his head lightly bouncing. That wouldn't make any sense either unless he drove by many times an hour just to see if it was clear to strike. He glanced up from his feet as he watched a man walk his dog down the sidewalk.

The man stopped and stared at the officers standing in the driveway. His Greyhound took a seat at his feet. He shook his head as he lightly yanked up on the leash as he continued to walk, his dog following behind.

Reid watched him go, his brow furrowed in thought. That was it… He waited for JJ to get back from the neighbor's house. She easily saw that he had figured something out. "What's up?" She asked as she stepped up into the van.

"The unsub walked by. Wether he was on a jog, or walking his dog-"

"Spence, if he walked by, he would have to show up more times than if he drove." JJ cut in, trying to understand where he was coming from.

"Maybe, but not if there's more than one unsub."

JJ rolled the idea in her mind. She shook her head and started the car. "It's possible. Call Morgan, see what they think." She nodded as she pulled away from the curb. Morgan had sent her the address they needed to check out next.

Morgan pulled up to the house of Anthony Haynes. He looked around. There weren't any obvious cars on the street, nobody even driving by. This neighborhood seemed like a bit of a ghost town. He glanced at the clock.

'7:39'

He shook his head and stepped out, the other two doing the same. They walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

A tall, Guatemalan man opened the door. He looked at them, confusion clear on his face.

"Anthony Haynes?" The man nodded. "Derek Morgan, these are Agents Rossi and Prentiss, we're with the FBI." They all held up their badges. "We just want to ask you a few questions."

Morgan and Rossi settled down with Anthony at the table while Prentiss got a quick look around the house.

"What's this about?" Anthony shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest. He had heard about the murders on the television, but he had never met either of those dads. He looked up from the table.

"Sir, we just need to know a few things." Morgan nodded.

The small interrogation began. Anthony had never seen an unknown car parked, or drive by there house. The neighborhood was usually quiet, much like it is now. All of the families are either elderly, or the kids have grown up and moved on.

They glanced up in confusion at the sound of the front door opening. "Sir, is your daughter home?" Rossi asked quickly, his hand falling to his gun.

Anthony shook his head. "She's supposed to be at a friends house." He pushed himself up, worry clear in his face.

Morgan put his hand up to stop him and shook his head as he reached for his gun. He followed Rossi's lead, and slowly stepped out of the kitchen. "Freeze! FBI!" Morgan growled, his gun raised.

In the open door, a tall, muscular man stood. He was covered with black, head to toe. He cursed loudly, dropping the knife he held in his gloved hand and turned around, sprinting the way he had come.

Morgan and Rossi reacted quickly and followed, their guns in their hands. Adrenaline pushed through their veins, causing them to run faster.

The man moved like a shadow, quick and expertly. He jumped up onto a fence and scaled it, no problem, having practiced many times before. Morgan jumped on the other side, while Rossi had turned around, finding another way, hoping he could cut him off.

Morgan was right on his tail. "Hey!" He yelled as the man turned a corner. He followed, immediately slamming his heels into the ground to avoid his collision with Rossi. "Rossi? What the hell?"

Dave shook his head as they stood in an empty alley, having no clue where there suspect had gone.