The next morning at the police department, Reid moved quickly toward the break room. There was coffee already boiling in the pot. He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee. Turning toward the condiments there, grabbed the sugar and poured it into the cup for a minute. He stirred it quickly and sipped the brew. He felt himself waking up, and the cogs in his mind started racing.

"Did you leave any coffee for us, Reid?" Kate teased him as she walked in.

"There may be some still in the pot," he snarked.

He watched as she grabbed for herself and pout not as much sugar into it. The rest of the team slowly made their way into the room and holding a cup.

Finally, feeling themselves waking up, they moved back into the conference room. They pulled out a laptop and connected to the internet. Garcia should have been in the office by now, so they decided to get her on the line.

After a minute or two, Garcia's office popped on the screen.

"I'm here; I'm here," she was still walking around the room and organizing herself for the day as well as sipping down some tea.

"What have you found, Garcia?" Hotched asked her.

"I took Rossi's suggestion and decided to look at all of the crimes in Asheville for the last ten years, just to be safe. I filtered the victims to only show blonde women within the same age range as the murder victims."

Suddenly photos popped over the screen. They held a series of bruised women.

"Over the last five years, there was a series of domestic violence reports issued. Every time, the reports were not completely filled because the victims would drop charges right after the arrest. The name had been redacted, but it looks to be the same person.

"Classic signs of abuse victims," JJ mentioned. "He makes them feel like they needed him, even after the abuse."

"I thought about that too," Garcia mentioned, her face coming into view again. "I tried to look more into these women after the last report they filed, but that was tough. I found them using eventually, though. They changed their names and hair. One was in Washington state, another in New Mexico, and another in Florida."

"They got as far away as they could," Kate noted.

"After three women left him," Morgan theorized, "he resorted to killing women who rejected him, instead of moving on."

"Garcia?" Rossi asked. "Is it possible that they talked about their boyfriend on social media?"

"Already ahead of you, you silver fox. After I found them, I went straight to their social media accounts. They would mention that they had met someone, but soon afterward, they would stop posting, never again mentioning the guy again."

"So," Kate thought out loud, "This guy is not confident enough to be talked about online-probably asked the women to not post about him-, but in private, he has a dominant personality."

"Probably has a low-level job," Reid noted, "or feels like he doesn't have the power like he should."

"Garcia, can you give us the women's last known addresses?" Hotch asked her. "We'll see if the neighbors remember anything. Can you see if you have found anything else that may lead to the unsub?"

"Sending it to you now," she said, a couple of seconds later, the phones buzzing. "Over and out." The screen went black, noting the call had ended.

Hotch looked at the file Garcia had sent them. "Reid, Rossi; you go to the first location. Morgan, Kate; you have the second. JJ and I will cover the last."

Dispersing into their three groups, they hopped into the SUVs that were out in the parking lot. Heading to the location, Rossi had a question on his mind.

"Kid," he called, pulling Reid away from staring out of the window. "I saw that you had a little skip in your step today. Is there anything that you would like to mention?"

Reid thought about it for a moment. "Nope."

"Now you're keeping secrets from us."

"Not a secret; just... new."

"Alright, kid. I'll keep my nose out of it for a while. A while." Rossi said that last bit pointedly.

"I believe you," Reid said, turning to look at the window again.

They soon reached the apartment building where the first victim lived. There was no doorman, and they walked right in. They rode the elevator to the seventh floor. Her apartment was labeled B. They first went to the A apartment. After five minutes of knocking, they gave up. They moved onto the C apartment. They knocked on the door, which opened soon after with a middle-aged woman appearing through the crack.

"Hello, ma'am," Rossie started. "We're with the FBI. We were wondering how long you've lived here."

"I've been here for the last seven years," she answered. "I don't think I done anything wrong. I've always stayed on the right side of the law."

"Don't worry, ma'am. We were hoping that you remembered one of your old neighbors."

"Since I've been here, there have only been two people who have ever lived in that apartment. There is a man that lives there now. Before, it was a younger girl."

Speaking up, Reid asked, "Is there anything you remember in particular about her?"

Thinking it over, the woman finally responded. "She was a really nice girl. Helped me get my groceries a few times that I had way too much. There was definitely a good heart there. Once, she told me that she met someone. She told me a little about him. That he seemed like a pretty shy guy, but somehow gained the courage to ask her out. I saw him a few times that he would come over to pick her up."

"Can you please describe him?" Rossi asked.

"Sure. Just remember that it's been a while. I think he was about average height for a male. Short, dark brown hair, the typical haircut you see younger guys with. I never really saw his face, but he was a pretty light-colored skin. There may have been a couple of freckles. Oh, I don't know if it would help, but the few times I saw him not dressed up, he would be wearing coveralls."

"Can you remember how she was before she left?" Reid asked her.

"She became quieter. A lot less outgoing. When I would talk to her, she wouldn't really look you in the eye. She was skittish; now that I think about it, she left around summertime. I asked her wasn't she hot in all the long-sleeved shirts and sweaters she was wearing. Soon after that, I didn't really see her. She would run away when she would see me as if she couldn't be caught talking to me."

"Thank you for your help," Rossi told her. "If you remember anything else, please feel free to call us."

She grabbed his card out and looked at it. "Can I ask you one thing?"

"Sure thing."

"Is Kathy okay?"

"As far as we know, yes. She's fine," Rossi told her.

"Thank you. If I remember anything else, I'll call you."

The woman slightly waved at them before closing the door in front of them.

As they walked over to the elevator, Reid was going through the conversation they just had. "If he wore coveralls for his job, he's probably has a manual labor job."

"Right," Rossi agreed. "If he has a job where he feels he is seen as inferior by his co-workers and employer or even customers, he may find a reason to lash out at people. If his previous relationships left, he would have no one else to talk that anger out on. Let's get back to the precinct and see what the others have to say."