William Reid strode into the hospital room wearing a grim expression that matched his somber charcoal grey suit. He carried a briefcase and what looked like a shopping bag.

"I'm Dr. Reid's father," he confronted Dr. Chilton. "Why are you keeping him here?"

"I didn't catch your name," Dr. Chilton responded stiffly.

"My name is William Reid. I'm Spencer's father and a defense attorney."

"Well, Mr. Reid, I was explaining to your son that we needed to do more tests before we release him. He's had a severe trauma and I feel it's best for him to remain here for another 24 hours."

"He appears to be healthy to me."

"You're not a physician, Mr. Reid. It's my opinion that Dr. Reid needs more time in a safe environment. I'm sure you know the FBI has been here multiple times, to interrogate him. I can keep them from badgering him unnecessarily."

"I hardly think that's an acceptable reason for keeping him here."

"My father's right." Spencer spoke up. "Please get my clothes and an AMA form."

"If that's what you want," Dr. Chilton said.

Her shoulders wilted and she shook her head. "I can see you're determined," she directed at Spencer. "I'll get your paperwork. Unfortunately, your clothing's ruined."

"Don't worry about that," William said dismissively. "I'll take care of it."

Dr. Chilton left after throwing one last scathing look in William Reid direction. He raised both his eyebrows and smiled. "Hello, son."

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asked harshly.

"I'm here to get you released. The police need you as a material witness, but you haven't been charged with a crime or involuntarily committed. You can leave whenever you want."

"I see, it's the lawyer talking."

"No," William went to his bed and sat on the edge. "I'm here because I'm your father and I care about you."

"You have an interesting way of showing it."

"I thought we had an understanding."

"We do have an understanding, dad, but you have to realize that I need time. I don't need you to come running to the rescue when I'm in trouble."

"I want to help you, Spencer. I love you, whether you believe it or not."

"I don't want to talk about this, Dad. I just want to get out of here."

William reached out and clapped a hand on Spencer's shoulder. His son flinched back away from him. His hand hung in space for a minute, then dropped to the shopping bag. "I thought you might need these. I'm not sure of your size, so they might be a little big."

Spencer took the bag and pulled out a pair of khaki pants and a short sleeved shirt, tan in color with a bit of a scoop to the neck. The socks matched the pants and there were a pair of white boxer shorts. "Thanks, Dad."

"I know you like mismatched socks, but I didn't have time to find some of the oddball patterns you favor."

Spencer studied him questioningly. "How do you know?"

"I'm a lawyer, I'm trained to notice things. "

Spencer finally smiled. "It's good luck."

"Are you sure, because you're here in this hospital after someone hypnotized you and left you wandering in the desert?"

"I suppose your right," Spencer said. "I guess that's bad luck at its worst."

"Now, get dressed. I'll wait outside and make sure Dr. Chilton returns with your paperwork."

"Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome."

William exited the room and Spencer picked up the clothing. It wasn't his style at all and it looked like it was a size to big, but it was better than nothing. He needed to get out of this room and find out who was after him.

CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM

"What do you think?" Rossi directed at Hotch. "These look like they could be our boy's early work."

Hotch studied the crime scene photos tacked up on the murder board. "The first victim was found in an alley near Arcadia Mall after midnight on March 30."

"The second victim, was found in a motel room miles from the Strip. They were strangled, and stabbed, but not held or tortured."

"He was practicing. The ME report said Shalisha Brown, the first victim showed hesitation marks, but there were none on Debbie Tomley."

"He got over his fear of blood quickly."

"Yes, and that scares me," Emily remarked.

"He's definitely got a type, they all resemble Amber Dunaway and Melody Walsh.

"They look like Elizabeth Summers, too." Morgan pointed out. "This began at the same time Dr. Telly decided to forgive Dr. Reid and ask for his friendship."

"A little convenient, don't you think?"

"Too convenient if you ask me."

"Neither girl has family, they were both orphans raised in the foster care system. Perfect victims for our killer."

Hotch's phone beeped and he scowled down at it. "Agent Hotchner."

He spoke for a few minutes and his face took on a look of rage that made the temperature in the room plunge by several degrees. "We'll be right there. Please secure the scene."

"What's wrong, Aaron?"

"Dr. Donovan's disappeared and there's sign of a struggle."

Morgan cursed under his breath. Rossi's eyes narrowed and Emily got to her feet. "We need to get out there."

"JJ," Hotch said as the others left the conference room. "I want you to contact Bennington. Let them know there might be a threat to Dianna Reid. Don't tell them anything to cause a panic. I'm going to stay here and see if there are more victims."

"I know exactly what to say. I'll take care of it," JJ assured him.

"Do you think she's in real danger?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances."

"What about Dr. Reid?"

"He's safe in the hospital for another 24 hours."

CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM

The first thing to catch Morgan's eye when he entered the apartment was the shattered coffee table. He crouched down and studied the pattern of broken glass and metal. A spot of red pulled his attention away from the mess to the outer edge of the patterned throw rug.

"Looks like blood," he motioned for one of the crime scene techs.

She knelt then opened her kit. "She didn't go willingly."

"No other signs of a struggle," Emily added as she looked at the door, the lock and the doorway itself. "I don't see any signs of forced entry."

"She knew him," Rossi put in. "She let him in because she felt safe."

"The blood is human," said the tech. "I'll get it back to the lab for DNA analysis. I also found hair that looks human."

She held up a plastic bag with one hair, a long wavy sample the exact color of Dr. Donovan. "Damn it," Morgan cursed. "Why her?"

"This doesn't make any sense," Emily observed. "Maeve's not his type."

"Leverage," Rossi suggested. "Dr. Reid is coherent now. The un-sub doesn't know what he'll say."

Morgan's phone beeped. "Hey, mama."

"I've got good news for you."

He talked to her for a short while then grinned as he pocketed his phone. "The warrant finally went through for William Reid's files. Garcia going through his computer at work and she found something."

"Don't keep us in suspense," Rossi said.

"Desert Mining is owned by one Frederick Telly, Dr. Telly's adopted father."

"Telly's adopted," Emily asked as her eyebrows went up.

"We need to talk to Mr. Telly."

Morgan ran his hand over his head in frustration. "That's just it, we can't. Mr. Telly was killed in a house fire 6 months ago."

"The same time all of this began," Rossi observed.

"Interesting timing," Emily added.

"I don't believe in coincidences."

"What about his mother?"

"She died when Telly was eleven, in a boating accident. Garcia's looking into more details, but I'm willing to bet there's more to it than a simple accident. Dr. Telly inherited everything. "

"Either way, he's looking better and better for all of this. People tend to die around him, way too easily," Emily added. "His alibi isn't worth a damn."

"Why would he need funding for an expedition when he's got daddy's millions," Emily wondered.

"A very good question.

"Let's get back to the police station," Rossi said. "Hotch, JJ and Sutton might have more for us on the murders of those two prostitutes and –"

Rossi's phone beeped an interruption and he scowled at it. "What now?"

He answered and they all perked up when Hotch's name was mentioned. Rossi spoke only briefly then turned his irritation on Morgan. "Dr. Reid left the hospital."

"What? I thought Dr. Chilton had more tests and observation."

"She did, but Dr. Reid's father showed up and convinced her to let him sign out AMA."

"That's just wonderful, now we have to worry about him."

"Hotch said the locals are on it."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

Rossi smirked at his friend. "I agree, but he needs police protection."

"I'm gonna call Garcia. We need more information on Dr. Reid and his connection to Telly."

"I think we need to speak to Dr. Reid again," Rossi added. "Perhaps we can motivate Dr. Switch to try and help Dr. Reid get his memory back.

CMCMCMCMCMCMCM

"I don't want to go home," Dr. Reid said, as his father turned his car toward his apartment. "I need to see Maeve. She's in danger."

"That's why you were trying so hard to get the doctor to let you leave," William said.

"Yes, the killer wants to punish me. It makes sense that he'd try to hurt Maeve."

"I don't understand," William said as he changed lanes and pointed the car toward a left hand turn lane at the next light.

"He hates me. He wants me dead, that's his end game."

William glanced over at him. "How do you know all of this?"

"I took a class in criminology and I have a BA in Psychology, Dad. I know how to profile someone."

"You know who it is."

Spencer looked down at his hands. "Yeah, I know who it is."

"Who, Spencer? You have to call the police and tell them."

"It's Brian Telly."

William changed lanes and parked in front of a convenience store that looked like it had opened that same day. It was all new paint and shine in the golden sunshine of midday. He took off his sunglasses and studied his son.

"What's wrong, Dad. Why did you stop?"

"My office called while you were getting changed at the hospital. The warrant came through for my records on Desert Mining."

"Who's that?"

"The name of the company that owns the property. It's Fredrick Telly's company."

"Brian's dad?"

"Yes."

"That's means Brian owns it. He inherited everything from his father when he died."

"I know, that's what scares me."

"Dad, we have to go. I need to make sure that Maeve is okay."

"If the feds have my files, they know its Brian Telly now. I'm sure they'll protect her."

"I'm not relying on the FBI. I love her, Dad. If something happens to her…"

William pulled back out into traffic without another word. Spencer watched the buildings fly by as he tried to get his heart to stop thumping in his chest. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to call her, but she didn't answer her cell phone or the line at her university office.

"She's not answering, Dad."

"We'll be there in ten minutes."

Ten minutes. Why did he think that it was already too late?"