A/N – sorry for the slow update, been a manic Easter, husband hurt his back, son with chickenpox and my grandma died...thanks to everyone who is reading, reviewing and alerting. This chapter is dedicated to my grandma who was the person who taught me to love books, reading and libraries.

Chapter 25 – Bolgia 1 & Bolgia 2

Morgan looked at Reid as the young doctor jogged past him on the stairs.

"Well if you had some of the breakfast stuff maybe you wouldn't be so nimble."

The words were muttered under his breath, behind the brown paper bags that would hopefully feed the ten of them.

"Oh come on Derek, with all those hours you put in at the gym you can't tell me that you're tired!"

"Of course not babygirl just that the two of us are here struggling while Reid acts like..."

"An excited little boy?"

Morgan laughed as he realised how spot on Garcia's description was, especially when Reid spotted Jack and Henry sitting and drawing in the conference room and ran to join them.

"Hello Uncle Derek, Uncle Spencer, Auntie Pen."

Jack sat up and smiled warmly at the three adults as they sat around the table with Garcia quickly picking Henry up and placing him on her lap.

"So did you sleep well boys?"

Morgan smiled as he started to open up the bags and the smell of warm food enveloped the room.

"Yeah but Auntie Em snores, really loudly!"

Henry giggled as he finished speaking, he looked at Jack who likewise was laughing but he was hiding his chortling behind his hands.

"Come on boys eat up and then I'll take you to school."

"Yeah Jack we get to ride with Uncle Derek!"

Henry smiled broadly as he tucked into his breakfast, smiles and laughter descending into the conference room which was a welcoming sign as JJ, Dave and Hotch joined the group.

He was in the apartment, he wanted a change of scenery for this one, a bit of home comfort after living in different vehicles, travelling around the east coast. It was a slight gamble but he knew that they were no closer to finding him and after tomorrow he would be out of the apartment, leaving a departing gift or two of course. He leaned back on the sofa and turned the volume up on the huge tv, letting the room fill with the roar of NASCAR engines, this was all part of his planning, to test out the sound proofing to its limits, if the neighbours didn't complain about the noise tonight then tomorrow when the fun and games started he would be uninterrupted.

Emily splashed cold water on her face, however nice it had been to spend the night in Aaron's arms the abrupt alarm of Jack and Henry jumping on her had been a stark reminder of where she had slept. They had spent five minutes playing with the boys, tickling, wrestling and cuddling before Aaron had managed to cajole them into the conference room so the two of them could go and get showered and changed before facing the trials of the day ahead. Emily reached over and grabbed a paper towel, patting her face dry when she heard a familiar voice.

"Rough night?"

Emily instantly dropped the paper towel into the sink and turned around to see a tired but smiling Tasha looking at her.

"You're one to talk!"

Emily quickly walked over and hugged her daughter who instantly reciprocated the gesture.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there yesterday, when we got back you were already asleep and I didn't want to disturb you."

Tasha kept smiling as she pulled slightly away from Emily but she kept a hold of her mother's hands.

"That's ok I was exhausted, I didn't think that it would affect me like that but it did."

"Yes well there's one thing I'm eternally grateful for is that you never developed my way of compartmentalising everything, some things are best not locked away in little boxes."

Emily managed a faint smile as she spoke and Tasha quickly squeezed her hands in support.

"I saw Aaron a minute ago, he said that there was breakfast in the conference room."

"Good idea and then we can see what your plans are for the day."

Tasha nodded as Emily reached around and put her arm around her daughter's waist as the two of them walked out of the bathroom and back towards the bullpen.

It was hunting day today, the days that he enjoyed the most, although he loved the planning and preparation there was no comparison to when the adrenalin rushed through his body, first there was the hunt, then there was the kill. Both carried their own dangers in being caught but his confidence was at all time high. Locking the apartment securely he pulled the baseball cap tightly onto his head and adjusted the glasses that how adorned his face, the jacket, jeans and t-shirt were all from a thrift store and looked well worm and he certainly looked the part as he climbed into the yellow cab he had chosen for his vehicle to lure the next two contrapasso's. While he was alone he allowed himself the luxury of listening to "Ten-Ten Wins" and their panicked reaction to the three bodies he had left two days previously, they were calling him a 'mad man', someone who was truly evil, he was the 'son of the devil'. The laughter filled the cab as he carried on driving, if only they knew the true reasons for all of this they would thank him, and nobody would miss his next two contrapasso's, they were truly deserving of the punishment that was heading their way.

Hotch sat down and looked around the table, everyone was there minus Morgan who was currently dropping Jack and Henry off at school, Emily had just returned after leaving Tasha who was currently sitting in his office eating some breakfast.

"Sir we've got them, the ids of the three victims and hang on, yes I've got details about the motorbike from the video taken at the scene too."

Garcia's eager voice spoke as she peered over the top of her laptop while her fingers were still working away on the keyboard, almost instantaneously three photos appeared on the large screen with their names and addresses.

"Good work Garcia. Let's see if there are any links between the victims and then we need to speak to the family and neighbours and see if they spotted anything unusual in the last week. What about the motorbike?"

The room fell silent apart from the noise of Garcia's fingers tapping away rapidly, everyone's eyes were quickly focused on the large screen as the photos moved to the side and a picture of a yellow motorbike appeared alongside a photo of a man and a map of New York.

He stopped the cab and turned the engine off, the first contrapasso was in his sights, standing with his Styrofoam cup of lukewarm coffee. He tucked the messenger bag safely under the passenger seat before he pocketed the syringe. Five minutes later the body was safely stowed in the trunk of the cab and he was driving the short distance to pick up the next contrapasso, she was going to be the easier of the two, always travelling around in cabs, he knew where she was having lunch and then it was simply a job of picking her up and then the chloroform and air conditioning would get to work. The apartment he had chosen was not in a great neighbourhood, nobody would question him helping people in, all he had to say, if anyone asked, was that they had had a little too much to drink. So forty minutes later both drugged contrapasso's were drooped on the sofa and the door was locked, a smile crept across his face as he realised that the fun was about to start once again. Bolgia 1 was the large black man, Reggie Johnson was his given name, but he knew that Reggie was a pimp, exploiting vulnerable young women. Within moments he lifted the woman up and carried her through to the bathroom, picking up the whip on his return.

He walked through to the kitchen and washed his hands thoroughly, the blood and faeces came off easily but the smell was not so easily masked. He sat down on the stool and opened his messenger bag, quickly extracting the notebook and entered his observations, it was then that he noticed the alarm on his cell phone.

"Shit!"

He slammed the phone down, almost breaking it, the bad news was causing his cheeks to redden, how had they identified the contrapasso so easily? His head lifted up and he caught sight of the dead body on the floor.

"Shit!"

Quickly he gathered his belongings into the messenger bag and walked towards the door, taking the decision to leave by the service entrance and to use the subway to make his exit.

Hotch had to reach out and grab a hold of Dave's seat as the jet lurched suddenly, his concentration fully on the conversation on the phone until he pocketed his cell and looked at the team.

"NYPD found two bodies in the apartment, no sign of the unsub but the bodies were still warm, they are talking to the neighbours to see if anyone can give us a description."

"Crap we were that close?"

Morgan hit the table in frustration as Dave looked at him.

"Yes but he is starting to make mistakes and we already have his next target in protective custody."

He sat on the bus, the hat and glasses gone, clothes changed and the day old stubble shaved, he took a deep intake of breath as the bus headed south. This was why he had spent so much time planning, it was always good to have a back up contrapasso.