I give you my word that this is the final chapter in this story and it's a fairly short one. I hope that I haven't messed it up too horribly by toying with the whole issue of the un-sub until its completion (That's why it took me so long to actually post it). As per the norm, my disclaimer resides in the first chapter. Please feel free to leave a review (Even if you feel its a tiny or a huge oversight on my part.. i.e.: I used a name in a previous chapter and 'changed it' in another, that happens sometimes as I'm writing because I 'forget' to review the previous sections before running with the current.


"Say what?" Morgan's head snaps up from the file he has been going over.

"I'm not sure how surprising this finding is, but the trace DNA found on the lipstick on the victims is male." He holds out the file towards her. She skims the contents quietly then nods.

"Once again, wrong un-sub." Reid shakes his head. "So now what? And Hotch please don't tell me that we have to wait for another victim. There have already been far too many deaths." He looks down for a long moment.

"We've done everything that we can. Gideon is right and right now it truly becomes a matter of time. We've accelerated the un-subs behaviour to the point where he isn't following a pattern out of the compulsion or need to fulfil whatever feeling he seeks, it's become something far greater than that." Hotchner stands beside Gideon and the group continue to go over the facts as they know them.

"Do you think that either Sarah or Jane know who the un-sub is and could be covering for him?" Reid's expression lights up hoping to close the case.

"At this point, I'd say that nearly anything is possible." Morgan twirls his pen, sitting back in his seat. "Elle, what made you think about the lipstick?"

"The kiss seemed to be a common theme, threading the crime scenes together. I'm surprised that no one paid them as much attention. It's possible that had someone examined them, they would have the findings we need to get him."

"Nigel Martin."

"Why does that name seem so familiar?" Morgan inquires giving Elle a strange look.

"His rap sheet is rather extensive." She slides the file towards him.

"Ah, he's five six. Actually, judging by this photograph he's slighter than our boy Reid here, which would make it possible for him to dress like a lady. We are still lacking a motive though."

"Hey sweet cheeks." Garcia's voice seems to boom from the door. "I checked out the victims for rap sheets and whatnot. According to the ultimate database of knowledge, all of our victims have charges against them for rape." She hands Gideon the files.

"Thank you." He says opening one and glancing through it. "We have motive, we have DNA evidence."

"They have their suspect." Hotchner rings off and they breathe a collective sigh of relief. All eyes rest on Elle.

"What?"

"How did you know?" Morgan injects before anyone else has the chance. The team expect Gideon to have all the answers, to always have that ace in his back pocket.

"It really was a feeling I couldn't shake. Think about how convenient the 'I saw it happening through my sisters eyes' suggestion had been. That really didn't sit well with me. I've heard of a similar method, but as a spiritual expedition to seek answers. If Jane didn't truly have that experience, how would she have been privy to information that hadn't been in any way aired or published by the press? Besides, I know how the team, feels about multiple personality disorder— especially Gideon. It just appeared far too convenient of an escape. The fact that we 'played into their hand' helped us immensely. We out smarted the foxes in this case." She tilts her head. "Think of it this way. If I were the un-sub I would view what I've done as protecting women form the predators out there." She adds closing the file in front of her. "Oh, by the way. Have they released Sarah yet?"

"Yes, from the sounds of it I think they have. Why?" Reid looks quizzically at her.

"Well I was thinking that they ought to arrest Jane for aiding, or delaying, or something." The smile tugging at Reid's thin lips begins to show.

"I do find it strange that she had managed to play the role of one suffering from multiple personality disorder so well. I honestly thought she even had you believing Gideon." He adds.

"Perhaps she really does have it and has been able to cope with it." Garcia says from the door.

"Garcia, please tell me that you don't believe in that crap." Gideon sighs and she looks at him in thought.

"We there are some things that cannot be explained. Not all bumps in the night are scientifically proven. Anyways, I'll catch you guys later." She adds turning on her heel and retreating to her office.

"Henderson asked that you conduct questioning." Hotchner returning their conversation back to the un-sub. Gideon nods his ascent.

"Elle?" she gathers the files and follows him.

"What's up with them?" J.J. asks. Morgan shrugs. "I had better prepare for this evenings inquisition." She rolls her eyes as she collects a few files and heads to her office. Morgan motions to Reid and they follow suit, happy to have another case complete.

"I presume that you received the recent memo regarding vacation time?" Hotchner inquires before they make their way to their desks.

"How did you swing that?" Morgan smiles happily. As the three make their way out of the conference room and down towards the bullpen.

"Gideon and I thought it would balance things out. Seeing that the team seems to work best as a cohesive unit, we felt that co-ordinating vacation time was the most efficient method. Besides, even I can appreciate time away from what we deal with on a daily basis." He smiles at the thought of spending time at home with his family. Directing his glance at Reid. "Reid, are you okay?" Reid nods with a far away look.

"I called my man in Jamaica. Elle and I are going there for vacation. Hey Reid, I can still swing you a cheap room." Morgan displays his happy grin with pride.

"Thanks, but I think I'll visit my mother. I haven't had the chance to see her." Reid sits back in his seat. "I wonder how things are going with Nigel."

"I'm sure we'll have a closed case by the end of business." His grin lights up his usually dark, stoic features.


Gideon has chosen to stand, leaning against the wall with his hands behind him. Nigel Martin sits at the table, resting his clasped hands on its top. Elle sits in one of the other seats at the table, her files sitting in front of her, she turns to glance at Gideon. Pushing himself away from the wall, he seems to wring his hands.

"Perhaps you could explain your reasoning. Help us understand exactly why you do what you do." His tone is calm, yet he remains standing.

"Those bastards deserved everything they got. Do you even know how many women had been raped? Far too many to count and the kicker is that they had gotten away with it for too long." He clenches his teeth. "My own sister, I think you met her, Jane fell victim to the last one," he straightens himself in his seat, "and I would do it again."

"Dressing as a defenceless woman is quite a feat." Elle looks him in the eye. "Normally, a man displays his masculinity. Yet you managed to fool them by taking on the persona and concealing it."

"How else do you think I got them where I wanted them. I couldn't very well have an accomplice now could I?"

"I suppose not. This explains the grandiose display of power and the lack of sex."

"You don't think I'm?"

"It's just that usually with these types of crime, we see a balance of sex and power. I must admit that you threw us off slightly, which made for a more interesting case."

"Great, now I'm some case study." He says under his breath.

"In any case, I would suggest that you get yourself a very good lawyer. Murder is a big deal." Gideon stands behind Elle. "Even if you think you were doing something good."

"You both know as well as I do that if I hadn't stopped them, more women would have been harmed." His expression remains even.

"I don't know if you realise how lucky you are." Gideon pauses in thought, leaning in towards Elle; he whispers something in her ear. "Once the lawyer arrives then everything will be finished up here." He places a hand on her shoulder. "Shall we?" Elle nods and they leave the un-sub in their wake.

"That's a confession if ever I heard one." Henderson states.

"Perhaps, but his tune may change." Elle answers. "Besides, you'll still want to see how involved Sarah and Jane are in this. He's hiding something." She adds as she and Gideon head out towards the parking lot.

"Thanks for your assistance. Maybe we'll work together another time."

"Maybe. You never know." Gideon replies as they get into the SUV. Pulling out of the lot, Gideon turns looks at Elle briefly. "I hear that you're going with Morgan to Jamaica for two weeks."

"Who told you?"

"I have my sources. Besides, Morgan is very excited about getting time off."

"As am I. Still can't see how you managed to get the whole team off though."

"Well J.J. will probably have some time off once we return. We were unable to procure her the same time off."

"Garcia as well. Morgan was a bit disappointed when she couldn't join us. Reid is going home to visit family and Hotch is probably going to enjoy ever nanosecond of his vacation with Haley and the little one." She sighs.

"You don't seem that happy about going away." He says turning onto Quantico's main street.

"Really I am." She smiles as he parks the SUV.

"Could have fooled me." He cuts the engine and they walk to the elevator. The doors part, and Morgan and Reid watch as they stop in Hotchner's office.

"So I suppose it's another closed case?" he looks up from the notation he had been making.

"As we suspected it would be." Gideon replies as Elle hands Hotchner the file and with a quick glance turns to meet Reid and Morgan in the bullpen.

"Is she okay?" Hotchner inquires, cocking a brow.

"I think once everyone returns from vacation, we'll all have a new perspective. She's tired. We all are." He crosses his arms across his chest.

"I know Jason, just took you long enough to recognise it." Hotchner says with a sigh. "I say we get out of here while the going is good." He adds closing the file and slipping a few things into his briefcase.

"You're right."

"Oh, and try not to stay too late. Go home! And that's an order." Hotchner adds turning out the desk lamp. Gideon nods with a smile and follows him out. Gideon walks down the narrow hallway to his office and begins to gather a few things, which would relieve his desk of some of the clutter. In his mind, he plans his dinner menu and mulls over a list of things to pick up from the store on the way home.

"Good night." Reid calls over his shoulder; Elle and Morgan look at each other for a long moment.

"Counting the days till we're on a beach?" he asks as he shoves some files into his desk drawer.

"You better believe it. Two weeks away. Scratch that, two weeks away from all of this will be a blessing." She smiles and tucks her chair in. "I'll see you in the morning." She adds.

"Hey wait up!" he catches up and the elevator doors open. Good night, Gideon thinks to himself happily, closing his door and heading through the deserted office to the elevator.

Fin