(Hotchner) Bette Davis once said, "I do not regret one professional enemy I have made. Any actor who doesn't dare to make an enemy should get out of the business."

Reid made the flight and the team immediately set about to get him caught up on what they knew so far.

"There have been no ransom demands and no one has contacted the families or the media to claim responsibility." Reid was listening to Hotchner while looking over the files. "The third victim was found alive this morning about five miles from where she was taken. She was wearing her costume, a white nightgown; she was drugged and nearly drowned."

"The local P.D. reports that she was non-responsive when she was found. What little we have from the hospital says that she is in shock, severely dehydrated and heavily drugged – most likely rohypnol. By the time we arrive there should be an update on her condition." Reid waited for J.J. to finish before he spoke.

"Hotch, all the victims are actresses. Has any connection been made with the plays or characters they were playing?" When no one answered, he continued. "Radka Novotny was playing Ophelia in Hamlet. Ophelia drowns. The victim was found nearly drowned – I don't think that is a coincident."

"Let's get Garcia on this right now. . . Maybe she can get us copies of the plays."

"Hotch, there is someone who would already be familiar with all of the plays involved."

Doyle- Parker Community Park

Ann-Elise Miller had been walking for almost an hour and she still had ½ a lap to go to complete her second mile. When her cell phone rang she jumped. Laughing, she pulled the phone from her pocket, checked the caller i.d., took out one ear plug and answered the phone.

"Did you make it to Tennessee already?"

"No, we're still on the plane. Ann, we need your expertise on this case. I'm putting you on speaker phone."

Ann-Elise pulled the MP3 player from her other pocket, turned it off and removed the other ear plug. The next voice she heard was Agent Hotchner's.

"Ann-Elise, what can you tell us about the character of Ophelia in Hamlet?"

"Well, it's a career-making role and quite a challenge to play. Ophelia begins the play as a sheltered young girl who has the love of the Prince of Denmark. Then her brother leaves, Hamlet rejects her, he then kills her father and she loses it. She goes insane and kills herself."

"If we send you a list of plays, could you look for any similarities – either in characters or storyline?"

"I'll do anything to help out."

"Thank you. Reid will email you the list."

"I'll be home in about thirty minutes."

"Where are you?" Ann-Elise could hear someone laughing in the background at Reid's personal question. She suspected it was Morgan.

"I'm walking the track."

"You're not doing too much are you?"

"Spence, trust me when I say 'no.' A group of red-hatters have already lap'd me twice – those grannies are kicking my butt."

"Thank you again for your help." Hotchner cut into the conversation and Ann-Elise heard the connection end. She ended the connection on her phone and checked the time. If she walked just a little bit faster she could be home in twenty minutes.

Signal Mountain Police Department

Signal Mountain, Tennessee

The team arrived at the Chattanooga Airport and then made the thirty minute drive to Signal Mountain police department. They were met by the several of the officers and a quick round of introductions and handshakes were exchanged. The team was lead into the Captain's office.

"I'm Captain Thomas. Agent Hotchner, I am so glad that you and your team are here. We admit this whole situation is . . . well. . . beyond what we are used to." Despite his uniform, Captain Thomas seemed more like a farmer than an officer of the law with his strong southern accent, jovial nature, ruffled hair and bushy mustache.

"Captain Thomas, I would like my team to visit several of the locations involved."

"Not a problem. I will get some of my officers to help you with any transportation issues. Also, we have a great relationship with the other police departments involved." He glanced at his watch. "Now, if you want to see where we found her, we better get moving. Within two hours traffic will be almost impossible to deal with at the W Road."

"The W Road?"

"That was where she was found. It is one of only two ways off the mountain to the Chattanooga Valley. The name comes from the shape of the road; it literally is a "w." The road has a bit of a reputation, which may have caused a slight delay in us finding her."

"Delay?" Hotchner looked intrigued.

"It's an urban legend. Drivers, for years, have reported seeing a young woman waiting on the side of the road. . . ."

" 'The Lady in White' legend. Supposedly a girl was killed on her prom night and she waits for someone to take her home. If a driver picks her up, he takes her home only to find her gone, disappeared."

"That's the story. Well, the local radio station was getting a ton o' calls reportin' the so-called Lady in White. The D.J. was afraid someone was playing a prank and he called us. My officers found the lady sittin' on the side of the road. She was wearin' a flimsy white nightgown, she didn't seem to know who she was or where she was." Captain Thomas looked around at the visiting F.B.I. agents. "If you're ready, I'll go get those officers to help ya." He walked out of the room.

There was a rare smile on Hotchner's face.

"Well, that was an unusual briefing." He threw a quick glance at Reid. "Reid, I want you to stay here. Get in touch with Ann-Elise and Garcia and see where we stand on any connections to the actors and the plays. Also, get a list of all of the plays that will be presented this coming weekend. Morgan and Gideon, check out the theatre and the W Road. Elle and I will go to the hospital to interview Ms. Novotny. We will also visit the first victim's school." Without another word the team members started the leave the room. Reid didn't leave, instead he walked up to Hotchner.

"Hotch, just to make things easier, could you bring Ann-Elise here. If she's going to help us with the case. . ."

"I don't think that is a good idea." Gideon, over-hearing the question had stopped at the doorway. He walked back towards the two agents. "Reid, how is she doing?"

"Fine. She got a clean bill of health . . . ."

"This morning. How is she doing emotionally, mentally?"

"Better than Karen is doing." Reid knew how lame his answered sounded. Hotchner and Gideon exchanged glances.

"Reid, I agree with Gideon – it just isn't a good idea. I'll make some calls, get her clearance into the office. She can work with Garcia." Reid nodded, a little embarrassed. "Why don't you tell her." Again Reid nodded again and left the room.

"Jason, is this something we should worry about?"

"No, he's just finding himself in a situation he knows nothing about – we might to just keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't start to make stupid decisions based on his feelings instead of knowledge."