Time is what prevents everything from happening at once. ~John Archibald Wheeler

Derek Morgan sat at his desk filling out paper work that had been put off long enough. They had just gotten back from a kidnapping case in St. Louis after being sent home from California and the bombings that had been happing there. Every time he thought of the bombing s there something in the back of his mind twitched like he knew something about the unsub that no one else did even thought he knew nothing.

He put is initial on the last page before exclaiming "Finally I'm done."

"Done with what?" Reid asked walking in with his cup of sugar and dollop of coffee.

"Paperwork; the St. Louis case put us through the ringer." Morgan told him.

"I know I was there." Reid said. "I still can't believe that it was the math teacher."

"He hid his sickness well." Morgan replied back.

"Not to mention he had the help of a paranoid schizophrenic librarian who was utterly in love with him." Reid said.

"She thought she was in love with him. The woman wasn't on her medication so she was unlikely to realize what love really was." Morgan countered.

"True but she was in a psychotic break." Prentiss said joining in on the conversation.

"Nice to see you bright and early in the morning," Morgan said.

"I couldn't sleep." Prentiss said.

"Why?" Reid asked.

"Just the couple that lives next door to me," She replied. "Watching some stupid movie over and over the whole night."

"Just be glad you don't have Reid as a neighbor. He would keep you up all night with all the foreign films he watches."

"Actually not so much anymore." Reid said.

"What do you mean?"

"With Jane and Olivia there is Barbie, Scooby doo and romantic comedies and film adaptations of Jane Austen's novels." Reid said. "What? I want them to be happy and watching those movies makes them happy."

"Man it is so weird." Morgan said.

"What?" Reid and Prentiss ask.

"Reid is family man; never thought I would see the day." Morgan said laughing.

"Why do you have to point that out every single time I mentioned Jane or Olivia? Reid asked.

"Because it is fun and there is only one other topic that would make you blush as red as a newborn baby just as much and well we don't talk about that at work." Morgan said.

"I do not want to know what you three are talking about." J.J. said when she walked up.

"Trust me you really don't." Reid said tossing his paper coffee cup in to the trash bin under his desk. "But the gist of it is Morgan likes to make fun me about my privet life." Reid added.

"Moran are you in high school again? Leave the poor kid alone." J.J. told Morgan as she was passing through.

"I am not a kid." Reid protested.

"Reid only a kid would blush so much at an adult topic." Morgan said. "Like the one I mentioned a few moments ago." Morgan added.

"I'm leaving." Reid said getting up from his chair.

"Only if you are leaving for the jet." J.J. and Hotch both said.

"Why?"

"We caught a case out in Los Angeles there is a woman was rape repeatedly while her husband was forced to watch. Her husband was later killed. The attack happened during a black out." J.J. explained. "The lead detective Matt Spicer says that that the events match that of two murders that happened downtown Los Angeles. He has no leads and no idea where to take the case so he called us in."

"Meet at the plane in thirty." Hotch said.

"Well dam I wanted to go home to night." Prentiss said. "Sergio is going to be mad at me."

"Don't worry I'll take care of him." Garcia said. "He likes it at my house."

"Only because you give him treats more often than I do." Prentiss replied.

"It's what I do with Henry why should I it be any different for Sergio because he's a cat?" Garcia countered.

"He gained three pounds the last time he stayed with you."

"He did don't gain three pounds while you were in St. Louis."

"Okay the big one before that with the bombings in Los Angeles." Prentiss said.

"He still didn't gain three pounds."Garcia said.

"Whatever are you going with us or not?" Morgan asked.

"No luckily for me I get to stay in my little bubble." Garcia said before she added. "I only have to look at pictures while you have to see the real thing."

"Come on lets go." Hotch said.

~!~

The man had been in New York for a month and half now and he still hadn't found his latest target. 9/11 had caused many business owners to tighten their security measures to make sure something like that ever happens again.

Now his plan wasn't to recreate that his plan was to get revenge on those who hurt his father and took his life away from him. He missed his dad though he had been dead for years now.

The list his father had left him would be finished in a few short months once he found all the people named on it. Those ten names were his targets, five males, and five females. The females had been taken care of already nobody would find their bodies since they were killed with a long range riffle and buried in the national forest somewhere no one would find them each one a hundred miles apart.

Two men had died in the bombs he set off out in California. He set more bombs off than needed to hide the actual attacks from the investigators. It was one way he covered his tracks. He also never gave his real name to anyone. The only person that knew his real name was dead or at least thought to be dead by everyone else on earth.

He looked up from the paper he was reading to see a man dressed in distressed cap, jeans, coat and shoes walked pass.

He threw money down and went after the man.