"Morgan, can you check something for me?" Blake was trembling so hard she could barely hold onto her cell phone.

"What do you need?" Morgan could sense her excitement.

"I need you to take a look at the abduction site photos for Eleanor DuValle and Sheila MacKay," Blake told him. "They should be on my desk."

"They are on everybody's desk," Morgan reminded her, picking up a well-worn file that was lying in front of him. "What am I looking for?"

"Vending machines," Blake specified. "Are there any in the vicinity?"

"Well, there are some in the lobby at the health club Eleanor DuValle was abducted from," Morgan was studying the photos. "And, it appears there are some in the area that Sheila MacKay was last seen in. Does that mean something?"

"I think I know who targeted these women!" Blake declared. "Put me through to Garcia!"

"Garcia here," the tech promptly answered her phone. "Please tell me you have something - Please!"

"I hope so," Blake told her. "I need you to check on vending machines. I know some of them are owned by companies, and others are owned by private entrepreneurs who establish their own routes. Can you check the machines in the buildings where the women were abducted?"

"Vending machines?" Garcia gasped. "I should have through of that – I frequent the ones in our building often enough! Let me get started!"

"Thanks!" Blake told the tech. "If you find what I think you are going to find, gather everyone in the conference room. I am on my way in."

When Blake arrived at the office, Garcia had already gathered the team in the conference room and was giving them a brief explanation. After Blake had taken a seat at the table, Garcia put a driver's license picture up on the flat screen. It showed a nondescript looking, thick-necked, man with short, sandy colored hair, and a blank expression in his dark eyes.

"Meet the neckless wonder, George Wyatt. Scoundrel, reprobate, miscreant, and general all around bad guy," Garcia began. "Also, my personal choice for worst person in the world!"

"What can you tell us about him?" Hotch demanded.

"He is originally from this area," Garcia began. "Born and raised not too far from here in Carlsburg, Virginia. Judging from his elementary school records, he is extremely intelligent. However, shortly after arriving at the local high school, he apparently got in with a bad crowd and proceeded to get himself a juvenile record. When he finally managed to graduate, with multiple suspensions for dubious behavior I might add, he somehow managed to join the military. He lasted there approximately three months before being given a psychological discharge. The diagnoses of record include several personality disorders, including OCD."

"That would account for his alphabetical fixation," Blake observed.

"And, it would also explain his success with the vending machines," JJ added. "Those machines need to be organized just so if they're going to work properly."

"His problems continued after his discharge when he was arrested and then released for several petty crimes," Garcia continued. "His behavior then escalated to the point where he attempted to rob a convenience store using a handgun. No one was injured and no shots were fired, so he received a sentence of only three years."

Reid stood up and walked closer to the flat screen to get a better look at the picture. "I just want to take a good look at the bastard I am going to destroy," he snarled.

"Reid, Man, we understand. We really do," Morgan told him as he joined Reid in front of the screen. "Just let Garcia finish, and then you and I are going to go out and get this sucker!" He guided Reid back to his seat at the table where Reid promptly picked up his empty coffee cup and crushed it.

"When Evil Man was released from prison, he appeared to have reformed," Garcia continued. "He began working a route for the Majic Machines Company, filling and servicing vending machines. After working for them for 18 months, he began organizing and running his own routes. For a while, he was seemingly above the law."

"However, and this is a big however," Garcia added. "About eight months ago he got into a legal battle with the National Parks Service over his dumping of used motor oil in a wetlands area. He ended up spending 10 days in jail, and being fined $10,000, plus community service. Following that episode, he began sending hate mail to any and all government officials he could think of. Consequently, he was put on several government watch lists, where he remains to this day. There is also an arrest warrant out for him because he never completed his community service."

"That's our stressor," JJ commented.

"Where do we find this scumbag?" Rossi wanted to know.