A/N: Just so you guys know, Emi was 6 weeks pregnant last chapter. 9 weeks have passed.

Review Responses:

Silentmayhem and SakuraRoca: Thank you for the name suggestions, I'll keep them in mind. BTW, the names mentioned here aren't set in stone. They're just some names that I thought seemed nice.

Ahowell1993: Happy belated birthday! And thanks for the advice, I'll keep it in mind. The baby/babies won't come till a few more chapters, so I'm gonna think really hard about that.

Guest 1: Yeah, I kinda figured that a baby was rushing it, but I think I started adding that in late at night, so when I continued to write it, I decided to go with the flow. Hopefully, a baby won't ruin this story.

Guest 2: Yay! A Baby Spence is coming!

Doesn't anybody ever go home?" Gideon wondered as he walked into the break room where Emi, Spencer, and Elle sat.

"You're here," Elle pointed out.

"Exactly. Trust me, you don't want to model your social life around mine," Gideon said.

JJ smirked at what she heard when she entered the break room. "If it makes you feel any better, Hotch and Morgan took off," she said.

"Hotch is married, and Morgan's-you know-Morgan," Spencer said while eating his food.

"Uh, If I remember correctly, so are you, and I'm also pregnant," Emi retorted, stealing some of Spencer's food. She happily placed her hand on her noticeable baby bump. "15 weeks to be exact."

Gideon smiled at Emi's action then looked at the file that JJ had handed him. "What's this?"

"Police in Dayton, Ohio need our help with a serial rapist," JJ told them.

"What's the story?" Elle asked.

"3 months ago, he raped 5 students at a small bible college," JJ explained as Gideon placed a picture of each of the 5 students onto the table. "Roughly, an attack a week, then suddenly nothing, until 9 days ago when he suddenly reappeared with a whole new victim pattern." She handed Gideon another set of pictures. "Both those women are in their 30s. They were raped about 5 days apart."

"Where have the new attacks taken place?" Gideon questioned.

"Opposite ends of the city," JJ answered before going in depth, "He was waiting for them when they got home." At those words, everyone turned to look at Elle. About 6 months ago, the Fisher King had managed to get into Elle's house and shot her when she got home, as well as kidnap Emi.

"How do we know it's the same guy?" Elle asked, looking down at her mug of coffee.

"He leaves voicemails for them," JJ told her.

"Freezing them with fear before they even see him," Spencer mused.

"They don't recognize the voice?" Gideon asked JJ.

"No." JJ shrugged. "Cops even have DNA, but it's just not in the system."

"Why would someone attacking college students suddenly widen his net?" Gideon wondered.

"Serial rapists hardly ever change victimology once it's established. It's based on a fantasy that's very specific," Spencer stated.

"Maybe he's telling these women that no one's safe," Elle suggested.

"Call Hotch and Morgan," Gideon ordered, "Tell them we're up as soon as we're cleared for takeoff."

"You call Hotch and I'll call Morgan," Emi said to JJ.

JJ gave the Asian a smile, "Thanks, Em."

"Okay, okay, but listen to this. Derek Morgan Reid." Morgan sat back in his seat on the plane with a smug look on his face, "Has a nice ring to it-especially the first two names."

Emi and Spencer looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "That just sounds like you're married to Spencer," Emi pointed, "Which, by the way, you aren't. Besides, what if I have a girl?"

"Then name it Morgan," Morgan said with a shrug, "It's a first name and it works for both guys and girls."

Emi scoffed. "I'll keep it in mind. But Spencer and I have agreed that we want him or her to have a Japanese and English first and middle names. Not sure which one will be which, yet."

"Do you have any ideas for the names, yet?" Elle asked.

"Well, for Japanese girl names, I was thinking maybe Sachi, which means 'child of joy', or Kazue for a boy, meaning 'single blessing'," Emi said thoughtfully, "Or maybe I'll just go with Akira which is a unisex name and means clear and intelligent. But who knows, there's still a whole bunch of other names."

"I was thinking we could use Hope for the English girl name," Spencer told her, "And Michael for a boy."

"I still think you should name the kid, Morgan," Morgan joked.

"Okay, we got new information on last night's victim," JJ said walking into the main lodge of the plane, "Alicia Jordan, 38. MO is the same. He was waiting for her to get home, he broke in through the back, subdued her with a gun."

"Answering machine?" Hotch asked.

"Uh, left a message about an hour or so before," JJ told him, "I can't imagine being taunted like that in my own house, you know?"

"Well, the messages aren't taunts...they're overtures," Gideon corrected. "I think we're ready, trust me. He's being sincere."

"Sounds like we're dealing with a power reassurance rapist," Morgan said.

"To him the messages are courtships," Spencer explained, "He's introducing himself to the victims."

"If that's the case, he must've stalked them to know so much about their lives," Hotch assumed.

"First victims were all college students, all religious," Gideon pointed out, "Why change?"

"Have the police found any connection between the latest victims?" Morgan questioned.

JJ shook her head. "No, nothing yet."

"We have to figure out what made him go off script," Gideon muttered.

"Hi, Alicia," Emi greeted as she, Spencer, and Elle walked into the hospital room. She showed the woman her badge, "We're from the FBI. I know you've already spoken to the police, but, uh, we were hoping you could answer a few questions for us?"

"Yeah," the woman agreed, "Every time I think it's over someone else wants to photograph me or touch me or ask me to relive it."

"I understand," Emi said, thinking back to when that happened to her, "We'll keep this short. I promise."

"You said that your attacker knew the things that you thought," Emi recalled, "Could you explain what you meant by that?"

"He said that we weren't the type of people to just stay inside and read books," Alicia told her, "and he talked about taking me away to Positano, Italy, and drinking and listening to Al Green."

"Is there any significance to that?" Spencer asked.

"My favorite place in the world, the only alcohol I drink, and my favorite singer," Alicia sniffled, "I don't understand how he can know any of it."

Emi stared at her cell phone in her hand and bit her lip. "I'm really sorry to do this to you, Alicia, but I need you to listen to this recording and tell us if the man's attitude sounds the same as when he was in your house." After receiving a nod from the woman, Emi played the voicemail.

"I think we're ready to meet. Trust me. I know what you want."

Listening, Alicia shook her head. "He sounded different."

"How so?" Elle asked.

"More nervous...even though he had a gun. It was like he was afraid to talk."

"Thank you," Emi said, putting her phone away.

"What difference does it matter how he sounded?" Alicia questioned.

"On the phone, he can rehearse, and in the flesh, he can't hide his true self," Spencer explained.

Alicia sobbed. "I don't understand."

"In his delusion, the man thinks of these attacks as dates," Spencer tried.

Alicia shook her head again. "I didn't do anything to make him think that," she denied.

"We know you didn't," Emi reassured her.

Elle sighed, "This is enough."

"Thank you very much," Emi said. She placed a hand on top of the woman's and gave them a squeeze. "I know you may not believe it right now, but you will feel better one day," Emi told her, "It will feel like forever, and there will be days where you just feel so disgusted and vulnerable that you just...you feel like you can't take it anymore...but you will. You will get through this because you are strong. You will find someone who will love you and help you go through this."

"How do you know?" Alicia whispered, her lip quivering.

Emi glanced at Spencer, who gave her a supportive smile, and turned back to Alicia to give her a gentle smile. "Trust me," she said, "I know."

The 2 FBI SUVs parked in the hotel parking lot and everyone got out.

"Everybody get some sleep," Hotch ordered, "We've got a big day tomorrow."

"You hear that, Reid and Emi? That means no funny business. None of us need to be kept awake because of you two," Morgan joked.

"Oh, shut it, Morgan, I'm pregnant," Emi grumbled.

"Actually, most doctors have found that sperm give the baby protein that helps make the baby healthier," Spencer stated, "Also, because your body's sensitive, you'll have better or-"

"We're not doing it in a hotel room, Spencer," Emi cut him off.

Spencer's eyes widened and he turned away, blushing madly. "I-I never said that we should."

Emi only heard Morgan and JJ laugh which was strange because Elle would usually at least chuckle. She looked behind her to see that Elle wasn't even behind them. Pulling Spencer to a stop, Emi looked around the corner to see Elle digging in her bag.

"What's up?" Spencer asked.

"I think I left my glasses in the car," Elle told them.

"We'll keep you company," Emi offered.

Elle shook her head and walked towards the couple. "No, it's all right. We got to get to sleep."

"Something's off with Elle," Emi said to Spencer as she stared at her belly, rubbing it.

"Do you want to go talk to her about it?" Spencer asked.

Emi stopped her rubbing to think. "You know what? Yeah, I do." Emi said. She turned to face her husband only to find him already holding the door open for her. Emi beamed and walked out, Spencer following closely behind. They walked over to the next room door and Emi knocked.

"Hey," Spencer greeted when Elle opened the door.

"Hi."

"Are you okay?" Elle asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Spencer didn't say anything but instead, walked into her room.

"No, really, come right in," Elle muttered sarcastically.

Emi gave her friend an apologetic look. "Sorry about him. May I?"

Elle nodded and stepped aside for Emi to enter. After Emi entered, Elle walked over to the mini fridge and took out a couple of tiny bottles of weak alcohol.

"We thought you...uh, you might want to talk," Spencer said, leaning against the dresser.

Elle scoffed and sat down in a chair. "Don't go all profiler on me," she snapped, pouring the alcohol into a glass.

Emi sighed sat down in the chair next to her. "Elle, you got shot in your own home. 4 months later, you come back and you just...act like nothing even happened. Us thinking that you might want to talk isn't profiling. It's us being your friend."

"Yeah? Well, you got kidnapped in my own home, but you only got a month off," Elle retorted.

"Because I opened up and talked to people, you didn't. We let you act like nothing happened at first 'cause maybe you needed time to open up again, but it's been 6 weeks, Elle. You need to talk to someone." When Emi only received a blank stare from the brunette, Emi gave her her best puppy-dog look. "Please?"

Elle sighed and complied. "After he shot me. He reached into my wound so he could write on the wall in my blood," she told them, "I was barely conscious-and Emi wasn't conscious at all-but I could feel his hand in there...and sometimes it's like I can still feel it."

Spencer shook his head, unsure what to say. "Elle..." he finally said, "He's dead."

"And you're right here," Emi added, taking Elle's hands into her own, "You won."

Elle gave them a smile-a genuine smile-and lifted her glass. "Then here's to winning."

"Good morning. Thanks for coming in a little early," An officered greeted as Hotch passed files out to the officers in the station.

"Good morning," Hotch replied.

"Lousy coffee's up," Morgan announced.

"We just want you to hear what the FBI has gathered and get you on the streets," Detective Maggie Callahan said.

"So the guy we're looking for is a classic power reassurance rapist," Hotch stated.

"This differs from a power assertive rapist who attempts to humiliate and traumatize his victims, as well as the anger-retaliatory rapist and a sexual sadist, whose attacks are also random and excessively brutal," Spencer continued.

"The reason why we're telling you this is because this is the only kind of rapist who targets a specific victim," Emi told the officers.

"He fantasizes that he's in a relationship with these women," Morgan said, "Now, he doesn't come across by accident. This is someone with access. He's the cable guy, or the locksmith...he's the guy who reads the gas meter. He can describe exactly what these women wear and how they smell. These details are what feeds his fantasy. Now, we need you to look for the overlap between the sets of victims. Delivery men, lawn crew, handymen-did the school share workers with any of the recent victims?"

"Because he sees these as relationships, he most likely lives alone," Spencer said.

"And living alone allows him to indulge his delusion that he's in a relationship with these women," Hotch added.

"Because of the discrepancy in the victims' ages, we can only pinpoint his age somewhere between 20 and 40 years old," Spencer continued.

"It's possible that he has a profession that he finds emasculating, so look for someone in their lives with a job that deviates from normal gender roles," Morgan advised, "Something like a secretary."

"We're sure that there is some overlap," Hotch stated, "This guy is a shadow at the edges of each of these women's lives."

"All right, that's square one," Callahan concludes, "Recanvas and be sure to relay information on shift change."

"Thanks very much," Hotch said.

As soon as the officers dispersed, JJ and Emi approached Hotch. "I looked into the idea of rapes that went unreported like you asked," JJ said.

"And?"

"2 months ago, a female student at Holy Trinity committed suicide," JJ told him, "She wasn't one of the reported victims, but her suicide report corresponds almost exactly to when the campus attacks stopped."

"There may be more victims out there," Emi realized.

Emi, Hotch, and Detective Callahan were now at the home of Shelly Norvell talking to her parents.

"I don't understand how my daughter's death is FBI business," Shelly's father said.

"We're investigating a series of sexual assaults that took place on Shelly's campus," Hotch explained.

"Were you aware of the attacks?" Callahan asked.

"Of course. It was horrible," Mrs. Norvell said.

Emi let out a shaky breath. "There's no kind way in wording this, so I'm just going to ask," Emi said, "Is there, um, any possibility that Shelly was-er, raped and it led to her suicide?"

"No, it's not," Mrs. Norvell said sharply.

"Did Shelly have any history of depression?" Callahan tried.

"She put a lot of pressure on herself," Mr. Norvell said, "She got A's, volunteered with the youth group, played varsity volleyball in high school, but she always handled it with grace."

"Did she leave a note?" Hotch asked, "And if so, would it be possible for us to take it and analyze it?"

"There wasn't a note," Mrs. Norvell said bluntly causing Callahan and Emi shared a look that expressed their awkwardness in the uncomfortable situation.

"We will return it and with all due respect, this isn't something that I'm asking lightly," Hotch said.

"With all due respect to you, you walk into my home, you ask if my daughter, who we buried 2 months ago, was also sexually violated," the mother snapped.

"I'm sorry."

"You're about to be a mother, right?" Mrs. Norvell said, turning her attention to Emi and her pregnant stomach.

Self-consciously, Emi placed a hand on her stomach and nodded. "Yes."

"How would you react if someone comes into your home and claimed that not only did your daughter commit suicide, but she had also been sexually assaulted?"

Uncomfortable with the question, Emi subconsciously started to rub her stomach and glanced desperately at Callahan. Understanding her message, Callahan quickly jumped in with her own reply. "I have a little girl and I can't say how I'd react if something happened to them, but I would like to believe that I would do whatever was necessary to make sure that no other family went through that same pain."

"I'd like to go lie down," Mrs. Norvell said stiffly.

"Thank you for your time," Hotch said.

When his wife walked up the stairs, Mr. Norvell stood up. "I'll see you out." However, he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I love my wife," he said.

"I'm sure you do," Callahan reassured him before taking the letter.

"She was raped," Hotch said. The three of them were currently walking back to the car as they read Shelly's letter.

"The unsub got her pregnant," Callahan said.

"I'm choosing the sin of suicide over the sin of abortion because I can't bring his baby into the world," Emi read aloud for Hotch to hear, "Please don't hate me, Shelly."

"The attacks at the college stopped two months ago, right after Shelly's suicide," Hotch realized, "That had been the stressor."

"He thinks of these as relationships. In his mind, Shelly killed their baby," Callahan stated.

Nodding, Hotch pulled out his phone to call Gideon. "Jason, Hotch. We need to go back to the last victim and ask one more question."

"You really think this rapist is one of my guys?"

After going to a small fertility clinic that helped women get pregnant, Hotch, Morgan, and Callahan learned that the unsub had got his information of his victims from a questionnaire by First Hand Media. Currently, Gideon, Emi, Spencer, and Elle were in the office of First Hand Media, talking to the boss.

"Well, he's used to being in strangers' homes, always on the phone, that's how he's confident," Gideon told the boss, "Thanks to your research, he feels like he knows these women."

"Create a list of any employees you have that worked in a fertility clinic and university questionnaires," Spencer requested.

"I give every employee complete access to all of our materials," the boss said, "It helps keep them fresh if they can alternate between types of calls."

"So I fill out my intimate personal information and then you just share it with everyone you have working here for minimum wage?" Gideon questioned in disbelief.

"I sense an attitude," the boss said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, you want attitude? I am 5'3 and pregnant. I have a whole bunch of attitude bubbling up inside me right now that I can show you," Emi snapped, causing the man to falter.

"We need copies of every single questionnaire that you got from the clinic," Elle said in a demanding voice, "We can get a warrant here in about an hour if you prefer."

"Look, if you think about it, all I'm doing is profiling, just like you guys," the man said, plastering on a fake smile.

"Let's not think about it," Gideon said with a unamused look.

Reluctantly, the boss took out a box of files, took some out, then gave the box to Spencer.

"All these?" Spencer asked in surprise.

"We cover the entire Great Lakes region."

"Let's narrow it down," Spencer said, placing the box down onto the table. "The guy we're looking for a male, white, between the ages of 20 and 40, socially awkward, unable to make connections easily."

"I have 250 employees," the boss said, turning to look out of the window at all of the workers in the bullpen below. "Most of those are men and every single one of them match the description you just gave me."

"Wow. I heard you ran into a wall of paper," Morgan said as he walked into the BAU's makeshift office. Inside, Spencer, Emi, JJ, Elle, and Hotch were reading through the files from First Hand Media.

"You can lock your doors, but these people still find a way into your home," Hotch said. "Elle, it might be worth going back to the victims. It's a long shot, but maybe somebody remembers a first name from a telemarketing call."

"Yeah, the unsub feels a connection with them so he wouldn't lie or use an alias," Elle agreed, getting up to make a few calls.

"We know this guy's DNA is not in the system," Morgan informed them, "But I'll cross-check employment records against sexual misdemeanors: peeping, exposure."

"Good."

"Separate Dayton forms from the rest of the region," Spencer told the remaining 3 people. He handed each of them some forms.

"So, what do we know from the latest set of victims?" Hotch asked.

"They're all single and over 35," Emi told him, her eyes scanning the papers.

"Each of them also indicated recently buying books on babies and child-rearing," Spencer added.

"Oh, that reminds me, I need to do that," Emi muttered.

"So he knows they're committed to having children, which means they're much less likely to abort even in the case of rape," Hotch said, ignoring Emi's note to herself.

"Get this, each of the victims also checked the yes box when asked if it would be okay to contact them on special deals on pediatric items," JJ told them.

"In the unsub's mind they've consented," Spencer realized, "He thinks he's doing them a service."

"Check those forms for each of those elements," Hotch ordered, getting up from his seat to look through some other forms, "If we can narrow it down to a potential list of victims, we can be waiting for him."

Emi, Spencer, and JJ complied and quickly looked through the forms.

"Any hits?"

"Got one," JJ said.

"Reid? Emi?"

"Nothing."

"Nada."

"It's the only one?" JJ said in disbelief.

"It's a small city. There can't be very many single women in their late 30s going to the exact same fertility clinic," Spencer said.

"So, we know who he's going after next," Hotch said, reading the form.

Unfortunately, they were too late. When the police stopped by the victim's house, they didn't any response and left, assuming that no one was home. Unbeknownst to them, the unsub had been in the house with his target. With no more targets left, Hotch and Gideon decided to make their own target, to which Elle was the only one that fit the criteria. She was to be the decoy. She catches the unsub's attention, then leaves her house in the afternoon, giving the unsub the opportunity to sneak into "her" house.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

"My God, Elle, what were you thinking?" Emi muttered.

Instead of leaving, Elle stayed in the house until late night. And when she finally did leave the house, she confronts the supposed unsub, William Lee, with a gun and arrests him.

"He's the unsub," was all Elle said before leaving the room.

"He's 28 years old," Spencer informed Emi and Morgan, But he's had 12 jobs in the past 10 years."

"Home life?"

"He lived with his mother until she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer 6 months ago."

"One last chance to make Mama proud, by starting a family," Morgan realized.

"How're they playing it?" Spencer asked, referring to Hotch and Gideon, who were talking to the arrested man in the interrogation room.

"Deep empathy," Emi answered.

"Smart."

"Yeah. Well, it better work," Morgan said, "If they don't get him to confess, then there's no real reason to hold him."

Emi shook her head, sadly. "I don't think it will..."

Emi was right to say that it didn't work. Not even a few minutes later, Lee's lawyer arrived, leaving them no choice but to let him go.

"You're letting him walk?!" Elle shouted.

"Back off, Elle," Morgan warned.

"You don't know what's he's done," Elle protested.

"The only reason he's walking is because you panicked," Hotch told her.

"I'm supposed to believe that you've got my back?" Elle said with a laugh.

"What are you saying to me?" Hotch asked, narrowing his eyes.

"The last time you sent me home, Hotch, it got me shot," Elle snapped.

"Walk with me, right now," Gideon ordered, leading Elle away.

Emi couldn't do anything but watch her friend's retreating back. "Oh, Elle..."

As soon as the SUV parked in the parking lot of Lee's home, Emi climbed out of the car, with Gideon and Hotch quickly behind her. "Elle! What happened?!" Emi tried to run over to her friend, but Callahan stopped her.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you speak to her until she's been processed," Callahan apologized, "Procedure."

"What happened?" Hotch asked.

"She came to stake his place out, he saw her, he had a gun," the detective told them, "Don't worry, it's cut and dry. Self-defense. She'll have her badge back by tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Emi nodded along with the story, but as soon as she made eye contact with Elle, Emi knew. It wasn't self-defense at all.