Rossi and Reid made their way back into the conference room. Everyone else was already back, sitting around drinking coffee.

"Did you guys get any information?" Rossi asked.

JJ started. "Unfortunately, the place we went to, and too much turn over for us to get any details."

Morgan continued. "We got a nosy neighbor; thankfully, she had all too much to say about what was going on."

"We had the same," Reid mentioned.

"Let's get Garcia on the line and hope she can filter down a suspect list," Hotch said, immediately turning to the laptop and starting a video call.

Garcia picked up soon after. "So, while you guys have been away, I've been looking at where our victims had some overlap. It was practically everywhere since the town's not too big. There are very few selections of different places one can go to."

"Well, we have some information to hopefully get our suspect list down from every male in the city," Kate informed her.

"Alright, hit me."

"Pretty dark brown hair, around average size," Morgan told her as Garcia turned in. "Also look for manual laborers. He was noted to wear coveralls sometimes."

"That's leaving me with too many options, guys."

Rossi continued. "One of the neighbors we talked to mentioned that he was quite pale, so look for professions where they would spend the majority of their time inside."

"I'm getting things along the lines of technicians and mechanics. Still, there are too many."

"What are we missing?" JJ asked the group.

"Garcia?" Reid asked. "Can you look into the victims' banking statements? See if there was some overlap as far as maintenance concerns."

"Let me check," Garcia told him. They heard her typing away for some time. "That's a no go."

Kate thinking along the same lines as Reid, asked: "Can you check the buildings? The majority of the victims lived in apartments, so they wouldn't be calling for services themselves."

Garcia continued typing. "Got it. All of the apartment buildings were service for cabling for the same company. I also cross-referenced the neighborhoods inside the overage area, and all of the victims were within that area."

"So, out unsub would be going about his everyday life when he spots his preferred victim," Rossi theorized. "He sees them in the area as he's working. Also, no one would question a maintenance ban around town. They would just assume the person was working as they learned their schedule and plan the perfect time to kill them."

"But there's one thing I don't get," Kate noted. "The last victim. I believe we can all agree that that was rushed. It would seem like he's devolved some but here have been no signs of that."

"I can answer that," Morgan said. "We talked to someone who knew the victim. It was pretty routine for her to call a cab from here she frequents. The owner, pretty protective of her, would let her leave about five minutes before the ETA."

"So, our unsub didn't have the time to drag it out like other victims," JJ suppled.

"Garcia," Hotch called. "We need the address of the company."

"Already sent."

Instead of answering, the group just left as Garcia ended that call herself. It was close to the end of the workday, so they may have been their only chance to catch him before he struck again.

They quickly headed out to the location Garcia sent them. Jumping out speedily and entered the workplace.

"Hi, can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"We need to speak with you, manager," Hotch said, flashing his badge to the man.

"Of course," he said. The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. The conversation was short and urgent. "He's on his way."

Not even a minute later, a man in a simple shirt and tie walked into the room. "How many I help the FBI?"

"We have reason to believe that one of your employees, you would have to be specific."

"He had dark brown hair, average height, and fairly pale," Morgan said.

"That describes the lots of my employees."

"He would be fairly meek in group situations and more assertive when alone," Kate said.

"He would also be fairly desperate to move up, possibly a promotion," Rossi said, "even when he has no reason."

The manager thought for a minute. "That sounds a bit like Jason. He doesn't really talk to anyone, but he does come to my office every couple of weeks, practically demanding a pay raise, saying he deserves it. Even though in the last couple of months or so, he's been doing less."

"What do you mean by doing less?" JJ asked.

"He's been taking fewer calls. He's out and about all the times. When you ask where he's been, he gives excuses. Never before have I seen someone do that unless they are doing something else on company time. He does just enough so that I can't fire him, but it's definitely a shift from how he was when he first started working here."

"Do you know where he is right now?" Hotch asked.

The manager turned to the receptionist, who was already typing away. The sound of a printer followed soon after. The receptionist grabbed a page and handing it to Hotch. "He got there fairly recently. He should still be there when you get there."

"Thank you," Hotch said, leading everyone in out. He quickly pulled out his phone. "Chief Murray, we have a possible location. Send a couple of units, but leave the sirens off." Hotch turned the phone off after giving the address.

They were quick to hop into the SUVs and rushed to the location. They were about twenty minutes; the deputies meeting them there would get there first.

As they got closer to the location, they saw a police barricade about a block away. Once in view, Chief Murray got out of one of the cruisers and started walking toward them.

"I have deputies a block in every direction. We figured that we shouldn't try anything until you guys showed up, but even if he tried to leave, he couldn't anywhere."

"Thank you," Hotch said. It was rare that the chiefs they corresponded with were this sensible. The six agents made their way into the barricade and toward the house. There was a utility van in the driveway, meaning that their unsub was still in the house.

"Likely, the homework is still in the house," Morgan mentioned.

"We'll need to get them out before moving in," JJ noted.

"Does the page say the customer's name?" Reid asked.

Hotch looked at the paper he kept on him. "Yes, it says her name is Nancy."

"I can go up to the door," Kate started, "and pretend to be a friend. One of you can be behind me in case he also comes to the door."

"I'll do that," Rossi answered.

"Morgan and JJ, cover the back entrance in case he tries to escape," Hotch ordered. "Reid and I will make entry once we get the homeowner."

They didn't bother answering. Morgan and JJ moved to the back of the house by going back a couple of houses back and moved through the backyards. The rest quickly moved across the yard, moving to the garage. Kate and Rossi moved in first. Kate moved in front of the door while Rossi was out of the line of sight. Kate rang the doorbell. She heard no movement inside the house. After ringing the doorbell again, she heard a voice telling her to hold on.

Once the door opened, Kate was the first to respond. "Hey, Nancy. It's so good to see you. It's been so long since we've last seen each other." While talking, Kate looked around the room, making sure that no one else would have been able to see her. "We should really catch up," Kate said as she pulled her badge out for the woman to see while motioning for her to keep it going.

"Hi," she said with fear in her eyes. "It has been forever. Why don't we talk outside? It's such a beautiful day."

Nance closed the door behind her as she stepped outside. Kate grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her back to where Hotch and Reid were while Rossi followed behind him.

"What's going on?" the woman asked the four agents.

"Who else is in the house?" Hotch asked bluntly.

"Just that cable guy. What's going on?"

"Let's get you away from the house, and I'll explain things to you," Kate told the woman. The woman graciously followed her.

"I guess I'm with you guys," Rossi told Hotch and Reid.

Hotch just nodded before walking back to the house, barely waiting for Reid and Rossi to follow him. He silently opened the door, ushered the two in before closing the door behind them.

The three of them swept the first floor. Finding nothing, they moved to sweep the second floor. As they were walking, a floorboard creaked under Rossi's weight. They quickly froze.

"Nancy," a voice from above said. "I think I found your problem." The voice was steadily getting closer to them. "I think it just a..." at this point, the man had made his way to the stairs and saw the three agents standing there.

"FBI," Hotch announced. "Don't move."

As soon as the statement was finished, he started running in the way of all quality people. The three agents were quick to prevent him from running any further. The man continued to struggle, but it was no use as Rossi came behind him and grabbed his arms behind his back, and handcuffed him.

"This is the part where you say 'you've got the wrong guy,'" Rossi joked.

Reid was quick to read him his rights before saying something they wouldn't be able to use. Hotch quickly called Morgan and JJ and Chief Murray, telling them that they got the guy custody.

Instead of pleading for his innocence, his mumbled under his breathe about how they deserved it. Reid and Rossi escorted the man outside of the house. It was still slow going because he was struggling to be let go.

Morgan and JJ met them out front and Cheif Murray, who was now parked in the driveway.

Murray walked up to the agents. "So, this is the guy. He looks kinda scrawny to me."

"It's not that surprising," Reid would say. "He would be unexpected to possible victims."

"But, is there any definitive evidence linking to him?

The agents looked at each other, ignoring the suspect in their custody.

"The unsub we're looking for would want to always be in control," JJ started.

"It wouldn't be surprising if he kept trophies from the murders to show that dominance," Rossi noted.

"It would be in a place that he had easy access for the majority of the time," Morgan finished.

"He spends most of the time out and about in his van, going be his boss," Reid said.

"Unfortunately, we can't legally search it because he was arrested inside the house out of range of the vehicle," Murray mentioned.

"Actually, we might be able to," Hotch told the group. He quickly dialed a phone number and waited for the person to answer. "Hello, this is Agent Hotchner. My team and I left your office not even thirty minutes ago. I would like to speak to the man in charge again."

Hotch brought the phone away from his ears and put it on the speaker. On the other side, a voice came out. "How may I help?"

"Do you, as the manager of your company, legally own all of the vans that belong to the company?" Hotch asked.

"Yes, I do."

"We would like to search for the vehicle and need your approval."

"Go right on ahead. I give you permission to search the vehicle.

Hotch looked at Murray with a questioning look. "I can work with that," the chief said.

"Thank you," Hotch said into the phone before hanging up. "Where are your keys?" he asked their unsub.

The man refused to answer. He just stared at everyone with hate in his eyes. Morgan, not wanting to put up with it, was quick to start searching the man. In his front pocket, he found a keychain. He mockingly shook them in front of the unsub's face. He and JJ moved to unlock the door while Rossi and Reid escorted the unsub behind the vehicle. Morgan and JJ were quick to search the vehicle. They looked inside every crevasse that they could in the back of the van.

"There's nothing back here," JJ said.

"What to check from the front? Morgan moved to the front of the car and unlocked the front. Reaching over, he opened the passenger door, and JJ jumped in herself. They diligently searched the front, anywhere that could be used to hide anything.

"The glove box is locked," JJ announced.

The unsub once again started to struggle in Reid's and Rossi's arms.

The unsub once again started to struggle in Reid's and Rossi's arms.

"You're getting closer," Rossi said out loud.

Morgan handed over the keys to JJ, and she got to work opening the glove compartment. Inside, she saw a box. She pulled it out and opened it up. Inside was a stack of photos: they contained pictures of the victims from far away and an image of their dead bodies. Reaching farther into the glove box, she found a sheath knife with the same shape that the ME described. Opening it up, the blade was covered in blood.

After resheathing the knife and closing the box, she jumped out. She held both pieces of evidence in her hands as she walked toward her co-workers. "I found the evidence you need."

After putting gloves on, Murray reached for the box in her hands and looked through the photos. "I would like to see him get out of this one," Murray then got two evidence bags from his cruiser and placed the two objects inside of it. He then opened the back door, motioning for Reid and Rossi to bring their unsub into the back of the cruiser. At this point, he was complacent and was causing no trouble. "I'll see you, folks, back at the precinct. I'll send some deputies here to collect the rest of his things and package them up. I wish I would be able to take you to your cars, but there's no room."

"That's fine, chief; it's a quick walk away," Hotch answered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kate walking back with the homeowner. He turned toward her, and the rest of the team did the same, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

"I figured that you would be finishing with the guy right about now," she told them.

"Yep, just finished up in front," Morgan told her.

"Is it safe to go back into my house?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Murray told her. "I'll send a couple of deputies over to collect the rest of his stuff soon."

"Thank you," she said. She slowly walked back into her house, turning back around as she went.

"Well, I'll see you when you get back," Murray told the team before getting into his cruiser and leaving.

"Let's go back," Kate said. "I'm all ready to go home."

"We've been gone for two days," Morgan teased.

"Those beds were terrible. I want to sleep in my own bed."

"I completely agree with Kate," JJ said. "My back is still stiff."

"Yes, we can go back," Hotch said with a chuckle. The team moved to walk back toward their vehicles.