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A/N: Okay. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed! Here's the next chapter!!! Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for the beta. I don't own the chapter title either. That belongs to the absolutely fabulous Stone Temple Pilots!

Chapter 11.

Creep

Cory was staring at her phone, cursing the fact that Alistair still had not called. In addition to her first message, she had left another three messages for him. Damn it! Why in the hell won't he call me back, she seethed. She was interrupted from her anger by a soft tap on the door. She looked up to see Lydia standing there, panic written on her face.

Cory drew her eyebrows together. "You okay? You looked like you swallowed a live fish," she questioned the younger woman.

Lydia bit her lip as she walked in. "Truth be told, I don't know. Derek just called. He's on his way in."

Cory cocked her head. "Okay. So he's going to help us build a possible profile. Why do you look nervous about that?"

Lydia drew in another breath. "Because, talking to him over the last couple of weeks has made me remember how good we were together. Just the sound of his voice could make me go weak in the knees and it still does." She looked at Cory, confusion darkening her eyes. "What's wrong with me? I mean, I have this great thing going on with Sheldon. Why am I having these thoughts about Derek?"

Cory studied her friend, knowing some of what she was going through. "Because you love him," she said simply.

"But I love Sheldon!" Lydia protested.

Cory shook her head. "It is possible to love two men at the same time," she began, raising her hand to prevent Lydia from interrupting her. "Look, when I met Danny, I wouldn't accept my feelings for him because of James. I knew that I was still head over heels in love with my dead fiancé. But, I learned that it was okay for me to love both. I love Danny in a way that I never loved James, but I love James in a way that I'll never love Danny."

"But what does it mean? Who am I meant to be with?"

Cory looked at her, her heart going out to Lydia. "I honestly can't tell you that, sweetie. That's a decision that only you can make," she said softly.

Lydia smiled wryly at her. "Why am not surprised that you said that?" she sighed. "But, I guess that you're right. I just need some time to sort out my feelings."

Cory smiled at her. "Trust me, you'll have that time and I'm here if you ever need to talk."

"Thanks Cory," Lydia said, her eyes still dark with her confusion. She was about to say something else when another knock sounded on the door. She looked up, unsurprised to see Derek standing there. She rose from her seat with a smile. "Hi, Derek," she greeted him softly.

Morgan looked at his former girlfriend, feeling the familiar tightening in his chest. He had known the moment that she left him that he was in love with her, but he didn't fault her for leaving. She had waited around for him for two years before his inability to commit had driven her away. He was just thinking his lucky stars that this case had brought her back in his life.

"Hey, Lyd. It's good to see you," he greeted her, looking at the striking redhead with shadowed eyes behind the desk. "You must be SSA Corinne Reid." He offered his hand.

Cory stood, taking in the good looking black man. She had to admire Lydia for her taste in men. "Call me Cory," she drawled accepting his handshake. She then motioned to the other chair in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat. Lydia told me that you are here on your vacation since your team didn't deem this case a high priority because there is no obvious threat."

Morgan heard the undertone of frustration in her voice and understood. "Yeah. But, I believe Lydia when she says that you think this could be something big. So why don't you bring me up to speed. Like when the UnSub first contacted you."

Cory nodded her head and began to go over the case with him.

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When Hawkes got back to the lab, the first thing he did was log in the little evidence that they had. Adam went to get the warrant to get the surveillance footage from every camera that was on the street. Logging in the evidence took Hawkes only a few minutes; there really wasn't a lot of physical evidence. After he was done, he walked down to the morgue to see if Sid had anything for him.

"Hey, Sid," he called as he walked in, noticing the numerous bodies that were lying on the tables. "I guess you haven't gotten to my vic, yet."

Sid looked up from the body of a young woman. "No sorry, Sheldon. There are two shootings and one auto related death in front of you. If you want, you can get his fingerprints."

Hawkes nodded, pulling on gloves and grabbing the fingerprint ink. Quickly, he got the prints and then waved to Sid as he was leaving. "Just call me when you get your results," he advised over his shoulder.

Back up in the lab, he quickly scanned in the fingerprints and waited for AFIS to give him something. It didn't take long. In a few moments, he had a match. Jackson Webb. Smiling, he dialed Flack. "Flack, I got a match on our vic's fingerprints. Jackson Webb. He's in the system because there was a child molestation charge against him that was dropped."

"You got an address?" Flack answered as he grabbed the keys from his desk.

"Yeah. I'll meet you at the motor pool," Hawkes responded, grabbing his kit.

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An hour later, Flack and Hawkes pulled up to an older apartment building in Queens. After getting the super, so they could unlock the door, they made their way up to the fifth floor. Flack walked in first and was greeted by a Golden Retriever. "Hey there, girl," he said to the dog as he gave it a scratch. The dog bounced around before looking at Flack with adoration in its eyes. Flack just shook his head as he cleared the small apartment, finding no one but the dog.

"Clear," he called back to Hawkes, who snapped on his gloves and began to look around the apartment. Flack noted the cleanliness of the apartment, but with a wide selection of children's toys. He shook his head in disgust. This is so not helping me like clowns anymore.

Hawkes walked around the apartment, not sure exactly what he was looking for, but knowing that a healthy thirty-five year old man did not drop dead for no reason. His gut was telling him that he was murdered, even though they had not gotten the results of the autopsy yet. He was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what the bowl of clear liquid on the table was when the dog ran in, skidded across the floor and crashed into the table. The bowl of liquid teetered on the edge before falling off, splashing Hawkes in the process. "Bad dog!" he exclaimed.

The dog seemed to understand him and slunk off towards the living room and Flack with its tail between its legs. Hawkes shook his head as he moved to the bedroom and found a computer. Quickly, he turned it on; the images on it sickened him. Child porn, god that is awful, he thought sadly, not able to look that the images on the screen. Sighing, he bagged up the computer for evidence and moved back to the living room.

"Anything?" Flack asked.

"No. Just a computer full of child porn. Why do I think that his death has to do with that?"

Flack sighed, "Because we've seen it all before, man. I found pictures that suggest that he had a child. Maybe the mother can tell us something."

"Maybe," Hawkes agreed before removing his gloves and making his way out the door behind Flack and back to the lab, with hope that Sid could get him a cause of death.

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Across the Atlantic, Alistair was sitting at his desk. He was conflicted. On one hand, he felt like he had made the correct decision in not telling Cory about Etienne. He felt that it was his responsibility alone to capture the man who had shattered his belief in humans being able to change. He remembered the day that he had convinced his supervisor to allow him to bring the man into InterPol. But less than six months later, he was proven wrong.

Etienne had gone off the grid and with him, the combined intelligence on some of the most wanted criminals in the world. Soon after, Alistair had learned that he was selling himself and information on confidential informants to the highest bidder. He had never learned who he had finally sold the information to, but the result was unmistakable. Within weeks, there were attacks on undercover operatives all over the world. Two of his best friends in the agency had been brutally murdered. He realized now that he burned with a need for revenge that was complete and total.

He knew that when Etienne had resurfaced after being a ghost for five years that he should have confided in Cory. He knew the moment he had seen the sketch of the man that had picked Alexis up at the airport who he was, but he told himself that he had no clue who Etienne was working for now and any information that he could have given her was outdated and useless.

So now he was staring at telephone after listening to Cory's latest message. She had almost broken his resolve to solve this on his own, but then he pulled out the picture of Etienne. He knew that he and he alone had to be the person that brought Etienne down.

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When Flack and Hawkes got back to the lab, Adam was waiting for them with a dejected look on his face. "Nothing on the surveillance footage. Jackson Webb was walking on the street and then he started having seizures and collapsed."

Hawkes furrowed his brow, processing the symptoms in his head. "It sounds like he was poisoned, but I don't know by what. Have you heard from Sid yet?"

Adam shook his head. "Other that there is still one person in front of our victim, no."

Flack looked at the two men. "Okay, so right now we have no evidence that Jackson Webb was killed, other than a suspicious death. Motive?"

Hawkes began to pace. "He's been accused of molestation, but never convicted, so he has no criminal record, but the computer I found was full of child porn."

Flack cocked his head. "And it looks like he might have a child." He turned to Adam. "Adam, can you find out everything about our vic?"

Adam grinned. "Of course," he confirmed as he slid his chair over to his computer. He began typing and within moments reciting the facts that he'd found. "Jackson Webb, born, December 31, 1972. Both parents dead. Got married to Angelica Piedmont on April 19, 1997. Son Jacob born May 5, 2000, so that would make him eight now. They divorced in 2001. From the looks of it, it was not an amicable divorce, but a year later is when the molestation charges began."

"Get me an address on the ex-wife. I'll bring her in after we get the autopsy results if the cause of death was not natural."

The three men looked at each other, each wondering if the rise in unsolvable cases was just a temporary problem.

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A few hours later, Adam and Hawkes had run every bit of evidence that they had. There were no open accusations against the victim, and no sign of foul play on the surveillance footage. They finally decided to put the case on hold until they got the results of the autopsy.

They were just putting the remaining evidence in lock up when Hawkes felt the room spinning and had to grab a shelf for support. Adam looked at him with concern. "You okay?"

Hawkes steadied himself on the shelves. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just haven't been sleeping much. Exhaustion has finally caught up with me," he said just as his phone beeped. "Looks like Sid has our results." He began to walk toward the morgue, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

When they walked into the morgue, they found Sid with a very serious expression on his face. "Your vic was murdered," he stated baldly, no hint of his usual banter in his voice.

Adam looked at Sid. "What killed him?"

Sid opened his mouth to answer when Hawkes began to shake. He rushed around the table in enough time to catch his friend before he fell to the ground, calling out to Adam, "Call 911 now!"

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Cory, Lydia and Morgan were sitting at a restaurant close to the FBI building. So far, they had worked on trying to figure out if the school shooter was really going to follow through with the threats or if it was just a hoax. They were all in agreement that the attack would happen, they just didn't know when.

Cory sighed in exasperation. "So basically, you're telling me that I'm screwed until this guy actually makes a move, aren't you," she addressed Morgan.

Morgan looked up at her. "Pretty much. Without an actual attack, there's just not enough information to build a profile or even narrow down where the attack will happen." He looked at her apologetically before trying to change the topic. "So, Cory. Are you by any chance related to Spencer Reid? He works in the BAU."

Cory looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's just that you bear this amazing resemblance to him, so I thought I'd ask."

Cory shook her head and laughed. "Okay. That was just really random, but as far as I know, I don't have any relatives here. My dad was an only child and my mom had an identical twin that died when they were ten, so it's just my sister and I."

Morgan nodded. "Okay," he said as he looked at his watch. "Wow, it's almost four. I'd better let you two get back to work," he said before looking at Lydia. "Lyd? Would you like to have dinner tonight to catch up?"

Lydia bit her lip. "I'm not sure, Derek," she answered honestly. "Can I get back to you after I check my schedule?"

Morgan looked at her. "All right—" he began before Cory's phone interrupted him.

"Reid?" she answered before her eyes opened wide. "Oh my god. We'll be right there." She turned to Lydia. "Lydia, we have to go."

"What happened? Something with the fireworks?" Lydia asked, instantly realizing that something momentous had occurred.

Cory just bit her lip. "No. Sheldon's just been rushed to the hospital."

AN: Okay. I know that this is a cliffhanger and I don't have 12 written yet, but please don't curse me! I promise, Hawkes will live through whatever has had him rushed to the hospital. Also, I have made a decision in regardss to Spencer and Cory being related, but I'm just waiting to create the perfect opportunity to answer that question! For a side note...it may be a little bit before the next chapter. I'm moving at the end of the month and have been spending a lot of time packing!

Soccer - I didn't get to drink on my 21st b-day. I was in Cali visiting family, but they threw me an impromtitude birthday party! God, that's been a while....here you go. No clue on when I'm going to get 12 finished.

Maddy - I think people will like them. I've got lots and lots of drama planned. My muse was in Bora Bora for about 2 months. I just got her back, so I'm happy for that! I'm glad you love the ghost tours, so do I! It's so fascinating. I so feel your pain. When I'm in NOLA, I need a sport liver too!!!! :p