Emily's black SUV pulled up outside a minute or so of me waiting by the curb. I jumped in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, and she sped off.

"What is this all about?" I asked as soon as I could.

"Hotch was non-specific."

"You two? But he at least told you where we are going right?" I asked hopeful. Hotch would have had to have told her more then me, right?

"He said 'pick up JJ and Reid, then head over to Gideon's apartment'. But that's all he said."

"What's at Gideon's?" I was slightly worried. We didn't receive calls like this, not from Hotch. Hotch was always calm and collected while on the phone, and usually if it involved the whole team I knew mostly more the he did about a case. I knew this wasn't normal.

"Your guess is as good as mine." We turned a few corners in silence, but I couldn't take the noiselessness anymore.

"I hate this job sometimes," I said leaning forward and laying my head in my hands. I then ran my hands around my face and back through my hair, and resumed how I was sitting before.

"I thought you didn't have any plans this weekend?"

"Yeah. I don't." Well not now at least, they were out the window as soon as Hotch called. "I was just about to head out," Emily took a quick look at me telling me to go on, and then put her attention back on the road. "Dinner."

"Oh are you hungry, we could quickly stop off and get something."

"No, I'm not hungry anymore." I wasn't lying about dinner, I was going to get something to eat on the way to the airport. But with the uncertainty of what was going on, food was the last thing on my mind.

…

We picked up Reid and within five minutes we were at Gideon's apartment. There were cops everywhere. Red and blue flashing lights lit up the street. I saw Derek run passed everyone and into the building. What the hell was going on?

"You two jump out I'll find a park," both Reid and I obliged.

We headed upstairs as fast as possible. There was a cop in front of the apartment door, not letting anyone through. Spence pulled out his credentials to gain access and the guard let him in. I stumbled to find mine, realising I had left them in the car.

"Sorry Ma'am, can't let you through."

Reid turned around seeing I wasn't following him. "She's with me." And the cop just stepped aside.

"Thanks," I looked around. I hadn't seen the inside of Gideon's place before, he always kept his private life as private as possible, I could relate.

There were trains covering shelfs, collectables I guessed. Pictures of birds hanged in frames all around his living and dining room. A table was set for dinner, he was entertaining. We walked closer to where Hotch and Derek were standing. I didn't stop looking around his apartment. I stood and looked around his bedroom, seeing the gruesome sight that was laid out on the bed. Blood covered the walls. Crime scene techs looked over the body. It was someone I didn't know, I guessed that was better then the alternative.

I started to listen to the conversation going on between the guys, seeing if they knew anymore, which I'm sure Hotch did.

"Either way we're under strict orders not to get in the way of the investigation. Gideon's a suspect, we're his colleagues," Hotch said with his arms folded across his chest. He didn't seem too happy about the situation.

"Conflict of interest. There's no way they'll ask for our help," I said, understanding the bureaucratic red tape better then the rest of the team.

"Which he needs badly right now," Hotch seemed worried about Gideon. It wasn't surprising they were probably the closest on the team.

"Well who spoke to him last?" Derek asked.

"I did about two hours ago," Hotch answered. Emily had just arrived in the apartment, and started looking around at the scene.

"What did he say?" Spence asked.

"He said he was late for a date."

"Do we even know who she is?" Derek inquired.

"An old school friend. We're conflicted out of the investigation. We are just here to answer questions the MPD might have. So we need to assess what we can while we can," Hotch replied.

"Evisceration of the torso. Removal of various organs. The guy's clearly a sexually sadistic psychopath," Spence said having examined the body and the crime scene from where we were standing.

"He's well versed with a scalpel. He's done this before. We need to at least get photos," Emily said adding her insight to the conversation.

"JJ, your cell phone. Get as many as you can, as quick as you can and get them to Garcia," Hotch said looking over at me.

I walked over closer to the bedroom, and pulled out my work cell. I tried to hide the phone from the cops working around the body, but they seemed not to notice, or maybe they didn't care. I took a couple of dozen, getting as many angles as I could. The techies seemed to leave once I entered. Did they not know we weren't working the case? I sent the pictures to the FBI computers, and heading back to the group.

"JJ, call Garcia and tell her what's going on. I called her earlier, so she should be in her office now."

I headed back into the bedroom, not that I wanted to, but it was the quietest room in the apartment. I turned away from the bed, not really wanting a reminder of what was happening.

I pressed down on the seven on my speed dial, and wait for her to answer. It was ringing for quite a while before she answered. Maybe she wasn't in her office yet. Finally she answered.

"Oh JJ. It's Friday night. The cute guy from counterterrorism? Three cocktails in, I am looking at second base. So this better be good," she wanted sympathy, and I wasn't in the mood to give it to her. I was meant to be waiting for my plane to board, where I would be heading down south to see Will for a whole weekend. A weekend that was meant to be uninterrupted and where I could forget about work.

"It's far from good," I replied grimly.

There was a brief pause in conversation. But I could hear her computers making some sort of noise. I was guessing she was looking at the photos I had just sent to her. "Where are you?" She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Gideon's apartment."

"What's happening?" She asked.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I'll call you again if I find out more", I disconnected the call, and headed back out to meet the others, who were all still talking about the crime.

"Garcia's looking at the pictures now."

"Good. JJ, I want you to head back to the Bureau, help Garcia."

"Take my car," Emily said throwing me the keys.

I caught them in my left hand, and left the apartment, glad to be out of the horror scene.

…

I called the airlines again while in the car. I used hands free. It was the only moment I thought I would get alone and I wanted to call as soon as possible. I knew the flight wouldn't have left yet, so there was hopefully a good chance I could cancel my tickets. I told them what was going on, about how I was an FBI agent and I had just got called to work. Unfortunately due to how close the plane was to leaving, I wasn't able to cancel my tickets, but I was able to change them for another weekend. Which I was fine with, I mean I was hopefully going to go back down there soon anyway.

I walked into Garcia office, but she wasn't there.

'Where are you?'

I waited for a reply. I felt like I was waiting a long time, but it probably was less then two minutes.

'Had to deliver some file.
All photos are on the
round table.'

I head back out to the bullpen, and then up to the conference room. All the pictures were laid out messily. I look around the office. It was weird being here all alone. Sure I was sometimes the last one here, but tonight felt different. Gideon was missing, there was a dead stranger lying on his bed. The rest of the team was out in the field. And Garcia was no where to be found.

I looked over the pictures and saw some red marker on a few. I looked down at one that read 'JJ! Check this out'. A page had been ripped out, but there was numbers on the side. I didn't know what it was, but I thought it would probably be important. I called Emily, wanting to bounce what ever this was off someone else.

"JJ," she answered.

"Yeah, ah…Gideon had a book, a black leather-bound book. Garcia discovered something. It looks like the first page has been ripped out. You can only really see what's left on the side of the page. But it's definitely Gideon's handwriting. It looks like some kind of a list."

Hotch quickly realised what the book was, and what was on the first page. They all started collaborating about what the list meant, and who Frank was after. I was surprised by the use of Frank; I had obviously left before they worked out who it was. I remembered who Frank was. And I wasn't surprised he targeted Gideon.

"JJ, start locating all the possible targets. We need to call them and warn them."

"Got it," I answered and hanged up.

I headed to Gideon's office, knowing at this point he won't mind my intrusion. I picked up as many of the photo frames as I could. I knew the photos that were on Gideon's desk were most probably the people on the piece of paper. I knew most of the faces, and wrote down their names compiling the list that Hotch requested.

Taking a break from carrying the photo frames I decide to send out both Frank's and Jane's pictures out to the media outlets and started liaising with the Washington MPD , knowing it was something Hotch would want done, and having their photos out there could put some pressure on them.

I continued taking the photos back to the round table. Hotch and Derek walked into the conference room. I told them what I had done, and he gives me more orders about Jane, and working with the MPD. It had only been about a half an hour since Hotch had called me at my apartment, we sure did work quickly.

Emily entered the room, saying that the list of possible victims had been narrowed down to nine people. We divvy up the names on the list. Some of us got one others got two. I was given one. Rebecca Bryant. Her father had kept her captive for two years in a basement. He turned saving her into a game, playing each of us like pawns on a chess board. Everyone else was busy on their own phones; I used the landline in the room, as I had become accustom to using it since being here.

The phone rang three times before she answered.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Rebecca Bryant? Hi, this is Jennifer Jareau with the FBI."

"He's not Agent Gideon, is he?" Upon hearing this, the team looked in the direction of the phone, working out we had just found Frank's new victim.

"Excuse me?" I asked hoping I heard her wrong.

"Rebecca, this is Agent Hotchner. If you can, very calmly excuse yourself and get out of the house. Can you do that?" I guessed I didn't hear her wrong.

"Rebecca. Just calmly hang up, walk to your door and leave. Okay?" I could hear her deep breathing on the other end of the line; her panic must have set in. I couldn't imagine what she had been through, but now it was happening again, life was not fair. "Rebecca?"

"What's going on?" She asked, and I felt like she so deserved an explanation.

"Rebecca?" She yelped and then her end went silent.

"Rebecca? Rebecca?" Hotch kept calling out, hoping to get a reply. But we both knew she wasn't there anymore.

A new voice came on the phone. "I regret to inform you that Rebecca's name should be moved to a new list." I was shocked, I couldn't open my mouth. These people, people we are meant to be helping, were being targeted and killed, because we saved them. Death seemed to have a cruel sense of humour.

…

The rest of the team headed over to Rebecca's apartment, I stayed behind running point from the office. Not having anything to do, until I heard something I decide to call Will. I knew I shouldn't have, but I didn't care. I waited for him to pick up.

"Hey JJ, I thought you wouldn't be able to call until later."

"I found some time…I'm sorry I really just needed a break from all that's going on."

"Take it you don't want to talk about work."

"That would be correct," we paused for a second, and just hearing him breathe on the other end, comforted me. "So any plans for the weekend?" I asked trying to switch the subject off work completely.

"Nothing big anymore. I was able to switch my shifts back, so it wouldn't be a total waste of a weekend. I still wish you were coming down though," the fact that I hadn't put him out too much was a relief.

"Me too."

"But now I get to sit behind a desk and do some paperwork until the phone rings, so pretty much what I was going to do. Just whatever you do, don't think you ruined my weekend. Cause you didn't. Were you able to cancel your flights?"

"Uh kind of. I couldn't get a refund, but I get to change the date to whenever I want. So I guess that's a plus."

"Yeah cause sometimes airline companies just give you the push around."

"I just told them what was happening, and they aren't losing out on any money." My work cell started vibrating on the table in front of me. "Uh, I'm sorry Will, my phones ringing, and it will be about the case, so I need to take it, it could be important."

"You don't need to explain. I hope it all ends well."

"Same, bye."

"Bye", Will replied. I'm glad I called Will, even without him knowing what's going on he was still able to make me feel better about everything.