Typically, Derek and Elle had their badges on them. Aubrey could only give her word that she had credentials, too.

"It doesn't change anything that you're federal agents," the Jamaican police officer insisted, even bothering to pull tighter on his grip around Elle's wrists. She winced, and the corners of the officer's mouth twitched as he probably got excited from the control he had over a pretty girl like Elle. Aubrey felt her own lip curl into the beginnings of the snarl. "Your friend is at the end of the blood trail. We have to take her in."

"I'll go call Hotch," Aubrey said immediately, not even gracing the officer with a response to his threat of convicting Elle of the crime Aubrey knew she had not committed. Reaching inside the room to pluck Derek's shirt off the lamp, she thrust it into his chest and said, "Go with them. Make sure they don't hurt her."

Already, they were pulling Elle away as Derek grabbed his phone from Aubrey's other outstretched hand, giving her a quick kiss before he ran down the hallway after him, slipping on his shirt.

Angrily, Aubrey returned to her room, slamming the door shut behind her as she picked up her own cell phone and dialed Hotch. A bed-ridden voice asked her, "Hello?"

"Hotch, we've got a serious problem," Aubrey said, running a hand through her hair, her anger dissolving into anxiety. "Elle's just been arrested for what I'm assuming is murder."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Aubrey thought she had lost the connection until she heard Hotchner ask, "What?"

She heard him shift in bed and whisper something to Haley about him getting up. A door closed in the background as Hotchner, now wide awake, asked Aubrey, "What do you mean Elle has been arrested for murder?"

"Someone framed her, Hotch," Aubrey said, almost hysterically. The severity of the situation, in combination with sleep deprivation, had finally hit her. She wish Derek hadn't left her, but she knew that he would help out at the police station to make sure they didn't treat Elle too unjustly. "There was blood in the hallway, leading to her room, and there's no body, but..."

All business, Hotchner cut her off. "I'll be there in a few hours. E-mail me the address of your hotel again, as well as the police station. Did Morgan go with her?"

Nodding, Aubrey realized a moment late that Hotchner couldn't see her. "Yeah."

"If you're still at the hotel, take some pictures of the crime scene. Does the forensic team know you're a federal agent?"

Aubrey could hear zipping, and a cloth being pulled over the mouthpiece of the phone.

"I don't think so. The arresting officers knew, but I think the three of them already left with Elle," Aubrey said, peeking her face out of the doorway again. Sure enough, there was only one officer with the forensic team come to get blood samples and such. Aubrey quickly took a picture with her phone of the scene before sneaking back into her room. "Done."

"I am leaving my house now," Hotchner said. Aubrey could hear the alarm ring in the background, knowing what he was saying is true. "I'm going to grab one of the forensic team and come down there immediately. We'll get her out, Aubrey. I want you to get to the precinct and stand guard with Morgan."

"Got you. Call me when you land," Aubrey answered, hanging up the phone as she returned to her room and packed up her and Derek's stuff, before moving over to Elle's room and doing the same, the forensic team watching her warily as she did so.

She took a taxi back to the police station, putting their luggage in a remote corner as she sat down with Derek, breathing from all of the fast movements she had gone through since waking up that morning. "What's happened so far?"

"They're interrogating her, refusing to let me watch. They said they still haven't ruled out us being accomplices," Derek said bitterly, glaring emptily at one of the police officers Aubrey was willing to bet had nothing to even do with their case. "This is why I hate leaving the country."

"Why, because your badge means nothing?" Aubrey said in an attempt to be light-hearted. Derek looked over at her and she sighed, resting a hand on his arm. "Hotch is on his way. For right now, there's not much we can do besides hope that there's some evidence that comes forward to exonerate her."

Hesitating a few moments, Derek finally asked his girlfriend, "You don't think she did it, do you?"

Aubrey started. "Of course not! How could..."

Quickly, Derek calmed his girlfriend back down by shaking his head and resting his hands on her arms this time around. "It was just a question to make sure that we're both on the same team here, okay? Calm down. I didn't think you'd side against her, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't making any rash assumptions."

Derek and Aubrey spent the next few hours trying to convince various officers to let them into the investigation room to at least talk to Elle and tell her Hotch was on the way, but they refused. Both of them were uncomfortable in the new country, unaware of their exact laws and such.

So, they were relieved when Hotchner walked in with some forensic tech on his tail, who immediately peeled off to presumably go look at the corpse they had found and believed to be Elle's victim.

Hotchner, on the other hand, headed straight to Derek and Aubrey, tilting his head as a sign of them to follow him. They did as he requested, as he stormed into the interrogation room, ignoring the guard telling him he wasn't allowed to.

He slammed his briefcase on the table like every impatient lawyer did in every interrogation scene of a movie, ever, and Aubrey hung back with Derek and one of the guards at the door, anxious to see how Hotchner would handle one of his own team members being wrongly accused of murder.

Soon enough, after catching them on a forensic technicality, Elle, Aubrey, Hotchner, and Derek were headed to the airport and one their way back home. They were still marveling over Hotchner's prowess as a lawyer when the call came in.

"Gideon, what is it?" Hotchner asked impatiently. After a few seconds, a bit of surprise leaked onto his features. Aubrey instinctively reached for Derek's hand, pulling it into his lap as Hotchner said, "Of course. You take lead, we will be landing in two hours."

When he hung up the phone, Elle was the one to ask warily, "What now?"

"It seems we have a bit of a fan," Hotchner said, writing down something quickly on a steno pad in front of him. Reading off of it, he said, "Gifts received by the team include a skeleton key to Reid in Las Vegas at his mother's sanitarium, a shadow box holding a butterfly to JJ's house, a box with our vic's head and a 1963 baseball card to Gideon at his cabin, and a hack into Garcia's database."

Derek bristled. In his years with the BAU, Penelope had never been hacked. Their files were supposed to be impenetrable; they must be dealing with a genius.

He squirmed again.

"And am I your gift?" Elle asked sarcastically, placing her hands, palm-down, underneath her chin as if displaying her face. "Sorry, you got the boring end of the stick, Hotch."

Hotchner waved that statement away as he told them, "The hacker left a signature that Garcia was able to track."

Chuckling, Derek shook his head in amazement. "That's my girl."

Ignoring his comment, Hotchner continued. "His name is Frank Giles. She said she'd send us some files on her once her computer gets rebooted, but he has priors, including rape and attempted abduction. They're going to his house now, and we should know in about twenty minutes the outcome of that situation."

Sure enough, twenty minutes later came in the report that Frank Giles had been killed, and, therefore, was most likely not their UnSub. They spent the rest of the flight discussing possibilities and personalities that their UnSub could possess, but when they arrived at the BAU, Hotchner turned to Elle.

"You're going home," he said as a rookie agent, Anderson, came up behind him and stood at attention.

Elle just gawked at him. "What? Hotch, this guy framed me for murder! I want to see him pay!"

"Elle, you're going home," Hotchner said with finality. Elle jutted out her lower lip in rebellion, but he shook his head. "You've been through an ordeal. Anderson will take you home."

The rookie looked ecstatic to be given the job; Aubrey almost had to chuckle at his eagerness, especially considering the deathly look Elle was now giving him for being so ready to take her away from the job she wished to complete. Finally, she sighed and said, "My bed is kind of calling to me."

"We will call you if we find out anything major," Aubrey promised her friend, squeezing her arm and giving her a consoling smile. "You just get home and sleep, take care of yourself."

Elle sighed and nodded, finally exiting with Anderson back into the elevator. Aubrey, Derek, and Hotchner, on the other hand walked through the main lobby to the pit when the secretary stopped Hotchner and told him, "Agent Hotchner, your wife is in your office, waiting to see you."

Hotchner looked visibly confused. "My wife?"

The secretary nodded and Hotchner quickly entered the pit, Derek and Aubrey having to almost run to catch up with him. He immediately loped up the staircase that led to his office, rushing inside as he shut the blinds. Aubrey cussed and Derek laughed at her.

Meanwhile, Spencer, Gideon, and JJ all pooled around Aubrey's desk, where they were standing. JJ was the one to ask, "What's Haley doing here?"

Aubrey shrugged; Derek answered verbally, "We're as confused as you are."

The conversation was a short one. Within five minutes, they were exiting the office and Haley was leaving the room. Hotchner kissed Haley at the door, holding it open for her before turning back to the Pit and walking back to his team. He looked a little paler than he had before the talk, and a little angrier as well. Gideon was the one to ask, "What was that about?"

"We've got another gift," he said, holding up a piece of paper between his pointer and middle finger. Spencer, ever the inquisitive mind, plucked it from his grip and began poring over the words. "I got a statement from her about who delivered it. JJ, pick someone to go with you."

Aubrey and Derek eagerly looked to JJ for her to pick one of them, as both of them were looking for exciting tasks to keep them awake. When she chose Derek over Aubrey, she just glared at him with jealousy. He smirked at her, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek real quick before pulling away. "You snooze, you lose, you loser."

Aubrey laughed drily. "Your lack of sleep is affecting your already non-existent humor abilities."

"And your lack of sleep is affecting your ability to talk coherently," Derek teased back, giving her a crooked, confident smile. "Make sure you hold down the fort while we're gone."

Hotchner turned back to the rest of the team as JJ and Derek left, asking, "I'm assuming you have something you want to tell me about the raid on Giles' house?"

Now, Derek looked as if he wanted to say. Aubrey bit back a laugh and blew a kiss to him instead as it was now his turn to glare at her as he wanted to be in her spot. She ignored his last look and turned back to Hotchner, Spencer, and Gideon, the latter of which spoke next.

"He impaled himself with a sword." Even normally emotionally controlled Hotchner's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Gideon quirked his eyebrow in that amused way of his. "The sword was engraved with a message, and there was a message written in blood on the mirror. Reid has been trying to figure out both phrases. The latter one produced this."

Gideon handed a music box, opened by what Aubrey presumed was the skeleton key Spencer had received that was still sticking out from the keyhole. Inside was a third message, a lock of blonde hair, and a DVD.

"Have you played this already?" Hotchner asked, sliding the DVD into the nearest computer's hard drive.

"Yes, but you better listen to it yourself," Gideon said, crossing his arms over his chest, a motion that Aubrey had recognized as his deep thought stature. Great minds alike, Spencer did the same type of tick as he shoved his hands into his pockets and began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

The DVD played, revealing a raspy voice claiming of a quest with only one rule: they would allow no outside help.

"We're beyond that now," Hotchner said after the message stopped playing. "We should get a press conference going, bring him out into the open."

"Do we think he's on serial killer level yet?" Aubrey asked curiously. Hotchner, Spencer, and Gideon all turned to look at her, and under such close scrutiny of who she considered to be the three most intelligent people on her team, she wanted to cower, but only for a moment.

She stood strong as she said, "The way the two men died- decapitation and impalement- are both pretty intense, and the messages probably signify some sort of psychotic break. But do we think he might spree?"

"One thing I've learned in my many years of profiling? You come up with these parameters and such for someone to fit in and belong to, but there's always someone who breaks it. This guy could be that. You really don't ever know until it happens," Gideon answered honestly. "We need to assume that he will, and work just as quickly as if we were dealing with a spree killer."

"I will go do the press conference," Hotchner said. "I want the three of you to continue on working out our messages, including the one from Haley."

He handed the slip of paper back to Reid as he began staring at it intensely, and Aubrey looked at the photos from the crime scene of Frank Giles' murder and the first message that was left, trying to get an idea of who this guy was and what he really wanted.

Two hours passed before Aubrey finally looked away from her computer screen, blinking as her eyes attempted to refocus. Hotchner had already finished his press conference and was lingering by Reid's cubicle with Gideon, trying to see if he had figured out anything.

Suddenly, one of the desk workers stood up and cleared their throat to garner the attention of the four BAU agents.

"Sir," the desk worker said, looking pale. "We've got a call from a guy claiming to be the Fisher King."

Gideon looked over sharply at Aubrey, Spencer, and Hotchner, who rushed up behind him to the phone. Aubrey pressed the recorder that the desk worker had plugged into the phone as Gideon asked conversationally, "Hello, who is this?"

"You broke the one rule," he rasped.

Gideon confidently leaned against one of the walls of the desk worker's cubicle, crossing one arm across his chest as the other continued to hold up the phone to his ear. As their delivery man to Haley's house said he was paid off by a man with a deformed face, Gideon had built up part of a profile, and so he brought it forward almost immediately, ignoring the Fisher King's previous comment. "So, did your burns affect your respiratory system?"

There was a growl at the other end of the line. Aubrey didn't think she was alone in assuming the Fisher King would just cut back with another threat, but he came back with something far more serious.

"Agent Greenaway didn't have to die."

Then, he hung up the phone.