Reid and Prentiss walked intp the precinct with the elderly lady they had interviewed. Morgan and Rossi were right ebhind them. Prentiss had called them to let them know about the lead they had and they had decided it was best to come in. They weren't having much luck anyway, and this woman might have seen the UNSUB.

When they walked in Hotch, JJ, and Amy were sitting at the table going over case notes. Hotch looked up when they approached the table. Noticing the woman he asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Virginia Jennings," Reid introduced the grey haired woman standing next to him. "She lives in one of the houses across the street, and we think she may have seen the UNSUB."

"UN- what now?" Mrs. Jennings asked.

"It means unknown subject," Amy clarified. "It's the term we use during an investrigation the identify the man we are looking for."

"Mrs. Jennings says that she has seen a man..."Reid began, but was cut off by Mrs. Jennings.

"I can speak for myself young man." Reid shifted awkwardly. This was the second time she had admonshed him, and this time it was infront of the whole team. He could tell that they were fighting laughter. Even Amy was smiling.

Hotch pulled out a chiar for her at the table. "Please, have a seat and tell us what you saw."

"Just like I told the other two, I watch out the window every morning," She began. "The little girl is always out there with her big brother, riding around on her bike. There is some man who is always walking his dog by the house and talking to them. I never gave it much thought because I assumed the parents knew and that he was a friend. And he always left before the boy went off to school."

"But this morning was different." Rossi said.

She nodded. "Yes. Today he came by with out his dog but he had the leash. And he spoke only to the girl. Her brother was talking to some girl form down the road. Then she just walked off with him. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the police."

The rest of the team processed the new information while Prentiss caught officer Davies attention. "Excuse me, but do you have a sketch artist? Or know where we can get one?"

Davies shook his head. "I'm sorry Agent Prentiss, but we're a small precinct. we can't afford a sketch artist and the nearest one I know of is about a 3 hour drive away."

"Prerfect."

"Now what do we do?" Reid asked.

Hotch seemed to give it some thoguht, then looked over at Amy. "You used to be pretty good at drawing. Do you think you could do it?"

Amy hesitated. "I can try. It's certainly better then nothing."

"Alright then, you can use Lt. Michaels office." Amy lead Mrs. Jennings into the office to work on the sketch.

A few minutes later a young girl around 15 walked in. She was about 5ft. 2in. with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She was accompanied by another woman who looked much the same, only about 20 years older and a little taller. She looked lost as she spoke to one of the local officers, who pointed her in the direction of the BAU. She walked up to them hesitenly.

"Excuse me," The older woman asked, "But I was told to speak to an Aaron Hotchner."

Hotch looked up from the file he was reading. "I'm Aaron Hotchner."

"My name is Lindsay O'Niel and this is my daughter Julie," she said. "My daughter told me something that I think would help you find Mallory Richmond."

The rest of the team turned there attention to the young girl after hearing what her mother had to say. She became hesitent under the gaze of the agents.

"It's okay honey," Lindsay reassured her daughter. "Just tell them what you told me."

"Would you two like to sit down?" Rossi offered.

"Thank you," Mrs. O'Niel said, taking a seat across the table from him. Julie took the seat next to her mother.

The girl fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she spoke, "I was waiting for the bus this morning when this guy came up to me. He said he was Will's uncle." She paused.

"Take your time," Prentiss said. "Whenever you're ready."

Juilie took a deep breath. "He told me that Will was shy and that he needed a girl to talk to him to gain his confidence. He paid me $20 to go up and wait with him for the bus."

"Did he give you a name?" Reid asked.

"He said his name was Travis Richmond."

The profilers took in yet more information on the UNSUB. Not only had he established prior contact with Mallory, he had also set up a distraction for the brother and used a ruse to lure the girl away. The profile was starting to come together, and it looked like they were dealing with a sophiticated UNSUB.

"Mrs. O'Niel, would I be possible for you and your daughter to wait here? I'd like to have her give a description of the man to one of our other agents so she can draw up a composite sketch."

"Of course we can," Mrs. O'Niel replied. "Anything to help find that little girl."