Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. I'm just slightly obsessed. As in watching it religiously. That's about it.

"The guns and bombs, the rockets and the warships, are all symbols of human failure."

-Lyndon B. Johnson

J.J. passed sheets around on the plane. "Milford, Connecticut. Three girls killed in the last month. All we found on their school grounds in early morning hours. The Academy of Our Lady of Sorrows is an all girl private catholic school. They instated a security guard for the grounds after the Amish killing at the beginning of the year."

Morgan tapped three pictures on the table. "All of them were found this way?"

J.J. nodded. "All three were found lying on their backs with their eyes shut. That's where the immediate similarities end."

Gideon put on his glassed holding up a glossy crime scene photograph. "Janice Pickenson age seventeen. The first victim. She was found wrapped in gauze." He traced the picture. "The gauze covered her torso and legs but left her midsection bare, with the exception of a tattoo set post-mortum."

Reid raised a finger. "It's an ankh, Egyptian symbol. It was carved on the sarcophagi of the pharaohs. It represented immortality and the royal line. It also had a large significance to the afterlife. Many times, it was depicted next to the lips. It was said the ankh would give the first breath of life as an immortal."

"Elizabeta Collins also age seventeen." Hotch pointed to the second picture. "She was found about ten yards from the first body three days later."

Reid leaned over the picture. "The clothes are like the last picture except this isn't gauze, looks almost like silk."

Emily ran through her paper and nodded. "Green silk and it looks like there's another tattoo." She maneuvered in front of Reid inspecting the picture. "It's a claddagh. Celtic symbol."

Morgan picked up the last picture. "Samantha Vasquez. Another seventeen year old. Wrapped in white cotton." He looked at the tattoo and shrugged handing it off to Reid. "Genius time Reid."

Reid looked over the picture searching his mind for an answer. "It's called a Duafe. It's an Adinkra symbol. Unless I'm mistaken, it stands for everlasting love. It's a feminine symbol that I remember."

Morgan gave a sigh looking at his hand out. "These were administered post-mortum and they're detailed. He must have had them for a while, what do school records say?"

J.J. gave a sigh. "They said they'd prefer to talk to us in person. Thought we might get a better idea of the school and the students if we visited."

Emily looked up surprised. "The school is still open? They haven't shut it?"

Gideon had a finger under his nose looking thoughtful. "Are they covering it up or is this an extreme prep school."

J.J. ran a hand through her hair. "It's a bit of both, but mostly a personal decision. The families of the girls don't want wide publicity; right now, they want it kept quiet, as does the school. When they have someone in custody…" She let her words trail for a moment before shaking her head. "All hell will break loose and they'll be the sympathized grieving parents."

Hotch leaned forward studying the pictures. "They don't want their children seen as murdered because that would mean they would have to accept all the protection they gave didn't help."

"That or they don't want their good names ruined." Everyone looked at Emily with some surprise. "I went to private schools growing up. Many rich political families or just rich families did not want their names in the paper unless they could control the press. One girl's parents actually threatened to sue the school because they put a picture of her in the school paper without their consent. It was at a dance and she was with a boy who had gotten into a bit of trouble a month before. They don't want to be connected with anything that could sully their good names."

Morgan stretched his arms. "We're touching down in a few minutes, this should be good."

After touching down, they drove to the grounds of the school. A security guard had stopped them and nodded them through when badges had been shown. Of course, the badges could have been fake and they still would have been let through. The man looked like he had retired a few years before and was just looking for some extra money for casino trips.

The school was massive and exquisite. It had originally been a mansion owned by the Taylor family. When Old Man Taylor's wife and daughter died, he sold it to the Sisters of Sorrow. The sisters turned it into a boarding school for the young orphans of Milford. Soon it became open to many girls in the area and it stayed a boarding school up until the mid sixties. The grounds included a soccer field as well as a softball field. Toward the front, there was a group of willow trees, which swayed delicately in the morning breeze. All in all it was a scenic school and from what they had heard that was only a small benefit. All girls that graduated went off to college and ended up with secure jobs. Some even came back to teach in later years.

It was only seven in the morning when they arrived at school. The school day officially began at eight forty-five but girls would start coming into school soon. After a brief introduction with the school's principle and president Hotch, Gideon and J.J. were asked to stay behind for further detail while the others set up in the computer labs.

As they descended marble stairs to get to the basement, they met two girls. Both were wearing grey sweatshirts, which proclaimed 'SENIORS' on the back in a royal blue. Their navy jumpers peaked out from the bottom of the oversized sweatshirts. The girls both had long black hair, which they had held up by massive clips. The one to the left had fair skin and bright blue eyes. She hair an air of intelligence around her and was smiling at her friend. Her friend was slightly darker in the face but not by much. Her eyes were a bold green and were highlighted by black eyeliner making them stand out even more. She was straightening the rings she wore; it seemed she wore one on every finger. They were speaking in a language the group did not immediately recognize. The girls stopped when they noticed the team standing before them.

The girl to the left nodded to them. "I'll take a wild guess and say you're with the FBI."

Reid nodded. "Yes. We came to help with the investigation." He looked up and down the hall before looking back at the girls. "Can you help us find the computer labs; I think the principle's directions were a bit unclear."

The girl to the right smiled in an understanding way. "No problem, we're headed there right now. Easiest way to get to the lab is through the catacombs over here." She followed her friend who was leading the way. "Are you with the BAU? That's probably a silly question, who else would you be?" She looked at Reid curiously. "You look familiar, I just can't place you."

Morgan laughed. "You know, it's not usually for people to ask us all the questions."

The first girl looked over her shoulder. "Yeah, that would be Luci, she just never stops talking."

The second girl glared at her friend. "Thanks Marena. Nice to know you're always on my side." She turned to the team with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, I don't mean to ramble. Bad habit. We'll just get you to the lab."

Emily followed the girls up another set of stairs. "Big school. So I'm surprised you know about the BAU, not many people your age would."

Marena spoke before Luci. "Luci's big when it comes to random information. That and she's obsessed with the whole profiling process."

Morgan smiled at Luci. "Good to know there is an interest in what we do. By the way I'm Agent Morgan, this is Agent Prentiss, and this is Dr. Reid."

Marena smiled. "Marena Dembroksi and that's Lucille Kowalczyk."

Luci's eyes widened. "Dr. Spencer Reid?" Her face was a bit flushed. "Now I feel very stupid for not recognizing you. I attended the lecture you made last month at UNH. It was fascinating. I'm glad you found the time to visit and speak." She sounded polite as if she was a guest thanking the hostess for being invited to a party.

Reid was taken aback. "Thank you. I hadn't realized exactly how many people would be there. I extremely nervous, I hope it didn't show too much."

Morgan was looking down smiling and shaking his head. It was a rare sight for Reid to get flustered when speaking about what he did. He looked back up at the girls thinking maybe there would be enjoyable moments in this investigation. It was a terrible thing to wish for but sometimes you just needed something to break away from the gruesome reality they dealt with everyday. "Think we could steal you two for away for a bit? We just want to get some inside information on the school from a student's perspective. Get to know what a lot of the girls are like."

Luci and Marena looked at each other. Luci held as door open to let them up another set of stairs. "We may not be exactly like the other girls but we hear things they don't even realize. It's not that we aren't liked, because as conceited as it is to say people do really like us. However, sometimes the two of us can get a bit carried away with certain discussion and the other girls, well they don't exactly see us on their level."

Marena nodded stepping aside to let Emily unlock the door to the labs with the key the principle had given her. "Well people are a bit more open with Luci than with me. I'm in mostly honors classed and one A.P. Luci's CP 1 and honors. They see here on more of a normal girl level. Until she opens her mouth." She turned her eyes to Morgan and Reid. They noticed there was a lot more wisdom behind those eyes than they had seen at first. Her eyes looked older as if she had seen things she'd like to forget. "We know more things than you would think high school students would. That's not meant to sound cocky or cliché. There is a huge difference between book smarts and intelligence. We pick up things no one else sees, almost like what you do. We remember things no one else would waste a second to remember."

Luci flipped on the light switches in the lab and crossed her arms. "We are not trying to butt our way into your investigation thinking we're super detectives. We're merely saying that we know what is going on. What we know is that whoever is doing this won't stop just because the FBI is in on it. Contrary to what you might hear, those girls were not the kind to walk off with someone just to annoy their parents. We do not have any loyalties to the school or the girls. Their no point in lying for either side. If you want to ask us something, we're here. We don't want to see people killed who haven't done something serious."

Marena nodded. "If you need anything we'll be down these stairs. No one comes up here unless it's for a class. We use that hallway to wait for the library to open and just to sit and talk." She gave a smile. "And we can't hear anything as long as you keep the door shut."

The girls went down the stairs and Morgan shut the door to the computer lab behind him. The room was large and two rows of computers lined the walls. At the end of the room, a large table and chairs had been set up as well as a conference phone and sheet of numbers. "Shit."

Emily and Reid both turned to him in surprise. "What's wrong?"

Morgan smiled. "It's like meeting two female versions of Reid."

Emily shook her head. "They may seem like they know what they're talking about but I doubt they do."

Reid was thoughtfully looking out the small window on the door letting his co-workers discuss the girls and the case. He had a strange feeling this case was going to be more than they expected. And they always expected the worse. He tapped his thumbs on the side of his pants. Maybe it wouldn't be as horrific as some of their other cases but there was something different about this case. Some twist that he knew would make this a great deal more difficult than usual.

A/N: So…reviews are welcomed.

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