When I arrived at the BAU, it didn't surprise me that Hotch, Reid and I were the only ones there. When I had called Morgan, he hadn't exactly sounded happy, although I can't blame him. I'm pretty certain that Rossi fell asleep while I was talking to him, and it had taken four calls before Garcia answered, picking up with, "I am a member of the FBI, if you don't stop calling me, I will have my team track you down and smash your phone into a hundred tiny, irreparable pieces!" When she realized that it was me, she hadn't reacted that much better. "Jayje, it's not even four in the morning. Is it really that important?" Prentiss didn't even answer, and since her house was on my way, I decided to just swing by. I had to knock several times, and when she finally did answer, she had her gun in her hand.

When we entered the conference room, Strauss was setting folders around the table, and setting up the screen with several images. "Where is the rest of your team?" She basically yelled at me.

"They're on their way."

She sighed. "We don't have time to wait. You can debrief them on the plane." Several images popped up on the board. It was pictures of four women, pretty, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and all appearing to be around the same age. "Veronica Mars, Suzanne Brooks, Mary Larman, and Kate Jackson, all disappeared last night from the same mall in Denver. They were there together and just leaving the mall when they were attacked." Strauss pulled up a video on the screen. It was the video camera of the parking lot. Four girls walked out, and appeared to laughing and joking with each other. A van pulled up in front of them, and four men sprang out, all carrying something long and heavy looking. They each took a girl, hitting her and dragging her into the van.

"They specifically chose to attack them here. They wanted the video camera to record what happened." Said Reid, his brow furrowing in thought. "The question is why."

That was when we got our answer. The Unsubs turned to the camera, one after the other, very purposefully looking dead into the lens. I caught my breath. The first thing I noticed were the names written across each forehead. "Emily", "Derek", "Aaron", and "Jennifer". Secondary to that fact, they had no facial features. Each one was pale white, and other than close cropped black hair, they had no distinguishing features. They had noses, and mouths that appeared to be sewn shut, but no eyes.

"The names are no coincidence. They wanted the BAU on the case." Said Hotch

"Denver is expecting you before rush hour I want regular updates on how the case is going. Do I make myself clear Agent Hotchner? "

"Yes Ma'am." Said Hotch, as we picked up our go bags and headed to the door.

We almost ran into Morgan and Rossi who were rounding the corner just as we were. Morgan gave me a puzzled look, and I said, "We'll brief you on the plane," as they fell into step behind us. Prentiss was just getting off the elevator, and when she saw us, she pressed the button that would take us to the jet strip and held the door for us.

Hotch briefed the team as soon as we got on the plane, and I paid special attention to Prentiss and Morgan when they saw their names. Other than a brief moment of surprise.

"They obviously wanted us on the case." Said Prentiss. "But did they choose those four names specifically, or were they just the most continent?"

"Well if we're talking convenience, David is a lot faster to write than Jennifer." Piped in Rossi. "They chose your names specifically. Maybe their fans who like the four of you better than the rest of us."

Prentiss shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Fans of ours become agents not killers."

"Unless their drawing us into their sexual fantasy." Morgan suggested.

"I think if that's the case, than they would have come to us directly. Sent a letter or video to us and just cut out the middle man. What about enemies? Family and friends of people that we've put away or killed."

Hotch spoke up for the first time. "JJ, call Garcia, get her to look into it."

I nodded and pulled out my phone. Garcia answered almost immediately. "Thank god you called. I thought you woke me up at four o'clock just so that I could fall asleep at my desk. What can I do you for?"

"I need you to look into cases that Morgan, Prentiss, Hotch, or I were instrumental in bringing down the Unsub. Focus on cases in the past year."

I heard furious clicking. "I will send you a list when I get it. Garcia out."

"We should get some sleep." Said Hotch. "We aren't going to be any help if we can't keep our eyes open."

Most of the team didn't have to be told twice. I sat next to Reid who was furiously scribbling don notes. He had a strange look on his face, one that appeared almost sad. "Reid. What's wrong?"

He stopped writing and looked up at me. "Your name was on his face. You're in danger. They're going to come after you." And then a look of fierce determination crossed his face. "And I won't let them." His protectiveness made me smile, even though his word were heavy. "I know what it's like to be tortured, and Hankle wasn't even looking for me. I just got in his way and he almost killed me. These Unsubs are scouting you out, looking for you."

"I'm not the only one Spence. Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss all have their names on a face. And we don't even know if their looking for us. The names could just be a way to ensure that we got the case. And even if they are hunting for us, I know how to protect myself. I'm not reckless."

He nodded, but didn't look completely convinced. "Just do something for me. Promise you'll be careful and take extra precautions. Don't do anything stupid or try to be the hero. Alright JJ? Just promise me."

"I promise."