William Shakespeare wrote, "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."

Spencer Read stood in the living room of Maria O'Dell. There was nothing wrong with the living room but the crime scene techs were ordered to go over everything. They were scanning for body fluids and dusting for finger prints. Reid however was reading a note placed in a plastic bag. It was a short note but it was in German so he had to translate it into English.

"I got it." Reid said out loud.

"What did you get?" Morgan asked walking into the room.

"The note I translated it." Reid replied. "German is one of the harder ones for me to translate."

"So what does it say."

"Read the English." Reid said handing over a small piece of paper with the English translation on it.

"She was German and she turned her back against our world and our culture. She had to die this disrespect can't go on any longer." Morgan read from the paper. "So the unsub is German we already knew that."

"Yes we did but this note says that the victim was killed because of her disrespect to her German heritage but she wasn't German, she was Italian she was born and raised in Italy and only moved to America when she married her American husband three years ago." Reid told Morgan.

"Did you call Garcia?" Morgan asked.

"Of course I did." Reid told him. "I wouldn't be the genius I am if I didn't."

"You would still be a genius if hadn't called her you just wouldn't know anything about the victim." Morgan told him.

"True." Reid said. "I'm going to take this for finger prints. The sooner we get noticed the sooner we can catch the un-sub."

"You just want to get home to Olivia and Jane."

"Like you wouldn't if you had someone like them waiting at home for you." Reid replied back.

"Don't worry man I get it. Just wait until they are done finger printing that way you can take everything all at once instead of making several trips." Morgan said. "Save on gas to."

"Garcia trying to get you to go green?" Reid asked.

"You could say that."

"Morgan, Reid can you guys finish up here. There's been another attack called in." Prentiss said. "Hotch and I are going to check it out and Rossi is talking to some of Maria O'Dell's neighbors but most of them didn't see a thing during the night."

"Tell Hotch we'll have Garcia send him everything we can find and get." Morgan called after her retreating form.

Prentiss turned back for a few seconds and gave the two men a nod saying she understood. They waved back at her and went back to their work. Morgan took over supervision over everything but the finger prints which Reid kept track of.

About two (maybe a little more) hours later the two men walked out of the apartment for the last time with two boxes of evidence each with six more boxes in the SUV they were driving around while they were in town. After leaving the apartment they went straight toward the station to log it all in and sent whatever needed to be sent off on its way. After they finished the evidence there was paper work and more paper work.

They did not have to investigate another attack because the one Hotch and Prentiss got called away on was a fake. It had turned out to be a bunch of teenagers that hat gotten high and thought it would be funny to prank call a bunch of cops. It was not funny and they now were being charged with possession and making a false report they were all likely to end up on probation.

"That's the last of them." Rossi said slamming down his copy of the folder on to a desk. "Dang hooligans," He added.

"Rossi, you do not know how old you made yourself sound right there." Morgan commented laughing.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you just give it a few years and you will say things like that." Rossi told him.

"I'm thirty seven and you are what fifty one I don't see that happing anytime soon." Moran replied.

"Fifty two but that doesn't mean my age affects anything I do." Rossi said to Derek.

"We have a witness." Reid said coming up to them.

"What do you mean?" Both Morgan and Rossi ask him.

"A woman that lives on the floor below Maria the latest victim recognizes the sketch of the man we sent out to all the news outlets as a man that walked up to Maria's floor and she says that when –her word not mine- catch him that she would be willing to look at a photo lineup only because she can't leave her apartment."

"And you found that all out from talking to her?" Morgan asked.

"Yes. She thought I sounded like her grandson that died three years ago in a car accident." Reid told them.

"Okay." Morgan replied turning his attention back on to the files in front of him hoping they had some kind of connection to the Un-sub so more woman and men like Maria didn't have to die for nothing.

His attention was taken away when Hotch said that there had been another attack and that these victims were alive and knew who the un-sub was. They all rushed out after him hoping that the cases end was near and they could all go home and get much needed sleep. The all pulled on bullet proof vest. Morgan looked over to see Agent Cadet Seaver looking off into space.

"Seaver if you want to go you have to put on a vest so put it on now or go back inside." Derek told her.

"Sorry." Agent Sever replied.

She took a vest and placed it on her body and followed Morgan out to the black SUV.