No Way Out [Part 1]- 2:13

Harita's POV

"I'm Frank. Germanic. Third century. Derived from the name of a type of spear. I wonder what aspirations my parents had for me. What's your name, pretty lady?" Frank eyed me up and down.

"Why don't we cut the crap, Frank? Where is she?" Morgan demanded. Frank Breitkopf, our unsub. We tracked him down, and here we are, Jason, Morgan, and I, talking to him at a small trailer-restaurant.

"Now, that's direct." Frank muttered.

"You're right. I'm an FBI Agent." Gideon handed Frank his credentials.

"The BAU? You didn't disappoint your parents." Frank replied.

"We're looking for a man in his mid- to late-fifties. Listens to Beethoven, wears a corduroy jacket with fleece-lined collar. He's left-handed. In his right inside jacket pocket will be a notebook, and it will give the extensive detailed accounts of the torture inflicted on every one of his victims." Gidoen profiled, which was the exact description of Frank.

"That's quite a magic trick." Morgan reached into Frank's pocket inside his jacket and pulled out a small little notebook. He handed it to me and flipped through the pages. I was disappointed.

"No magic trick, Frank. Just a profile of a sadistic serial killer."

"Uh, Gideon, it's brand new. The notebook has only two entries in it, 'Black male, 220 pounds, portly' and 'White female, early twenties." I read.

"That doesn't prove anything." Morgan mumbled.

"Guess what." Frank spoke up. "When I'm finished with my shake, you'll get what you're here for, but then, I'm going to get up, and I'm going to walk out of here. And you, your lapdog, and the pretty lady, are going to let me."

"You know what, Frank?" Gideon asked. "That would be a magic trick."

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*CUE INTRO*

(For one of the 'pictures' in the intro, imagine Harita fidgeting with a pen, looking at a map with her left eyebrow raised.)

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"Aristotle once said: 'Evil brings men together.'"- SSA Jason Gideon

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"He's looked at that clock 3 times in as many minutes. He's waiting for something." Morgan observed, He was pacing near the booth, while I sat in the booth next to Jason and Frank, watching them.

"If I had your looks, do you know how much easier my life would be?" Frank questioned.

"If you think you're gonna negotiate your way out of this one, you got a whole nother thing coming." Morgan sneered.

"Want to know how we caught you?" Gideon queeried.

"Please." Frank nodded.

"Gideon, I hate to break it to you, but there are men outside, wanting to kill this guy. We're in the middle. We kinda don't have time for explanations and I don't want to die due to some weasley cops missing their target. That is not on my list." I pointed to the officers outside.

"You have the time it will take me to finish this shake." Frank stated.

"That's all I need." Gideon nodded.

"Unless the pretty lady wants to share with me." Frank offered. I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"I'm good."

"We got a request from Sheriff Georgia Davis." Gideon started. I remembered back to the first time we went over this case...

Flashback

"1996. The ribcage of a male was found in the desert rose national park. It was never identified. This morning, the remains of two victims were found in almost exactly the same area." JJ projected the pictures of the limbs onto the screen.

"Well, one year later is cause for concern, but 10 years? That could be a coincidence." Emily suggested.

"It would be, if the unidentified male wasn't missing a right rib bone." Spencer pointed.

"And the torso found this morning is missing exactly the same bone." Hotch added.

"Both of them seem to be surgically removed, and the advanced rate of decomposition on the male means that he died far before the female."

"Oh, Katherine Hale. They found a bracelet on her wrist. She ran away about two weeks ago from her small colorado town." JJ stated.

"So the unsub is mobile if he is crossing state lines." I said, as Hotch.

"If the remains are related to the same killer, where's he been for 10 years?" Morgan asked.

"Killing." Gideon placed a box of case files on the table.

"Unsolved case files going back 30 years." I picked up a file and started reading it. "Every case, the victimology is the same. The unwanted. This box is just the tip of the iceberg. 13 cases spanning 30 years. Same MO. Right rib bone is missing. It's him, Hotch. It's the same killer."

"All the remains were dumped in remote areas and always near interstate 80. And up till now, no remains this intact or this close to the actual time of kill have been found." Hotch added.

"Never two victims dumped at the same time in the same place."

"All of these killings are the work of just one man?" Emily asked.

"The most prolific serial killer ever." Gideon muttered.

End of Flashback

"Wow. You truly think-" Gideon interrupted Frank

"I know it. Which is why we came here, to Nevada." I remembered how the victim's limbs looked, and I gotta say, it was gruesome. The victim had prison gang tattoos, extensive anatomic anomalies, pen marks, cauterized arteries by burning them. This all led us to believe that the victims were alive when he cut off their limbs. Unfortunately, the only two things these victims have in common is they were killed by the same unsub, and the interstate I-80. I turned around to see the store manager and the workers leaving.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked, running towards her.

"Yeah?" The manager asked.

"Have you ever seen that man before?"

"Over the years, yeah. He never eats. He just orders a strawberry milkshake." She informed

"Thank you." I said as she left. I walked back over to the couple who were sooo in love *cough cough* Jason and Frank.

"You were saying?" Frank asked.

"The story involves wind chimes, trailers, alien abductions." Gideon responded.

"Gripping." Frank took a sip of his milkshake.

"I thought I'd seen the very worst of what humanity had to offer until you."

"Can I ask you something?" Frank questioned.

"Please."

"Do you think me insane?" I cringed at how grammatically incorrect that was.

"Do not play me." Gideon sternly muttered. "You know exactly what you are; a psychopathic sexual sadist. You get off on the brutal torture of others."

"And you knew the moment we arrived in this town you had no way out." Derek added.

"Which is why you took her." I stated.

"Who's playing who now? You don't care about her. You only ever cared about catching me. It isn't the victims that drives you, Jason. It's the hunt." Frank spat. Gideon chuckled.

"Look out that window, Frank. Hunt's over." Morgan pointed outside. He was right, the cops were getting ready to shoot this place down, guns pointing at us.

"You aren't denying it." Frank ignored what Derek said.

"Men, women, young, old. Didn't matter to you. You took them all. From San Francisco's Muir Woods to the Hills of the Poconos. You took them all." Gideon replied.

Fun fact: the victims were found with Ketamine in their blood, meaning they were alive when Frank killed them. We profiled the unsub to be in his mid to late fifties, had some kind of medical training or skills to be deemed a medical expert. His vehicle was most likely an RV, muted in color, neither old nor new, in perfect working condition. It will have a CB, radar detectors, and a police-band radio, those things helping him hide. The vehicle is his 'killing room', being soundproofed, strapped with surgical instruments on the walls, and a stirrup chair or an autopsy table in it. All of his kills are most likely recorded, if not probably in a journal that he carries in his inside right-handed pocket. We found that out by knowing he is a lefty, the tool marks indicate that. This man is not a normal human, he doesn't have feelings.

"You are a killing machine incapable of remorse, compassion, love." Gideon said, as Frank looked away. We all noticed his discomfort. I mean, of course we did, we're profilers.

"What's the matter, Frank?" Morgan asked.

"Something I said?" Gideon questioned, pouring the rest of Franks' milkshake that was in the metal cup into the glass cup. I laughed.

"You got him all worked up, Gideon."

"Beauty can cover a multitude of sins, but underneath, we all look exactly the same." Frank stared at my face.

"You get off of fear, seeing it and feeling it. Look out that window, Frank. You are not leaving this diner." I sneered.

"I don't want to. Not until the story is done."

Jane. One of Frank's victims and the only one who survived. She said that her car broke down, and when she went to fix it, she felt someone near her. The next thing she knew was that she was in a spaceship, abducted by aliens. She saw herself in the ceiling, naked. She saw strange maps on the walls, diagrams of the stars. The alien came near her and touched her. When she looked at him in his eyes, she wasn't afraid anymore. The next morning, she was in her own bed. This translated that the RV has a mirror on the ceiling, so the victims can watch themselves be dismembered, the strange maps were anatomical drawings, and she had developed stockholm syndrome. That's why she survived, because she wasn't scared. This all happened 30 years ago.

"I read about a woman whose body was found in her apartment... upper east side, I think."

"If this is a confession, start with the woman you just took." Morgan interrupted Frank's 'speech'.

"She had killed herself. But her body wasn't found for more than a year. Surrounded by over a million people, and not one of them missed her. What does that say about society?" Frank queeried.

"Fills me with profound sadness." Gidoen sincerely said. "But it doesn't make you feel anything. Those that society does not care for the throwaways, the runaways, destitute, disenfranchised, the forgotten, are the very people you target. But not last night. Something changed. You took a person of prominence, someone that mattered to everyone. Why?"

"That's the interesting question, Jason. Why?" Frank asked.

"Gideon!" Derek alerted. I turned around to see a man, coming into the diner, with a hunter gun in his hands, pointing it at Frank. Derek and I took out our guns and instantly pointed it at the man.

"Sir, please do not come any closer!" I yelled.

"That man has my wife." The man argued.

"Please put the gun down." Morgan repeated.

"Tell me where my wife is, or so help me, I will shoot you." We kept on going back and forth until Frank pulled out a bag and dropped it onto the table.

"But you know what's an even more interesting question? What does the psychopath have in the bag." Frank replied.

"Open it." The man muttered.

"Sir, please put the gun down." I pleaded.

"Open the bag!" The man shouted.

"Hand over your gun. I'll open it." Gideon bargained. The man handed the gun, and I took it, handing it to Morgan to keep.

"I'll kill you. I will kill you." The man threatened. Gideon opened the bag, and inside was the head of a person.

"It's not her. Oh, thank god." The man let out a cry of relief.

"Who is this?" Gideon asked.

"I believe the correct question would be: 'Who was this?'." Frank corrected. I mean, he is right.

"You are one crazy son of a bitch!" The man yelled.

"We are all sons of bitches." Frank replied. Morgan shoved the man outside.

"What is this, Frank?" Gideon asked, looking shocked and confused.

"He's irrelevant beyond being my ticket out of here." Frank calmly said.

"Your ticket out of here? Even if you think you can get out of that booth and pass us, I promise you those men out there will tear you to pieces!" Morgan yelled.

"I rather doubt that. Finish the story, Jason." Frank ordered.

'Frank's roadtrip to murder' is what I like to call it. It starts off with him killing his victims, using their money, and then moving on to the next victim. That was until he reached Golconda. For some reason, he emptied his vehicle before driving, dumping his first two victims in the same spot. He always traveled from east to west, passing through every state the same month every year. He loves taking a vacation in Golconda. We soon realized he wasn't using an RV, he was towing a trailer using a truck.

It makes more sense to use a trailer, he could unhook and move more freely, hide it easier. That's why we couldn't find him. The truck is the same as what we profiled the RV, muted in color, American-made. We also set up a tip line, and if it wasn't for Garcia and JJ, we wouldn't have been able to solve this case. I swear, the two of them carry this team. JJ called, informing us that an anonymous caller claimed they saw an RV that matched the description of the one we gave to the media leaving golconda. But then, her and Garcia did some more digging and found out two things. One, not a single RV or Trailer has passed through any of the roadblocks, and second, they found out the number belonged to Katherine Hale, the latest victim. They traced the call and found out it came from Golconda. Oh, another thing, he kidnapped Sheriff Georgina last night.

"He keeps checking that clock because whatever it is he came for is coming here to this diner." Gideon observed.

"Ok, then we need to figure out what we missed." Derek rushed.

"And soon. I'm almost finished." Frank took another sip of his milkshake. "Unless…" Frank shoved the cup near me, and I just turned away."

When we went to Sheriff Georgina's house, we found a lot of things. Juice spill, footprints, and a syringe. We also found out that Jane was with the sheriff. In conclusion, we profiled that Frank has the sheriff, Jane ran away, and Frank wants Jane. And then it hit, Katherine Hale's phone turned back on. And that's how we found Frank. Sitting in a booth, in the diner, waiting. Waiting for us. The thing is that he thinks we have Jane, meaning he was going to trade with us. The sheriff for Jane. The problem is, we don't have either. Frank finished his last sip of his drink.

"One is perfection. Two is decadent." He was about to get up, when Derek and I pointed our guns at him.

"You take another step, and I will shoot you." I sneered.

"Not unless I beat you to it." Morgan tested.

"No, you won't." Frank chuckled.

"What was it that Jane said to you?" Gideon asked, putting his hands on Frank's shoulders. "She looked into your eyes. That wouldn't have been enough. She said something. What? It's important."

"I'm a sexual sadist. I can't feel anything. Remember? You said so." Frank reminded. Morgan stepped aside to take a phone call, presumably from

"There are no absolutes when it comes to the human mind." Gideon mumbled.

"They just found his trailer, the remains of another woman and the sheriff alive." Morgan reported when he came back.

"Morgan, the problem is, he doesn't care about the sheriff. He just wants to walk out of here with Jane" I announced.

"Jane said how beautiful my eyes were. I looked at her like I've never looked at a woman before. My hands began to sweat. I dropped the knife. I tried to pick it up, but... it fell again. I got butterflies in my stomach. Isn't that love?" Frank questioned.

"Found George. She's alive. Get on the floor!" The officers stormed into the dinner, their guns pointed at Frank.

"Woah, woah, woah, take it easy!" I calmly ordered.

"No!"

"Did you just say no to a woman? I said take it easy!" I yelled. Suddenly, all the officer's phone's buzzed.

"No, that's impossible." One of the officers mumbled.

"Magic time." Frank whispered.

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An abandoned school bus was found outside of town. The bus driver was killed, and so was the teacher. The children are missing.

"You have the town's children." Gideon said to Frank.

"Just the little ones. You profiled me, jason. You know I have no interest in harming children." Frank replied.

"We will find them. We have helicopters, dogs." Morgan argued.

"The desert is over 25,000 square miles, and with the rising coyote population…" Frank trailed on.

"If it's Jane you're after, we don't have her." I reported.

"Yes, you do." Frank insisted. A police car approached the scene. "You can take me now." Morgan grabbed him by the arms, and I handcuffed him. We dragged him outside, where he saw Jane and everyone else.

"Jane!" Frank shouted. Jane tried to run towards him, but everyone stopped her.

"He has the children, Jane!" The sheriff said. She was wrapped around in a weighted blanket, all messed up.

"And we will find them." Gideon promised.

"And if we don't, they'll die of exposure! He hasn't got tommy, Georgina, but what if he did? Hand him over." Silo, the main officer shouted.

"Tell them, Jason. Tell them I'm not interested in harming children. You've studied me for years. Have I ever once harmed a child? It does nothing for me. Give me Jane... and they'll have their children back. With Jane in my life, I will never harm another human being.

"Take me with you, Frank. Just you and me." Gideon proposed.

"And my Jane?" Frank queeried.

"You'll take me to where the kids are?" Gideon asked.

"Happily. I couldn't have that on my conscience."

"What's the plan?"

"I will take a vehicle of my choice. Jason will drive. Once I'm satisfied no one is following, I will take Jason to where I have the children. He will then call. If anyone follows, the story will end in tears."

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"He told you where they were?" Emily asked Gideon, once we all got out of the cars. Gideon called us saying he found the children.

"They were just over that ridge." Gideon pointed.

"Which way did he go?" Hotch asked.

"West."

In the end, we got the children to their families. The one child we didn't get to their family was Frank.

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"You have some explaining to do." Morgan said, as he sat down on the seat next to me. I was cuddling up in a blanket, my head leaning against the jet walls, eating some chocolate covered pretzels, and reading a book.

"I would say the same for you." I said.

"How did you already know Emily?"

"Simple, Her and I worked on an undercover case, a long time ago, before you joined. We went to a bar to pose as a couple." I explained.

"So is she gay?" Derek asked. I simply smirked.

"That's not for me to answer. Though, why the fuck did you tell your sister we fucked?" Derek's face froze.

"Oh shit, she told you about that."

"Fuck yeah."

"A long time ago, my sister and I were arguing. She didn't believe me when I said I can actually 'get it on' with anyone, so I had to lie and bring you into the conversation."

"Next time, try not to pick a gay person. No, scratch that, just tell me next time, so I can actually make the lie seem true." Morgan and I laughed.