Just wanted to let you all know that I am heading away to a music festival in a few days and i'm going to try my hardest to get the next chapter posted by then, but if I don't it may be weeks until the next update.


The team sat in silence going over the case files on the plane. With an unsub this skilled and violent, they knew was far more dangerous than most of their other cases.

"This is a bad one, isn't it?" Emily asked Morgan quietly, breaking the silence.

"Unsubs with a cause are never good." He answered solemnly.

Jessa looked away. She knew he was right—this case was going to be a tough one.

"Pets." Garcia's face popped up on the small computer that sat on the table, "I just got the 911 call from the Georgia state police."

Everyone moved closer to the computer to hear.

911, what's your emergency? The operator asked.

I'm at 1527 Chesnut Drive.

I know where you're calling from. What's the emergency?

He thinks they're too greedy. They have too much.

Too much what?

Stuff, you know, possessions. Things they don't need. Hurry.

You're calling because these people have too much stuff?

No, I'm calling because Raphael—

That's enough! The second Unsubs voice cut in.

I don't want to. The first one replied.

He's calling because Raphael is going to kill the sinners that live here.

I'm sorry, the operator spoke, did you say someone is killing somebody?

"Unsub one definitely sounds frightened," Emily observed, "Maybe he's doing this against his will."

"I doubt it." Gideon shut her down. "He whispered."

Hotch elaborated, "He could have called out to save them instead of calling 911."

"Not if he had a gun to his head." Morgan tried.

"If he had a gun to his head, why would he have dialled 911?" Gideon asked the group.

Jessa thought on his words, barely registering JJ's question until Reid was finished giving his answer.

"Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and run the name Raphael through the Georgia criminal databases as well as our own." Garcia told them.

"Thanks, Garcia."

"Ever so welcome, my liege." She grinned before signing out.

Jessa zoned out completely, thinking over the details of the case. After a moment she stood and made her way to the coffee machine.

"We land in less than an hour." Hotch told them, staring after Jessa confusedly. "Everybody try to get some rest." He followed her to the other end of the plane where she was pouring coffee into a mug. Without turning around, she filled a second. "Are you alright? You were uncharacteristically quiet."

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Don't worry about it." She forced a smile and stepped around him, returning to her seat.


"What do you see?" Jessa asked her boss as he stared at the map.

"Absolutely nothing."

"So," JJ said, walking up to them with her notebook in hand, "I just talked to the Gentry's—they were the last couple to leave the Super Bowl party. According to them, the Kyle's didn't have any enemies. They were good to their employees, more generous than they needed to be. They were just generally good people."

"So why them?" Jessa asked.

"If the trigger is greed, they do have a nice house."

"You can't tell that from the street. They were targeted. Why?"

"I pulled everything we have unsolved in the last two years." Agent Franks said to JJ as he walked in, "Nothing even close to the MO."

"No murders involving a knife?" Hotch asked him.

"We have a lot of open cases involving knives, but they're common type crimes, bar fights, robberies."

"There's no way this is their first." Jessa announced, "At least one of them has experience."

"Is it okay if I go through some of your case files?" JJ asked Agent Franks. "Fresh eyes."

"There's nothing there." He seemed to get a little defensive.

JJ chuckled, and put her flirty face on, "Help me out, okay? These guys, they're not gonna let me do anything else, and I flew all the way here, so…"

"I'll show you the file room." Agent Franks smiled.

As she was walking off, JJ turned around to give Jessa a thumbs up.

"She's good." Jessa commented.

"I've seen you do similar things."

"Hey, I never said I wasn't good."

Hotch laughed and pulled out his phone as it started to ring. "It's Gideon." He told Jessa. He turned away as they conversed, and Jessa couldn't make out any of the conversation but when Hotch turned back to her he looked panicked.

"Everything okay, Hotch?"

"They're coming back here. It appears that the unsubs posted a video of the murder on the internet."

"Posted a video?"

"Yeah, Garcia sent us all a link."

Jessa jumped up and limped to the nearest computer, using it to open up her emails. The top unread message was from Garcia and she opened it up and clicked on the link. She watched as Mr and Mrs Kyle came into the bedroom, then Mrs Kyle enter the bathroom. Moments later, when Mr Kyle had his back turned, one of the unsubs entered the room and slaughtered him before entering the bathroom. They couldn't see his face, but when he walked out of the room he was covered in blood.

"Look." Jessa pointed to the six figure number that was changing steadily, "This has hundreds of thousands of hits."

"Hundreds of thousands of people have viewed this since it was posted?"

Jessa nodded, "People are sick."


After a little while, the rest of the team arrived and they went over the footage again. There was more, before the images of the actual murders. A man sat shrouded in shadow as he spoke of redemption and greed.

"That sounds like unsub number one." Prentiss commented.

He says redemption must be sought.

"And 'he' referred to being Raphael." Hotch added.

"Or God." Gideon spoke, his voice lacking any form of emotion.

"It's not God." Morgan all but spat, "It's someone sitting right there next to him telling this guy what to say."

Agent Franks cast him a sideways glance, but otherwise didn't speak. Morgan's angry outburst prompted Jessa to lay a reassuring hand on his arm and he visibly relaxed.

As the Lord God spoke in Leviticus,

"That's a new voice." Jessa commented, completely shocked, "A third unsub?"

And if you will not yet for all this obey Me, I will punish you seven times more for your sins.

"It could just be recorded from a religious program, or sermon." Morgan tried to reason.

"'Punish you seven times'?" JJ quoted with a confused expression.

"Five more victims." Gideon's voice seemed to have permanently adopted the emotionless tone, and Jessa began to fear for the man she had come to see as a mentor. She knew that jobs like these tended to take the optimistic view of humanity from people, but she had never paused to consider the strong and able Agent Jason Gideon as one of those people.

"Those images were shot from the exact spot on the dresser where that computer sat." Morgan paced, and gestured to the laptop that sat on the desk in front of Reid.

"So, if this video came from that computer's camera, then what?" Hotch asked. "Did the unsub's bring it with them?"

"As far as I can tell this computer belonged to the Kyles." Reid told them, "Garcia can do a better analysis but it has their banking statements, their vacation photos."

"If one unsub enters the room and immediately attacks Mr Kyle, did the other one turn the camera on?" Jessa asked, "Wouldn't he have seen that?"

"Maybe we're asking the wrong questions." Gideon started, "This video, this message, it's important. Clearly they want the world to see this—they need it. But they didn't bring a camera with them."

Jessa ran all the information through her head, her thought process moving at a hundred miles an hour. "Which means they had it set up ahead of time." She spoke as it dawned on her.

"Agent Franks." Reid whispered, a little panicked as he stood from his seat, "Does this building have wireless internet?"

"Yeah, why?" Franks answered.

"That camera's on right now." Everyone stared at the computer as if it were some foreign object they couldn't work out. "The computer's connected itself to the internet. It's streaming a video feed somewhere."

"Can we trace this stream to the destination?" Hotch asked him.

"Keep it open and Garcia might be able—" He stopped abruptly, "It turned off."

Everyone crowded around the small screen as red words flashed at them on the otherwise blank screen: THE ARMIES OF SATAN SHALL NOT PREVAIL. The screen went blank again.

"They're controlling it remotely." Jessa said grimly.

"Is that even possible?" Emily asked.

Morgan was already dialling Garcia's number, "Baby girl, is it possible to control someone's computer remotely?" He asked her as he switched the phone to speaker.

"Yeah, you can totally access someone's computer remotely." She answered as if everyone in the world already knew this. "It's actually done a lot today. When a mortal calls for tech support, instead of giving you instructions the tech can work on your computer from wherever she is."

"And they maintain the access even after the work is done?" Hotch asked.

"They're not supposed to, but I suppose you could install a Trojan horse during a service."

"It's something left in the computer to be turned on later." Reid explained, more for Gideon's benefit who wore an expression as if someone had just suggested that aliens were invading the earth and living secret lives below the surface. "It's the same way websites get pop up ads onto your computer."

"Garcia, can you check the Kyles' phone records and see if they called for tech support in the last six months?" Hotch ordered more than asked.

"Right-o." She answered dutifully, "Oh, and if you get me the Kyles' laptop I can search the drive for anything implanted there."

"Fast as we can."

"By the way, this video, it's gone crazy viral."

"What does that mean?" Gideon asked, judging by the way Jessa reacted it couldn't have been good.

"It means that it is the most downloaded video on the entire internet. Worldwide. And judging by the responses embedded in the files people seem to think it's pretty cool."

"Call us if you find anything on the Kyles' computer." Hotch signed off, catching sight of Jessa fleeing out of the corner of his eye. Morgan made a move to follow her instantly, but Hotch held up a hand as if to say 'I'll go'.

"Murder as entertainment?" Gideon mused, sickened.

"They probably don't even realise its real." JJ, ever the optimist, put out there. "People see so many images online every day they might assume it's marketing for a horror film or something,"

Hotch left them to their discussions and tracked Jessa down to the lounge where she was working on making herself coffee. Out of the lot of them, she was the only one who hadn't bothered to change into more appropriate clothes and Hotch hadn't bothered to make her, admiring how much more at ease she seemed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, tentatively stepping into the room. "Wrong question." He added, realising how stupid his question seemed.

"People are sick." She repeated her statement from earlier. "I've dealt with death on an almost daily basis since I was a kid, and I've killed my fair share of things, but I'm always at a loss when it comes to humans. Monsters kill because it's in their nature, humans kill because they want to." She fumbled with the mug in her hand and it slipped through her fingers, shattering on the floor at her feet. Defeated, she slammed her hand on the bench and took a few calming breaths.

Hotch didn't quite know what to say to her, not when she was unravelling like this. He just guided her to the small couch and began picking up the pieces that were once a mug.

"Have you been sleeping?" He finally asked her, "The last time I saw you like this was—" He didn't finish the sentence.

"When I got shot?" She finished for him and he nodded in confirmation. "What makes you think I haven't been sleeping?"

"Since we left Quantico, I've seen you drink more coffee than anyone else—almost double. Have you been sleeping."

Jessa nodded, then shook her head. "Occasionally." She told him honestly. "Enough."

"When was the last time you slept through the night?" At the look on her face he realised that he had asked the wrong question, "When was the last time you had any sleep at all?"

She looked down at her hands and mumbled something inaudible. Hotch knelt down in front of her and lifted her face to meet her eyes, "Days." She repeated, feeling herself all but completely unravel.

Hotch wrapped her in his arms as she began to cry, and he allowed her to sob until her breathing returned to normal, but even then he didn't move. After a few more minutes her breathing steadied completely and she was asleep. Hotch held her in his arms for a few more minutes before gently laying her down properly on the couch. He couldn't help but miss her warmth or the weight of her body on his but he had work to do. 'And a wife.' He added in his head as an afterthought. He and Haley weren't always happy, but they were trying and the feelings he had for Jessa would creep up on him in moments like this. The first time had been so long ago, just days after his son was born and he and Haley had been blissfully happy. The feelings had crept up on him so suddenly that he was sure they weren't real. It wasn't until he found them recurring did he make an attempt to push them down. That was until she got shot and disappeared. He had the urge to track her down just to ensure she was safe, and he did just that, but in a moment of weakness had also kissed her. Since that moment he had tried his best to avoid the moments which they found themselves alone. He had never been unfaithful, not really, but as time went on he was finding it increasingly hard to convince himself that he was still in love with his wife.

Shaking himself free of his thoughts, Hotch exited the room and re-joined the team who were currently sitting in front of the board working on theories.

"How is she?" Morgan asked as soon as he saw his boss.

"Sleeping."

"Is she alright?"

Hotch shrugged grimly, "I don't know."

"… extreme levels of disorganisation, yet there are forensic countermeasures and somebody in control enough to do complicated computer work." Reid went on as both agents tuned back in to the case, taking something down from the corkboard. "One member of the team is organised, the other's extremely disorganised. But what's strange is the one that we would consider as being most in control, the one that made the phone call, can't seem to stop the other one from killing." He paused as he thought it over, "Usually the frenzied personality takes direction from the cooler head."

"Alright, so let's look at that." Morgan suggested, "Unsub one called the police before the killing, but he didn't leave time for them to get there. Is the phone call just a guy working on a defense in case of capture? I mean, maybe he didn't want to stop the other, but he did whatever he had to do to cover himself."

"So, what do we have so far?" Gideon asked, causing a silence among the team before telling them pessimistically, "Not enough."