Didn't mean to take this long to post this chapter. Sorry it is so short, too. Next chapter will move faster, I promise.

Residence of Ann-Elise Miller

Ann-Elise Miller stood up and stretched her back. She had been sitting at her computer for far too long. The email Reid had sent was waiting for her when she returned home from the park. She had been familiar with all three plays and the connection between the characters was immediately obvious. With the first question answered, she decided to do some of her own research. Almost an hour later, she had a long list of plays and theatre companies in the Chattanooga area. Growing impatient for Reid to call her, she picked up her phone intent on calling him. Her phone rang before she could dial the first number.

"I was about to call you. How's that for timing?"

"Hello to you too."

"Sorry, hello Spence."

"Did you get the email? Have you found any connections yet?"

"All three characters commit suicide: Juliet stabs herself, Jessie shots herself, and Ophelia . . ."

"Drowns."

"Yes. I guess it doesn't look too hopeful for the first girl – it's been five weeks."

"How did you know it had been five weeks?"

"I did some research – probably didn't find everything."

"There is a way you could get more information. . . . Hotch is offering you clearance to get into the B.A.U. office and work with Garcia. . . . If you are interested." Reid paused, not sure if he should mention his first-denied request. "Just think about it."

Erlanger Hospital

Elle Greenaway lightly tapped on the door before walking into the hospital room. Agent Hotchner stayed in the hallway, talking with the victim's doctor. Elle could see a young woman, Radka Novotny, sitting in the hospital bed, staring straight ahead, across the room.

"Miss Novotny?" The young woman looked towards Elle. "I'm Agent Elle Greenaway with the F.B.I. May I ask you some questions?"

"F.B.I.? I didn't know I was so important." She gave Elle a weak smile. "To tell the truth, I am hoping someone could answer my questions."

"Maybe we can help each other. Do you remember anything about the past few days? Where you've been? Who you've been with?"

"I don't know. It is the strangest feeling – not knowing what has happened to me."

"What is the last thing you do remember?"

"Being at the theatre, getting ready for the show. We had a meeting just before curtain to discuss strike and then we started the show. The shows. . . . they kinda run together. I don't remember anything different."

"How well did you get along with others involved in the show?"

"It was a great cast. We all got along great. . . . I wish I could remember something, anything." Elle reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card.

"This is how you can contact me – when you remember something. I hope you feel better. Thank you for your help." Elle hoped she sounded sincere; at the moment she felt more frustration than anything else.

She walked out of the room and found Hotchner finishing his conversation with the doctor. When he saw Elle, he quickly thanked the doctor and walked toward her.

"She didn't remember anything Hotch."

"The doctor said she might remember more once the drugs are completely out of her system. We can always interview her again."

The "W" Road, Signal Mountain,

Signal Mountain, TN

Derek Morgan stood near the three-foot-high stone wall that separated the cars on the road from the three hundred foot drop off the mountain. Jason Gideon stood near the spot where Radka Novotny had been found. A local police officer was pointing to a thin path that led to the lake two hundred yards away.

"Kids come here in the summer to swim. Sometimes people come to fish."

"So only local residence would know there is a lake here?"

"Guessin' so."

"Gideon, any ideas how the unsub brought the victim here? Look at how narrow the road is – a car parked here would be noticed." Gideon turned to the police officer.

"Are there any other ways to get to the lake?"

"Let me show you." The trio made the short walk to the lake. Once there Gideon walked to the left of the lake, Morgan to the right. The lake was surrounded by five additional paths.

"Great, six different ways to get here."