Voltaire had once said "The man visited by ecstasies and visions, who takes dreams for realities, is an enthusiast. The man who supports his madness with murder is a fanatic."

The scene on which they arrived was a quintessential disaster area. It was a farm –or what used to be a farm— in upstate New York. The farm now looked like a wild fire had ripped through all the crops and even the personal residence on the farm. There were several teams of crime scene techs looking over the whole area. The BAU team was near the house where most of the damage seemed to originate.

"They have found several pieces of plastic that looked like they could be from a timing device." Hotch said. "I would like you to look at them after they are tested for chemicals and finger prints; to see if you can figure out what it was used for."

Morgan gave a nod of understanding.

"I think we are done here for now. Let's get back to the station. So we can get the updated profile out." Hotch said.

The team left the farm only after the police officer in change was informed of where the evidence was to be sent. Then hours later they sent out a press release of the profile and waited for the calls to come in on the hot line.

Serial Killer Believed to be in the area.

Late last evening the Federal Bureau of Investigation released the profile of a suspected serial killer along with a artist sketch of what he might look like.

The suspect it question is suspected of starting several fires in the area and in California but the FBI have not ruled out incidents in other states. The fires in question have cause several deaths and injurys. The FBI consider the suspect armed and dangerous.

The suspect is believed to be an older white male with Germanic heritage. He is suspected to be between thirty nine and sixty nine years old and in great physical shape for his age. They also believe the suspect to be injured or limited in some way because of the way the firers are started.

Remember be safe and don't go after the suspect alone because he is considered armed and dangerous until further noticed.

Written by M.G. Grey

Morgan put the article down on his desk. It had been a week since the article had appeared in the paper. They had gotten numerous tips but none of them had turned up anymore leads, just people hoping to get their name into the morning newspaper or the evening broadcast of the television news.

The only thing Derek Morgan could do was hope that they would get a lead so they could take down the unknown subject and get back home. The phone rang and Morgan answered it.

"Derek Morgan speaking how may I help you?" Morgan asked sounding like a hotel clerk.

"I need to speak to an agent." A timid voice said.

"You are speaking to one." Derek replied "What do you need to tell me?"

"The picture of the man in the paper, I recognize him. He comes into the diner where I work every day and leaves after only taking a few bites." The woman said. "And he would always leave mumbling about how people didn't have any respect these days and he was going to make them respect something or someone."

"Ma'am are you okay?" Morgan asked. "Can you tell me your name.

"Erica Myers and He's here now and he's taken us hostage. I'm hiding in the supply closet with my cell phone."

"What's the address?" Morgan asked. "I need to know so I can get you and the others out of there."

The woman quickly gave the address before she hung up the phone.

"Hotch." Morgan yelled at the abrupt end of the call.

"What?" Hotch asked.

"A woman just called claiming to be held hostage by a man that looks like the sketch of the un-sub." Morgan explained already heading to the address given to him by the woman.

The rest of the team quickly followed. Morgan pulled out his cell phone and dialed Garcia's number at Quantico.

"What can I do for you the oracle of all knowing is open." Garcia greeted him.

"Baby girl I need you to look in to the cell phone records of Erica Myers."

"Is she connected to the un-sub?"Garcia asked him.

"No she's being held hostage by him." Morgan replied.

"Oh dear, I will look through as fast as I can and let you know if any calls are going through."

"That's my girl." Morgan said. "I'll let you know if we take him down."

"You better and good bye for now," Garcia said before hanging up.

The team were already in the SUV's with their vest on waiting to go to the scene. The only one that wasn't going was Seaver and that was because she was given the task of monitoring the phone lines. Rossi –for lack of a better word- was in his element with the hostage situation and had begun talking about how they should go about getting the hostages out of the dinner without getting themselves or the hostages hurt or killed in the process. The rest of the team gave their input every now and then wanting to have the best possible outcome and to do so everyone's input was going to be needed.

When they got to the scene there cops were already there the lights on top of their cars flashing. One officer was talking to the man inside trying to get him to come out while another officer was directing the traffic. Hotch and Rossi had walked up to the man talking through the megaphone. Morgan walked over to the man directing traffic and told him just to use the squad cars to block off the ends of the block so no more cars could get through.