I have an idea: We'll just pretend that I've been updating this story...even though its been like almost a year. Sorry 'bout that. I'm a terrible person when it comes to time management.

The wheels touched down at Boynton Beach, Florida a while later. The moment their feet touched the tarmac, the team was off. Zara and Reid headed to the coroner's office, just ten minutes away.

She tossed the keys to Reid before jumping into the passengers side of the car. Reid, who never usually drove, tried to conceal his delight as he turned the engine over, and peeled out of the parking lot.

"So, you're really not looking forward to this wedding, huh?" he asked, as they stopped at a red light.

"Not really. It's just been...awkward with my family since I married Adam. And with the divorce... I'm the laughingstock of the entire family." She paused, "I'm going to be the warning tale they tell the following generations."

Reid shook his head slightly, "Is an interracial marriage really seen that badly?" he asked.

Zara pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. "I guess" she finally said, "it depends on your parents and how accepting they are. Like, the rest of my family got over the shock and was fine with the wedding. It was traditional, as you know from those photos. But in spite of being there physically, my dad was pissed off by my choice. He always assumed I'd find a nice, rich Indian man and settle down and have a thousand kids. That was the expectation and I broke it. Plus... I mean, marrying a white guy, what with all the history and everything that Indians have with them... it was almost like treachery," she said, with a laugh.

Reid let out a low whistle. "Does anyone know about the divorce?" he asked.

"My sister," Zara replied. "She's always had my back."

"Must be nice to have a sibling or two, when things get tough," Reid spoke softly, as he was reminded of his mother's debilitating condition.

Zara took the traffic as an opportunity to get Reid to open up. "So you're an only child?" she asked.

Reid nodded, "Whenever I asked why i didn't have any siblings, my mother always said 'why mess with perfection?'"

Zara stifled a laugh, "that's sweet." She paused before continuing her interrogation. "Are your parents still together?"

Reid shook his head, "they divorced back when I was a kid. I don't really remember my dad too much, he wasn't around after he left. Reconnected with him a while ago, but I've always been closer with my mother. She was the one that raised me -taught me everything I know."

Zara nodded, "What did she do for a living?"

Reid smiled as he remembered sitting in his mother's lap as she read him pages and pages of the Canterbury Tales whenever he was sick. "She was a professor of 15th century literature."

Zara nodded, "Impressive. What university?"

"Las Vegas," Reid replied. "I was born and raised there."

"Remind me to never play poker with you," she replied, causing him to smile. "You don't talk that much about yourself, do you?"

Reid felt a blush creep up the side of his face as he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "Um, I guess I'm just a bit of an introvert."

"Mmm," Zara nodded in agreement. "I can see that. Its just that you shut down earlier, when I asked about your family -which is totally understandable, because we don't know each other that well."

"With all the changes going on in the BAU, I mean... it's been hard to decipher whether or not someone is going to be here for a year or for several," Reid replied, as they pulled into the small lot of the cornor's office.

"Change is hard, but its what shapes us. We learn, we adapt, we survive," she replied as they hopped out of the car and walked into the building.

Thankfully, the AC was cranked up high in the hallways as they made their way to the corner's office, where they knocked upon the door. "Come in," a voice called.

Reid held the door open for Charlotte, as they headed into the room. On three separate metal tables lay the bodies of their victims. The first one was slightly decomposed, and the concrete had made it difficult to completely extract the body. The other two, however, came out relatively fine.

"So, these are the poor souls," Zara said, as she picked up a pair of latex gloves. She moved closer to the newest victim. "Were there any signs of sexual assault?"

The coroner came out from one of the small closets, clipboard in hand. "No. I just tested the third vic and she passed too."

"So there's no sexual element to the case," Reid said as he peered down at the face of the second victim. "At least, not directly."

"He might be one of those creeps who gets their jollies from the kill?" Zara suggested, as she peered into the nostrils of the first victim. "Any of the cement make its way into the bodies?" she asked.

The coroner shook her head. "But I did see some drugs. Mainly oxycodoine and fentanyl. They all had high enough amounts to trigger a complete shutdown of their vital organs."

"They were forced to overdose?" Reid asked, as Zara took the papers from the coroner.

"No, not exactly." Zara said, scanning the paperwork. "There's a high concentration of the drugs in the first victim, but its decreasing. Maybe he overdid it and is just using it to subdue them?"

"For what?" Reid pondered.

"Did you find anything else?" Zara asked, flicking through the pages of the autopsies.

"Well, all three of them had their ring fingers broken," the coroner added, pointing to the third victims finger, which was slightly purple owing to rigor mortis.

"He broke them before they were killed," Zara said, as she looked closer. Reid looked at the first victims hand as well, where he spotted the same purple flesh tones.

"He's killing single mothers, and breaking their ring fingers... what if he's a scorned lover, and these three women are people who rejected him," Reid said quickly.

"It's happened one too many times, and now he's lashing out," Zara finished, grabbing the copies of the autopsy the coroner had provided. "Let's head back to the station."

As they drove back, Zara continued to flick through the background check Garcia provided of the most recent victim. "Her ex-husband has custody of their kid on the weekend, so he probably came by to pick her up in the afternoon." She continued to swipe through the documents, "heavy social media presence -her daughter was the centre of her universe... The family still needs to be notified."

They quickly headed to the large room in the back of the precinct where the officers had let the team set up shop. The others were already there, waiting for them. "So, how did it go at the coroner's office?" Prentiss asked, as she labelled the map of the Boynton Beach.

"Well, we found that all the victims had high levels of opioids in their system, probably as a way to subdue them. But these doses were high enough to cause them to OD. The unsure keeps lowering the dosage as he kills, probably because he wants them to be somewhat responsive," Reid said, as he took one of the coffee's sitting on the table.

"The unsure broke their ring fingers as well," Zara added as she sat down next to Alvez. "What do you guys make of that?"

"Maybe he's got a rage against divorced women," Alvez suggested.

"Or he's been rejected by them all," Rossi added.

As they continued to narrow down the larger aspects of their unsub's behaviour, Zara flicked through the pages of the autopsy, looking for any further anomalies that may have been overlooked.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Prentiss said.

The sheriff entered. "Hi, my name's Sheriff Keller. I appreciate you guys taking time off and coming out this way. Means a lot to us," he said.

"Anytime," Prentiss replied.

"We've got the victims families waiting in the other rooms, just in case you'd like to ask them any questions," he replied.

Prentiss nodded,"that would be great." She turned to the others. "Rossi and JJ, go with the first vic, Reid and Alvez with the second, Tara and I'll go with the third."

They all got up form the table, and headed out, leaving Zara to spread out the pages of the autopsies. As she looked closer, she noticed something very strange about the concrete's reaction to the first and second bodies. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialled Garcia.

"What can I do for you, my sweet cup of hot cocoa," Garcia said, answering her phone with delight.

"Hey Garcia, I need you to do me a favour. The concrete being used isn't commercial, its industrial grade, and it's probably ordered in massive quantities to certain companies. Its got a bit of a strange ingredient: quartz. I think the unsub is using polymer concrete."

Garcia clacked away on her keyboard, "I'll hit you back when I've got something," she said, tapping off.

Zara continued to stare at the papers, before resigning herself to the fact that she'd need to go back to the corners office, and get a closer look at all the bodies, with all the tools there at her disposal.

She was just passing by one of the rooms when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She whipped around and stared back at Tara. "Hey, I was just heading back to the coroner's office..."

"We need you in one of the rooms. I guess the third vic's family doesn't speak any English," Tara said, as she led her towards the room.

Zara nodded, and allowed herself to be ushered into the room. Sitting in an armchair was an older Indian woman, her sari wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she dabbed her eyes with the material. The woman looked up at the new figure that had entered the room and smiled, "Namaste"

Zara sat down next to the woman. "Namaste Aunty-ji." She waited a moment before asking in Hindi, "I'm sorry about your daughter. Do you mind if we ask you some questions about Ritika?"

The woman nodded in response and Zara turned to Emily, "go."

"Did Ritika and her ex-husband ever fight?" she asked. Zara repeated the questions in Hindi, translating the mother's answers into English for Prentiss.

After a few moments, Prentiss realized the woman wouldn't have any of the information they needed, so she decided to end the interview there, before causing the mother any more pain.

As they were about to leave the room, the woman said something else in Hindi, causing Zara to turn around, and bend down, so she was at eye level with the woman. Zara waited a second before saying something in response, and the woman nodded, placing her hand on Zara's head, and muttering something under her woman stood up and exited the room.

Prentiss and Tara looked at Zara with interest, "What did she say?" Tara asked.

"She asked if I would make sure that no one cut Ritika's body up. And to catch the person that did this," Zara replied.

"I didn't know you spoke Hindi," Prentiss asked.

Zara smirked, "My level of Hindi is what I've learned from Bollywood films."