Chapter 20.

Jessie hung up the phone and handed it back to Richard.

"Thanks." She said.

"Who'd you call?" John asked. Anger flared up in Jessie's mind and she stared at him.

"The FBI." She answered sternly - making it sound like sarcasm - then rolled her eyes. "Did you not hear what I said? I called my dad! We're safe now."

Richard put his phone back in his pocket and escorted Jessie to the living room where he picked up a book to read to her.

In the office, Hotch went to work to find a judge that will give them a warrant with their information. Garcia searched for John Moser's life after he got out of juvenile detention and found a wide net of unsolved murders that matched their victimology. Reid worked to find more hidden meaning in Jessie's short message while Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi worked on a new profile.

At about lunch time, they delivered the profiles for both Santio and John.

"We believe both men are serial killers. And that makes them two different unsubs." Rossi started.

"Santio killed women who would eventually have committed suicide and when he came upon Jessica Lynden, he stopped because she didn't want to die, she was what he considered; "Savable". When she left, he started working at a funeral home where he most likely got his fair share of the dead but there might be a pool of missing women that mourned the death of a loved one, and then went missing. With the equipment at Santio's disposal, he probably buried them, or cremated his victims. That's why no bodies were ever found again." Morgan informed them.

"Moser had been a killer since he was a teenager. He was sloppy and got caught. We believe he was deported out of Canada after he was released and we're still trying to find a trail of where he went. There are several unsolved murders and non that could be linked to him because he leaves no evidence." Prentiss said.

"Which is good for him, and bad for us. It makes him hard to find." Rossi added. "We believe that the two crossed paths several months ago and traced back their histories to discover what we know now, they're twins."

"Which was kind of obvious. They're identical." An officer pointed out.

"When the two met, they wouldn't have shared the fact that they kill women but it must have slipped out or one of them must have discovered the other's secret." Morgan continued. "Your first victim was a pretty blond whose hair was dyed brown to fit the appearance of Jessica Watler or Jessica Lynden. But she was displayed in a cemetery leading us to think that perhaps Moser did that as a sign to his brother."

"A sign?" a police officer asked. "What kind of sign?"

"Look at me." Rossi answered. "At that point they must have known about each other or the one, Moser, was trying to tell Santio that he knew about his secret."

"What secret?" another officer asked. "That they're killers? How would they know that?"

"That they're psychopaths." Reid added thoughtful. "Psychopaths generally don't feel remorse or mostly any emotion. It takes one to know one."

"We're still in need of a warrant to go arrest these guys but until then, you need to know some things about these men." Morgan started informing the officers.

After everyone was informed, Hotch went to make a public statement that didn't give much away and sent out for lunch.

"Hey, Pretty boy," Morgan walked over to where Reid was still busy with Jessie's note. "Let's get out of here for a bit. You've been cooped up in here too long."

"What are you talking about? I slept at the hotel last night." Reid quickly defended.

"No you didn't. The bell boy said he hadn't seen you last night."

"That's because I went after his bedtime." Reid said almost childishly.

"Reid, man. It's me you're talking to. You can't lie to me, you know that." Morgan forcefully picked Reid up from his chair. "We're going outside for a little bit."

Morgan took Reid for a drive. A little bit out of the immediate area and ended up at a park where they got hot dogs for lunch.

"I can't eat man," Reid pulled his nose up at the food. "Not with Jessie still with them. We don't even know what they're doing to her. They're psychopaths. They won't feel sorry for anything that they do to her."

"Reid, this guy kept Jessie alive for three years." Morgan ordered another hot dog and pushed it into Reid's hands. "He won't start hurting her now."

"Yeah, But Moser wasn't there last time. And from the victim's that Garcia lined up as his, he's not a very easy guy to live with."

"Reid. We'll get her out safely."

"Yeah." Reid wasn't too confident about that part.

"Did you get her a ring yet?" Morgan asked, trying to calm Reid down. Reid pressed his lips together and fished the little box out of his pocket. Morgan opened the box and saw the beautiful ring.

"Wow, Reid." Morgan tried to shut it again and ended up spilling onions and ketchup all over himself. Morgan handed the box back to Reid and the entire contents of his left hand freeing it to clean up his mess. He grabbed extra napkins from the food stand and wiped away the gooey condiments.

"I think I'll need a new shirt." Morgan said with a laugh, but when he looked up, Reid was gone.