"Smart."

"Careful planner"

"Observant."

"Charming."

"Knows or researches criminal investigative methods and law."

"Anonymous."

"Very good." Hotch nodded to the class. "Now, think back over some of your previous cases. Do any of them remind you of any of these classifications? It won't always be a perfect match, but just something familiar."

There was a moment of silence. Spencer walked from the back of the room with Gideon.

"DJ Pratt." Danny spoke up from the second row.

"Organized or disorganized."

"Organized." Don chimed in. "Definitely organized."

Hotch leaned back against the table, folding his arms in his classic relaxed pose. "Why?"

"Guy was a rapist. Picked his targets carefully. Watched them. Followed them."

"Yeah. Rape is about control not sex." Danny added. "But for Pratt, it was like the thrill was as much in the chase as the catch."

"Pratt was an apartment painter. Gave him a way to watch women without being noticed."

"He wasn't perfect with the details though. Left DNA a couple of times."

"And that's how you caught him."

"No. The first victim refused to testify and the second had had sex with another man the same night."

"So the guy got off the charges because you couldn't prove that either time was non consensual." A raven haired female detective from Vegas said with disgust.

"Not exactly." Danny said soberly. "We just had to catch him on another crime."

"So he escalated?" Hotch turned to the room. "Often that is, unfortunately, when an organized unsub is caught. They leave the familiar script because it's not enough or they are pressured into a new action. A hero homicide shooter takes a group of doctors and patients hostage in an ER. A rapist moves on to . . ."

"Killing a cop." Danny finished the sentence. There was a sudden and thick silence in the room. "A detective. Same detective that was running one of the rape cases. Set her up to thinking he was about to rape again and killed her. But not before she made sure we had all the evidence we would need."

"Atta girl. Kick the bastard in the nuts." Vegas murmured.

"Indeed." Hotch nodded to Spencer and Gideon.

"Tomorrow we are going to take things to a more practical level." Gideon spoke as he walked to the front of the room. "I'll be presenting a very real, albeit faked, case to you and we'll see if you can apply what you have learned over the last few days to decoding the unsubs behavior. Consider it your mid-term exam."

"Shouldn't that be final exam, sir?"

"That will be every case you work after this."

The various detectives and techs gathered their things and made their way to the dining hall for dinner.

"I spoke with Lieutenant Taylor this afternoon." Gideon said to Don and Danny by way of greeting. "Told him I was very impressed with how the both of you have taken to this training session."

"Thank you, sir." Danny smiled. "It's been very interesting. Especially after working with Agent Reid in the field."

"Of course he warned me that he would, and I quote "Kick your ass if you even think of trying to steal two of my best detectives". Not that I would dare." Gideon laughed.

"We're sort of a twisted little family. It would be like kidnapping one of his children."

"Still, I do hope you'll consider continuing your educations in this regard. I could recommend some reading material."

"Most of it written by you, right?" Danny said teasingly. His smile dropped when he realized Gideon wasn't laughing.

"Only half." Gideon finally said grinning. "Now I believe you still owe me a case history."

"Yes sir."

"Good. The others are waiting for us at Feng Chow."

"Place is a hole in the wall." Hotch walked up, "But the food is fantastic."

"Let's blaze then."