A/N: Yay new chapter, based on a very horrifying experiment from Standford. I would like to disclaim that i do not know how prison condition actually are, just from tv and movies and O truly do not mean it disrespectfully if I depict it wrongfully. Also please review, I would like to know what people think of it... Anyways hope you like this, also this is a bit more dark that the other chapters, not intentional, but I also kind of like it.

After two days being back from that case I had done everything I could to be good, however good you can be in this shithole. There was a few new guards at the prison, I hated those, they always tried too hard to prove how though they were, always ended badly for us prisoners.

Apparently I had "fallen out of line" when I had not looked up from my book when I was spoken to. So I spent a day in the hole. At least it was better than some of the other girls, one had gotten a week for punching one of them. That and the guard had told her to do 5 push ups in front of everyone. Every time she was done she was asked to do five more. That apparently went on till she collapsed. I had decided that I hated this guard with a fiery passion. He was also unfair when he thought I had fallen out of line. I was just in the yard minding my own business, reading my book. When he came up and told me yardtime was over. Sadly I was too into my psychology book to hear him the first time. And he hit me with his club repeating himself, also leaving me with a bruise on my arm. I nodded and closed my book smiling a little at him.

"Sure, sorry about that man." I said and got off the bench and started walking back towards the prison, he grabbed my arm and pulled my backwards with a lot of force.

"You will call me Sir, understood girl? And I will not tolerate being ignored or spoken to like that girl." He said and I nodded he pushed me forward and I walked into the prison, however instead of turning to the hall where my cell was located at I was pushed down into the hole and told I would spend the night there for disrespecting an officer.

So when I was finally out of the hole and a normal guard came to fetch me for a case I was relieved to say the least. I also made a mental note to tell someone at the bureau about him, filling a complaint would not get me anywhere except maybe another trip into the hole. I got changed and was driven to the headquarters where JJ as always escorted me to the bullpen. I was sat in a briefing room and beside Rossi when Garcia walked in and handed us all files.

"This is victim nr. 6 in some recent murders. The timeline has increased for these victims before it was once a month maybe two months, but this is the second in two weeks." JJ started and I looked over the crime scene photos trying to think about anything that would help out this case.

"This man, is Jakob Morgathouguh, 25 years old, was reported missing three months ago by his girlfriend. The other victims all male, in their 20s-30s, other than that they do not have much in common victimology or neighbourhood wise." JJ continued and Emily cut her off.

"So how do we know that they are connected?" She asked and Garcia pressed a button showing six photos of dead bodies.

"As you can see they were all found in the same way, in a dumpster and naked. They all have signs of struggling and abuse." She said and I nodded.

Wheels was up in 10 minutes and I headed down to pack what little things I had left. Then I just sat on my desk waiting for everyone to be done so we could go.

"So what has been up with you guys, any gossip, anything happening in your lives?" I asked looking around the bullpen.

"I got a new couch." Emily said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Really Em, I get out of prison back to reality and all that has happened is a new couch?" I said and groaned Morgan just chuckled and shook his head.

"Well I can tell you pretty boy here went out on a date with a real lady last night." He said and I smirked and leaned on the desk looking at him smiling.

"Really? Now, Emily, this is what real gossip looks like, might wanna take notes. Now Doc, I want some details." I said and he looked at both me and Morgan confused and kept gathering his things. I kept starring at him until he finally looked at me weirdly.

"Stop starring at me." He said getting up from his seat grabbing his coat signalling that he was ready to go. Morgan nodded and grabbed his as well. I did too and hurried to walk beside Spencer.

"Come on Spencer. Give me something. Please?" I said using my puppy dog face trying to convince him.

"No, I don't want to talk about it." He said sounding annoyed.

"You know I am going to annoy you until you tell me, so you might as well tell us now. We promise we won't make fun of you." I said trying to persuade him. He rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Fine. I was trying blind dating, since I'm not that great with woman, or so Morgan tells me." He said and Morgan shrugged as I chuckled.

"So I met this girl, she seemed nice, however it turned out that she was a little weird, she literally started crying when I told her my star sign was scorpio." He said looking down. I was laughing so hard at this point that my stomach hurt. When I gained my breath we were at the car I padded his back and looked at him sympathetically.

"Well better luck next time, besides, you are a smart badass FBI agent, who would not want that?" I said and he looked at me confused.

We drove silently to the jet. When we got to the jet there was a less cosy vibe and I started actually reading into the case. These guys had been though a lot of shit. They were all from not too good neighbourhoods, no ethnic connection. And that torture was gruesome. Cutting, beatings, burn marks, autopsy even said some of them had water in their lungs, another body had been starved. I looked at everything and something seemed weird to me, I had this weird feeling about this case. We got to California and I smiled a little, this was nice weather, I had missed that. We drove to the precinct and were assigned different tasks, Reid, Rossi and I were sent to the dumpsite and told to go to the morgue afterwards. I looked around in the dumpster or the rest of the dumpsite, to see what could have compelled the unsub to dump them here.

"It is like he wants to demean these men when they have been killed, disposing of them like this means he has no respect for them once he is done with them." Rossi said and reid nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if he had any sort of empathy for his victims or what he does to them he would have found a more respectful burial sight." He said and I nodded.

"Doesn't it also mean that he is a bit sloppy when it comes to dumping them? Like naked and in a trash bag throw into dumpster." I said and the guys nodded at me.

We left the dumpsite to go to the morgue, I have never been to one before and I was honestly quite happy about that. Well, there is a first time for everything. We walked in and the mortician greeted us. He told us what we had already read in the reports that all of the bodies had these things in common. I cringed listening to those horrible things. Kind of put my guard problem into perspective. He opened a case and showed us the naked body of Jakob Morganthouguh, we looked it over he showed us the burn marks, some cuts, and different bruises. He also said there were signs of psychological torture since he seemed to have pulled out his own hair. I looked over the body seeing nothing really out of order until I noticed something smudged on the inside of his left arm. I put on a glove and lifted it to get a closer look. He had a number tattooed on him, kind of like our numbers in the prison. I looked at it a little longer thinking on how it could be a normal tattoo, but it was not a date or something else. I left the room and called Prentiss who was with Jakobs girlfriend.

"Hey could you ask her if he had any tattoos I noticed a weird number tattooed on his body." I asked and she agreed to call me back when she had asked.

We went back in and the guys were thanking the mortician and getting ready to go, before we did I took a photo of the tattoo. Something was not right about this, we met back at the precinct but before Prentiss could give me her answer Hotch called us in for an update. Rossi repeated what we had found at the crime scene and the girls that he had gone missing three months ago. When we were done Prentiss told me that the girlfriend had said that he had no tattoos, that he was scared of needles. I asked for the morgues number and called them asking if any of the other bodies had those tattoos. I sat down and wondered what this all could mean. About an hour later the morgue called me back telling me that all six victims had had these different 5 digit numbers tattooed on their left arm. I thanked him and hung up.

I told the others that they all had numbers on them and they put it down as a signature. I sat down and looked at the big board of the dead bodies of these men. All of them had tattoos, they had been tortured and captured, all men, something was missing in my head. I got up and looked at their hands, all had torn hands from trying to get out of a small space. Hotch came in and pulled me aside for a talk.

"I hate to do this while on case, but I was just notified, mind explaining why you were put into to isolation?" He asked and I sighed.

"It's al right, we have a new guard he is trying really hard to prove that he is tough so he threw me in the hole for "disrespecting an officer." What actually happened was that I was too caught up in my book to hear him telling me yard time was over the first time he told me." I said and Hotch nodded.

Then it clicked in my head, the hole, then I stopped and thought it through, it all made sense, but I needed to be sure.

I asked to be excused and I went back to work writing down on a pad trying to make all of the dots connect and I also went on the computer to make sure I got my details right. When I was done with my theory I asked them all to gather in the briefing room, saying I had a theory.

"So, I had a weird feeling about this case, something was missing, all men, all tortured, all dumped in trash bags and naked, the numbered tattoos on their arms, and their hands being torn up. I think this guy is a prison guard. You all must have read or seen that experiment where they mistreat the prisoners. But I remember my hands looking a little like that after my first time in isolation. He tortures them, not just physically but psychologically. That is why they are all men, because there are no mixed prisons. He dumps them naked and in trash bags because he thinks of them as trash being thrown back to the streets. And the numbers, Jakobs girlfriend said he had no tattoos, but I saw a 5 digit number on his left arm. 5 digits those are prison numbers demeaning them like they did in the KZ camps in world war 2. I think this guy has his own little prison where he takes men and after a while kills them." I finished and they all told me it was good work.

They all threw in some actual psychology facts about the guy and his process but I was proud of myself for solving this. The reason this case had me feeling weird was because it was about prisons.

We gave a profile to the detectives and all went our separate ways to find out more about this person. Eventually they figured out that all of these victims helped at the same homeless shelter. And somehow narrowed it down to this one guy. I was put into a bulletproof west and given a radio and went with the rest of the team, while they were all trained psychologists I knew prisons first hand and could help some of the inmates. I went with Reid following Morgan when he had cleared an area, we went down to the basement and the guy was pointing a shotgun at us, I let the guys handle him.

One because I was scared a hell, and two because I had nothing to defend myself with. Morgan had to shoot him in the leg and put him in cuffs and dragged him off. I looked over the basement, seeing all these cages with men in them, we opened them all out and let them out most of them hugging me when we got them out. I told them it was gonna be okay, I was there to help them. They all looked horrible, even wearing prison uniforms, but dirtier than the mine. I hated seeing people treated like this. No one should have to experience that, especially innocent people.

They seemed to share a bond after all being locked up. I almost smiled as they helped each other out.

When we had searched the whole area and was sure no more people were there Reid holstered his gun and smiled at me waiting by the staircase. I gave him a small smile and we walked back out into the sunlight, I would be lying if I said I did not hate being down there. Reid touched my shoulder and padded me a little on the back in a comforting manner.

We were back in the jet flying home, I got changed and unchained from my leg brace. I walked over to Hotchner and cleared my throat.

"I don't mean to bother you with this, but would you mind speaking to the prison about this new guard, he is showing control and sadistic tendencies and I know if I complain it will just be worse for me. I could see it turn into actual abuse, that is why I am asking." I said looking down and just nodded and told me he would see what he could do.

I thanked him and walked back into the plane sitting down beside Reid he gave me a small smile and I smiled back. I was a little ashamed asking this of Hotch, but I did not like being thrown in the hole for no reason. And I still had a bruise from the new guards rough handling of me. I had done some bad things, but none of us wanted to actually get hurt. While I might not get it, usually staying out of trouble, some other inmate might really get hurt.

I leaned back and tried to sleep hoping to catch some before I would have go back to a place I hated. I shifted around every 10 seconds not being able to find any position that was even remotely comfortable. Finally I looked at Spencer reading his book and shrugged putting my head on his shoulder he seemed surprised first but did not push me away.

"Wh.. what... ar.. are.. you doing?" He stammered out and I lifted my head and smiled tired at him.

"I couldn't get comfortable, but if it bothers you I will find another way to sleep." I said quietly and he seemed to think it through for a second before shrugging.

"No it's okay, you can put your head on my shoulder." He said, he looked at me more nervous than uncomfortable.

I smiled and thanked him before putting my head on his shoulder again. I relaxed and felt sleeping drifting over me, I was only slightly woken what I imagined was a little while later, when I felt a head slowly laying against mine.