'In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or step back into safety.' Abraham Maslow.'

Funny that even though I had just left the Academy, I was going back. They had asked Reid and I to go collect Gideon. He had started teaching a seminar there after I graduated. It was a bit sad that we'd break up the class after today.

The woman at the front directed us towards the lecture hall.

The case had been given to us this morning. They also gave the order to retrieve Gideon from his sabbatical.

Hotch and Derek went to his office to wait. They sent Reid and I to get him.

Outside the lecture hall, I caught sight of Jason Gideon.

I pushed the door open, interrupting the end of his lecture. We caught Gideon's eyes. Reid held up the case file, tapping the side.

The head profiler bowed his head in understanding. He didn't like it, but he understood. "Excuse me." Gideon spoke politely to the class.

He followed us out.

==BAP==

"They're calling him the Seattle Strangler. Four victims in four months." Reid reported. "He keeps 'em alive seven days."

"The handle serves as a crank." I explained, as Reid pulled up another picture.

"Allowing him to control the rate of suffocation." Gideon reasoned.

"To prolong it?" Reid asked.

"To enjoy it." Gideon corrected, kindly. "Seattle's hit a wall?"

"Yes. There's no physical evidence, or any tangible leads." I answered.

"And another girl is missing." Gideon nodded, taking the extended file from Reid. "I looked the case file over. I'll get some thoughts to you ASAP."

He went into his office, finding Hotch and Derek waiting.

"You're gonna be with us in Seattle ASAP." Hotch reported.

Gideon stared at him for a moment.

Derek held the photo out to him. "Twenty-two year old Heather Woodland." Gideon took the outstretched photo.

"Before she left for lunch, she downloaded an email with a time-delayed virus attached." Hotch explained. "The killer's virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen." He gave Gideon another photo.

The team and I watched Agent Gideon walk over to a picture he had on his wall.

"'For heaven's sake, catch me before I kill more. I cannot control myself.'" He read off.

"He doesn't keep them for more than seven days. That means we have less than thirty-six hours to find her." I went into further detail.

"They want you back in the saddle. You ready?" Derek asked, concerned for his coworker.

"Looks like medical leave's over, boss." Reid added.

"They sure they want me?" Gideon asked.

Hotch let out a small smile. "The order came from the director."

Gideon let out a short breath, before squaring his shoulders. "Well, we'd better get started."

==BAP==

The plane had been up in the air for twenty minutes when we began discussing the case.

"His first victim was twenty-six year old Melissa Kirsh. Stab wounds, strangulation-" Reid explained.

"Wait, wait. Backup. Backup." Derek interrupted. "He stabbed her...and then strangled her to finish her off?"

"Other way around." Gideon corrected. He turned to Reid. "Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?"

"Bare-handed strangulation isn't as easy as most people think." I explained. "He tried, thought it was taking too long-"

"So he stabbed her instead." Derek finished.

"And realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood." Hotch added.

"Next time, our boy's got a method- the belt." Derek nodded.

"He's learning, perfecting his scenario." Gideon's eyebrows creased in thought. "Becoming a better killer."

==BAP==

The plane landed not long after. A black car drove us to the Seattle FBI office. We put our bags through security. Mine came through, so I lifted my go-bag out. I had packed it with long sleeved blue or white shirts, a dark blue jacket for the cold, and long suit pants. Simply outfits that were still professional.

My current outfit was a light gray long sleeved blouse, with black long pants and a pair of black boots. My gun was holstered on my hip, blending in with the pants.

Gideon was leading the pack of boys, as they dragged their luggage off the converter belt.

Derek huffed. He turned to Reid. "He never stands with his back to a window. When I was between him and a doorway, he asked me to move."

"That's hyper vigilance. It's not uncommon in post traumatic stress disorder." Reid reasoned.

"Just how much disorder are we talking about?" Derek countered.

"Morgan, it's been six months." Hotch interjected. "Everything's okay."

I elbowed the agent lightly. "It'll be fine. Just you wait."

The dark skinned agent huffed at me.

The three of us followed Hotch inside the bull pen.

"This is Special Agent Gideon, Special Agent Morgan, our expert on obsessional crimes, Special Agent Reid." Hotch introduced.

"Dr. Reid." Gideon interjected.

Hotch rolled with it. "Dr. Reid, our expert on...well, everything. This is Special Agent Megan Quinn-" I smiled politely at the large group "-who's making up to be impressive expert on sex offender cases. And after two years busting my butt in this office, I hope you all remember me."

The agents laughed before going about their business.

"He's willing to travel with the body." Gideon observed, watching the giant map they gave me.

"Then he drives a vehicle capable of concealing one." Hotch noted.

"One in seven point four drivers in Seattle owns an SUV." Reid reported

"Explorer with tinted windows." Derek stated.

"Explorers rate higher with women." I countered.

"But how do we know it's his car? Ted Bundy drove a VW Bug." Derek argued.

"What about a Jeep Cherokee?" Hotch asked.

I shook my head. "That's more masculine."

"We all know how an unsub feels about asserting his masculinity." Gideon commented.

Hotch turned to the head of this division. I saw one of them holding one of the files for the case. When he saw my interest, he passed it over to me. "When did the Bureau become involved in the case?"

"After the fourth body. He dumped that one out of state." The asian agent answered.

"On purpose." Hotch reasoned.

"If so, knowledge of law enforcement does suggest a criminal record." Reid styated.

"Or that he watches television." Derek looked down at the file for Kirsh in my hand. "May I?" I nodded, tilting the file so he could read it over with me.

"So you wanna see our suspect list?" The head agent asked.

"No, we won't look at a suspect list until after we come up with a profile. It keeps our perspective unbiased." Hotch explained.

"When do we sit down with your task force?" Gideon asked.

"Four o'clock." An agent answered.

"An accurate profile by four o'clock today?" Derek asked, surprised.

"That's not a problem." Gideon stated.

Derek gave a huff but didn't roll his eyes.

"Agent Gideon, where would you like to start?" Hotch asked, always the professional

"Let's start at the site of the last murder." Gideon tapped the photo.

==BAP==

"So that's Gideon? The Gideon." The officer on scene asked, giddy. I nodded. His joy was a big infectious, I felt a smile bloom across my face before I could stop it. "The one who caught that guy, Adrian Baal, in Boston."

"Yep. That's him." Derek answered, coming up at our side. "But catching him cost us six agents."

It brought down the mood, just a bit.

"Twenty-two-year-old Anne Cushing was found right here. Nails clipped just like the others. He wants them to fight back." Derek reported to the as of yet silent Gideon.

"But not enough to hurt him." Gideon added on. "And he left the belt around her neck. He's probably in his early twenties."

"What's your reasoning?" Derek asked.

"Youthful arrogance." Gideon stated.

"He clothed the body before dumping it." Derek pointed out.

Gideon stared down where Cushing had been found. "That's a sign of remorse."

"It's not consistent." I voiced. "Look at where we are. This is what he thinks of women."

"They're disposable."

"So why dress the body out of remorse, but then dumping her with the trash?"

==BAP==

The five of us converged back at headquarters.

"Okay, then how about the fact that on one hand, we have paranoid psychosis...but the autopsy protocol says what?" Derek pointed to Reid.

"Adhesive residue shows he put layer after layer of duct tape over his victim's eyes." Reid reported.

"He knows he wants to kill them, but he still covers their eyes." Derek continued. "He doesn't want 'em looking at him, apparently. Okay, but then he takes the body and dumps it right out in the open, murder weapon nearby."

"Not the MO of a paranoid convinced he's being watched or surveilled." Reid agreed.

I fell back in my hair, toying with my loose hair.

"Paranoid psychosis, but behavior that's not paranoid." Derek argued.

"Maybe he's schizophrenic." Hotch offered.

"Or maybe we don't have enough for a complete profile."

Hotch gave him that small eyebrow lift. The one he does when you are on the edge of pushing Hotch's limit. "We need to narrow down our list of suspects."

"We're looking at less than twelve hours to find this woman." Derek ranted.

"We don't know exactly what-"

"Hotch we don't know anything!"

"All right, enough." Gideon spoke. It silenced the room. "Hotch, tell them we're ready."

Finished, he left the room.

"We're ready?" Derek repeated, clearly believing the opposite. He looked to us. "Reid, Megan. You're good with this?"

We nodded.

Derek was gobsmacked. It was a good look on him. "We've got a woman who's only got a few hours left to live, an incomplete profile, and a unit chief on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

I handed Gideon a file when he came back. He took it. "They don't call them nervous breakdowns anymore." He went back out.

Oh now Derek was annoyed.

"It's called a major depressive episode." Reid finished for Gideon.

Derek gave him a flat stare. "I know, Reid."

==BAP==

Gideon had delivered the profile earlier. All in all, a perfect display.

Now we had to make a plan for taking in Slessman.

But there was no sign of Agent Elle Greenaway. I'm not sure what's more distressing to me. The growing urgency of this case, or the impact this would have on future cases.

A part of me realized I could just be paranoid. Maybe Elle was waiting in the back somewhere, maybe she was sick today. There was just this gut instinct that she wasn't here. It built up in my chest. It kept pushing me to step in, use my knowledge in her place.

It was such a bad idea.

But, I was young. I was barely twenty-seven. Everyone makes really bad decisions at that age. At least the ones that didn't really age.

Stepping into the bullpen, I braced myself for the new obstacle.

"I...have an idea." I offered.

The agents turned to me.

==BAP==

Just like in the show, they liked the idea.

I was decked out in the dark blue jacket. After one check to make sure the van full of backup was there, I walked up to Slessman's grandma's house.

Briskly knocking on the door, there was barely a wait before she opened it. She watched me kindly, and cautiously.

I braced myself. "Hi!" It'd been awhile since I watched this episode, yet the line felt as familiar on my tongue as if I'd been saying it for ages. "I'm really sorry to bother you. I'm house-sitting down the street, and when I got back, the door was wide open, and the lights weren't working. I feel like such an idiot asking this, but is there someone who might be able to take a look inside with me?"

The woman immediately turned to the stairs. "Richard. Richard, get down here!"

After Slessman came down the stairs, I showed him towards the empty house we'd picked out.

"Are you sure you locked it?" Slessman asked with the air of someone who had something so much better to do.

"Yeah." I answered.

He sighed. He pushed the door open,

"Hello?" He walked deeper into the house. I stayed close behind him. My hand was holding onto the gun in my pocket. "Hello!"

At that cue, the other agents stepped out.

'I'll call this an unqualified success.'

==BAP==

The men of my team met back up at the house. I made my way back to the house. The rest of Slessman's family were inside the kitchen, with Reid and Gideon blocking the way.

"There's no sign of the girl here. We can arrest him with probable cause, but we won't be able to hold him." Reid explained. "Slessman's been at the top of the suspect list."

"Is that the mother?" Gideon asked.

I stepped in. "Grandmother. The mother died in a fire when he was thirteen."

"Probably not the only fire in his childhood." Gideon noted under his breath.

"Before his Son of Sam murders, David Berkowitz set a multitude of fires." Reid commented.

"Exactly how much is a multitude?" Derek asked, walking up to us.

"According to his diary, one thousand four hundred and-" Reid answered.

"Eighty-eight." I finished. This will sound morbid, but I read a lot of BAU cases at the academy for fun. It was harder getting those documents back Home, where I was 10 and the only computer belonged to my parents.

"Luring him out was your idea, right? Quinn?" Gideon asked.

"Megan. I don't send a SWAT team into a house with children." There was a part of me chuffed that Gideon asked for my name.

"Hotch says you scored highest in your classes at the Academy. You're skilled towards sex cases. What can you tell us?" Gideon asked.

"The last four murders show he's an anger-excitation rapist. He'll keep a victim for a couple of days. He'll record or videotape them so that he can continue reliving the fantasy." I reported.

"You okay with Hotch being in on the interview?" Gideon asked.

"I'd like him to lead, actually." The idea of interviewing Slessman myself was foreboding. It would be better if a man led the interview anyway, with Slessman's arrangement with Vogel.

"Fine. But hold off. Slessman's done time, and he knows the process. And all you will get now is a demand for a lawyer." Gideon instructive. He walked off to the door. "Hotch, let's check the garage, then show me what you got."

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding in.

"Next time, show a little leg." Derek advised with a teasing wink.

Despite my best intentions, a blush grew on my face. "The only time you're gonna see a little leg from me is when I'm about to kick your ass."

"I still teach hand-to-hand over at Quantico if you need a little brush-up training." Derek offered.

"I'm a black belt in karate, Derek." "I'd watch your mouth before I whip you with it."

"Don't tempt me." Derek winked.

==BAP==

Derek went to Slessman's bedroom. I found the stairway. Carefully, I made my way up.

Gideon, Hotch and Reid were there already. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were waiting on me.

Reid was staring intently at the Go board.

"What kind of game is it?" I asked.

"In China, it's called wei-chi. Here we call it 'Go'. It's considered to be the most difficult board game ever conceived." Reid explained.

"Chairman Mao required his generals to learn it." Gideon smirked, a bright twinkle in his eye.

"It also looks like he's playing himself." Reid added.

"How can you tell?" I asked.

He spun the board. It's been placed on a rotator.

"This might provide an advantage, actually." Reid went on. "Go is considered to be a particularly psychologically revealing game. There are profiles for every player- the conservative point Counter, the Aggressor, the Finesser."

"What kind of player is Slessman?" Hotch cut off Reid before Reid explained the rules. You laugh, but I have no doubt he would have started.

The genius stared at the board for a long moment before answering "Extreme Aggressor."

==BAP==

The team went downstairs to Slessman's room.

"Okay, here we go." Derek typed in the last few commands. The screen changed to black, filling up with code before showing the password box and the number box.

"What's the number six at the bottom of the screen?" I asked.

"Number of password attempts before the program wipes the hard drive." Derek answered.

"There could be an email, or a journal in the computer, something that tells us where Heather is. Do you think you can break in?" I asked.

"In six tries?" Derek asked, skeptical.

"Try again. Fail again. Fail better." Gideon advised.

Reid turned to us. "Samuel Beckett."

"Try not. Do or do not." Derek countered.

"Yoda." Reid told Gideon.

I half smiled at it. "Maybe you could call Garcia?"

"What, you're not going to do it?"

"No. She's way more friendly with you."

Derek grinned.

"I wanna talk to him." Gideon said seemingly out of nowhere.

==BAP==

"A second unsub." I repeated.

We'd been driven back to the Seattle headquarters. Gideon was explaining the results from his interview to me.

"Not unusual. Remember Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris?" Gideon explained as we made our way down the stairs.

"1979. They outfitted a van to rape and murder girls in California." I answered. They'd been a test question on my last exam.

"We're looking for someone who fits a similar relationship?" Hotch asked Gideon.

"They're not equals. Slessman's smart, but he is a submissive personality." Gideon explained.

"So number two is the dominant." I reasoned.

"Authoritative, arrogant." Gideon listed.

"Probably not as smart as Slessman." Hotch added.

"He's like the schoolyard bully recruiting a good underling- he'll be protective of Richard. He'll make him feel like he owes him." Gideon explained further.

"If Richard's been up in the attic fantasizing about being an extreme aggressor, this guy showed him how to do it." Hotch decided.

"He helped him take the first step." Gideon added.

"Could we think interview him with this as pressure?" I asked.

"No, no. We need leverage. A name." Gideon

"Checking the suspect list would take too long." I reasoned.

Gideon shook his head, concentration etched on his face. "There's gotta be a faster way."

"There is." Hotch looked over towards the grandmother.

After a few minutes, he had a mug of tea for her. Gideon and I waited in a room on the side, listening in from the security cameras.

"Here. This might be a little hot." Hotch handed the elderly woman the mug. "Mrs Slessman, I don't think we've got the right guy. I think the person we're looking for might be a friend of Richard's."

"Richard never had many friends." Mrs Slessman murmured.

"You sure? There's gotta be someone." Hotch asked.

"Well, there was...there was this one young man. I think his name was Charlie." Mrs Slessman answered after a pause.

"Cross-reference Charlie for the second unsub." Gideon instructed.

I quickly did so. "Charlie is probably Charles Linder. He was Slessman's cellmate and...received a dishonorable discharge from the military."

"He's bigger, tougher. He could have protected Richard in prison." Gideon was liking the sound of this. "Where were they incarcerated?"

"Cascadia. Less than a mile from here." I answered without looking. I'd learned a lot of smaller facts about the first season before coming here. I knew them practically as well as I knew my own social security.

"Let's go." Gideon ordered.

==BAP==

"Anyone who can tell us more about Slessman?" Gideon asked the head of the prison.

Hotch called me as we walked off the elevator. I flipped my phone open. "What'd'ya got Hotch?"

"We found Linder's name on a police report." Hotch explained.

"Gideon won't like this, will he?"

"No he won't. It was a car accident two months ago. Linder was DOA."

"Yeah he won't like that." Hotch hung up. I walked up to Gideon as the other man walked off. "That was Hotch. Linder's name came up on a police report."

"And?"

"He's dead. Car accident, two months ago. Linder is dead." I explained.

Gideon's expression was one of deep thought. He didn't know what I did, that the only suspect left was Vogel.

We met up with him on our way out.

"Too bad you guys came here for nothing. I mean, talk about scum." Vogel snorted. "I can't remember how many times I put Linder in solitary for causing trouble with us. You'd think the inmates would try to stay on our good side, right? Especially since half our job is protecting them from each other."

Gideon's attention peaked. "You protect them?"

"If you're a little white guy? Especially in a prison like this." Vogel admitted.

"Linder's 6'4". You talking about Slessman?" Gideon asked.

Vogel shrugged, half hearted. "Oh, yeah."

"Thanks for your help." Gideon smiled, in a way I would call knowingly.

==BAP==

"He's befriended of Richard. He protected him. He will feel like he owes him." Gideon ranted.

"He fits the profile. And did you see them?" I asked.

"The keys." Gideon agreed.

We climbed in the car. Not long after, we saw his orange car driving off.

"Hotch, I've just found your leverage. His name is Timothy Vogel." Gideon reported. He clapped his phone shut as I drove after the car.

==BAP==

I'd been following the other guard for twenty minutes. It was shortly after we turned down a woodsy road that I spoke up.

"This is wrong. We gotta him pull over. I can feel it." I reported.

"You wanna stop him, you give me a reason." Gideon stated.

"His behavior." I answered. "When we left him, he was nervous and unsettled. Now he's stopping at every stop sign, using his blinker at every turn, and slowing at yellow lights. This is not someone who is rushing to kill and dump a body."

"Okay. Do it." Gideon decided.

I flipped on the lights.

The other guard immediately pulled over to the side of the road. I parked our rental, stepping out and pulling my weapon. Gideon was beside me.

"FBI. Put your hands up where we can see them!" The prison guard followed my instruction. "Put your hands through the window now!"

He did so.

"All right, with your left hand I want you to open the car door from the outside." I ordered. "Get out!"

He came out of Vogel's car. He fell to the gravel, squinting up at us.

"It's not him!"

"Where is he? Where is he?" Gideon demanded.

"Where's Vogel?" I clarified.

"I don't know!" The guard pleaded.

"What are you doin' driving his car?!" Gideon snapped.

"He came up to me in the garage after our shift ended. He asked if he could borrow my truck." The guard explained, panicked.

"What kind of truck?" Gideon barked.

"He's dumping the body." I told Gideon.

What's the make? What's the make?!" Gideon growled.

"Dodge! Dodge Dakota!" The guard shouted.

Gideon grunted in irritation. He marched to the car, myself following.

We were barely back in city limits when Derek called. I was driving towards the Bureau, but on a route that would match up with the shipyard if I made the correct turn.

"What is it, Morgan?" Gideon answered.

His phone must have been turned up, because I heard Derek loud and clear. "Gideon, Heather's alive."

I turned to Gideon. "How do you know?" Gideon asked.

"'Cause we're watching her right now."

Gideon hung up. He immediately dialed Hotch. "Hotch, he's gonna kill her. He's heading there now. We need a location."

"I don't have enough time to get it out of him." Hotch excused.

"Find something, Hotch, or that girl is dead." Gideon ordered.

Hotch called a few minutes later, telling us to go to the shipyard. I took the correct turn just in time.

==BAP==

I parked the rental next to a Dodge Dakota. Gideon lead the way to the docks, pulling out his weapon as we approached the board.

I pulled my phone out, calling Derek.

"We're at the shipyard. Gideon.'s making his way to the boat now." I reported.

"No, Megan, you gotta call him back. Vogel is on that boat!"

"Then all the more reason to go in now."

"Listen to me. You need to wait for backup."

"If we wait, then Heather is dead."

"And if we had waited in Boston-"

"There's no time!" I snapped.

There was a woman's scream.

Heather.

I clapped my phone shut, stuffing it in my pocket. Running towards the scream, I kept cover behind some barrels.

"Stop! Stop!" Gideon ordered.

"Get back! I'll shoot her." Vogel shouted. His gun was pressed at her temple.

"I wouldn't. If I were you, I'd aim the gun at me. You shoot the girl, you got nothing." Gideon reminded.

"Get...back!" Vogel snarled.

"Shoot me instead. Come on. What, are you a lousy shot?" Gideon taunted. "Fifty feet away. You got a perfect shot. Shoot me."

"You think I'm stupid?" Vogel hissed.

"I think you're an absolute moron." Gideon answered smoothly. "I know all about ya, Tim. You're at the gym five times a week. You drive a flashy car, you stink of cologne, and you can't get it up. Not even Viagra's workin' for ya. You know what that tells me? That tells me you are hopelessly compensating, and it's not just in your head. It is physical. What did the girls call you in high school? What'd they come up with when you fumbled your way into some girl's pants, and she started laughing when she got a good look at just how little you had to offer?"

"Shut up!" Vogel shouted.

"Short stack? Very little Vogel?" Gideon shook his head. "I got it! Tiny Tim."

Vogel moves his gun. I fired two shots at him. I thought I heard more, possible from Vogel or Gideon. My shots hit Vogel's shoulder and chest. He fell back, letting Heather go. She let out blood curdling screams as she hit the dock.

Had I just killed him? It wouldn't be my first kill by any means. It was just unsettling.

Seeing Gideon leaning against a railing, I remembered the other shots. I ran over to him. "Gideon! Are you alright?"

He beamed a smile up at me. "I'm fine. Go look after the girl."

I went up to the sobbing woman. She tried to push me off. "Heather, my name is Special Agent Megan Quinn. We're here to take you home."

Heather continued to sob.

"It's alright, it's alright. I hear Sandy misses you, she can't wait for you to come home." I assured.

She continued sobbing, but stopped pushing me away.

==BAP==

The sun rose.

The sky was a light gray, with the rain Seattle seemed to have as a fixture.

Gideon sent off Heather in the ambulance. He gave a brief nod to myself, then Derek and Hotch. He made his way to look at the boat.

"So what kind of report do they want on him?" Derek asked Hotch.

"I suppose whether he's fit to be a field agent." Hotch answered. He grinned, having a small laugh. "You know, Haley and I were looking at a baby names book. Guess what Gideon means in hebrew."

"Mighty warrior. Appropriate." Reid commented, walking by.

The three of us smiled at Reid.

"So what are you gonna tell them?" Derek asked.

"What would you say?" Hotch asked.

"Well I saw him out there. I think he's the best chance we have against men like Vogel." I stated.

"Gideon saved her life. That's good enough for me." Derek agreed.

==BAP==

Derek fell asleep. Reid was halfway there, zoning in and out on the couch.

I was in one of the chairs in the back, by the mini kitchen. There was a warm mug of cocoa in my hands; coffee had never agreed with me.

My finished report sat in my lap. Once I was in the office, I'd give it to Hotch. Of course I had way more paperwork to do at my apartment.

A lot of my plans would have to be changed, now that I had seemingly taken Elle Greenaway's place. How far would it go? How far could it go? Were there things I planned to do, and no longer could? I knew there were things I had to do now, like the hostage situation on the train.

There was too much for speculation. I'd brought a DVD of season one, in case of an emergency. 'Looks like I'm rewatching it over the weekend. Lucky freaking me.'

"Hey." Hotch's voice broke me out of my deep thoughts.

"You and Haley pick the baby's name yet?" Gideon asked.

"It's funny... Haley liked the name Charles, but, you know... all I could think of..." Hotch dragged off.

"Manson." Gideon chuckled.

"Then there was Henry." Hotch went on.

"Lee Lucas." Gideon supplied.

"Uh... Jeffrey."

"Dahmer."

"There's just too many of them." Hotch sighed.

"Kind of hard to feel good about catching one when you know there are fifty more still out there." Gideon stayed. Hotch sighed. I listened in, without making it look like I was listening in. "How's your report going?"

Hotch tried to hide his smile.

"Didn't think you could hide that from an old profiler, now, did ya?"

"You know, you saved that girl today. You can feel good about that." The fellow agent stated.

"It is good. It's a good thing." The senior profiler let himself smile.

Hotch walked past my seat.

"Your talk of names got me thinking. 'Jack' means 'God is gracious'." I hinted, tapping my pen on my report.

Hotch paused, expression thoughtful. "Thanks, Agent Quinn."

==BAP==

AN: Okay this took way to long to update. So sorry everybody! I've been working on all the other stories I publish, and the ones I don't. My summer was jam packed with stuff, then I went to a new college.

And the idea of Megan taking place of Elle was spur of the moment. As I wrote, Megan just took over Elle's lines and it seemed the most natural. Once I made the decision, this chapter came out a lot faster. Sorry if some of you wanted to see her. She just wasn't fitting in.

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