Disclaimer: I own nada. Well that's a lie. I own a laptop and some movies. Nevertheless, I do not own Criminal Minds. If I did…well lets say I would not be writing fan fiction.

"Why me?" Reid looked at Gideon in surprise.

"It's not just you; J.J. will be sitting in on some classes too. You both are younger and are less intimidating than the rest of us. I decided to give Emily the third girl's classes to look over." Gideon held back a smile watching his younger co-worker squirm. "Morgan told me you already met two of the girls here. I checked records and you have a few classes with them."

Reid pinched the bridge of his nose. "I went to a Las Vegas public school. I graduated when I was twelve, I didn't fit in the first time around." He sighed. "All I have to do is observe correct?"

"Let the girls do the school work. All you have to do is learn more about them."

Reid looked at his sheet looking at his first class.

"Need some help?"

He looked up to see one of the girls from yesterday, Luci, smiling at him. "Uh, yes, I'm looking for the Latin room."

She checked his paper and nodded. "Elizabeta was in my class. It's the next door here. I know there's only a few of us but don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

Luci gave him a look. "Whatever you say."

He followed her into the room. The teacher behind the desk nodded to him. She was a pleasant looking older woman who was round and seemed to fit the profile of a Latin teacher. There were four other girls, besides Luci, in the class. They gave Reid a quick look then turned back to their conversations. Maybe he wouldn't have a reason to be nervous after all.

Reid walked forward and introduced himself to the teacher, Mrs. Patterson. "Please don't mind me just go along with your regular lesson. Try to pretend I'm not here."

Mrs. Patterson gave him a humorous smile. "Feel free to participate Dr. Reid. This is our whole class, things can get slow sometimes."

"Isn't it unusual to have such a small class?"

A girl in the front row laughed. "We're the only Latin honors there are. Everyone else went off to AP or dropped language arts."

Reid took a seat next to Luci in the next row. She gave him an encouraging smile and took out her Latin book. Reid looked around the room watching the girls begin to translate a section of Cupid and Psyche. The girls didn't seem that interested but proceeded on with a small groan when they heard about the quiz tomorrow. The bell rang and the girls packed up saying goodbye to Mrs. Patterson.

Luci was waiting for him outside the door. "I don't know Elizabeta's schedule but I know she was in my double today."

"World Religions?"

Luci sighed. "Yes, that would be the class. Marena will be in that class, and I'm guessing another associate of yours as well. All three of them were in the class with us. Just a warning our teacher-"

"Father King?"

"Yeah. He is slightly…eccentric. I cannot think of any other word to describe him. You'll understand when you meet him." She looked at his sheet. "You have Pre-Cal now." She turned around. "Head up this staircase and it's the third door on your right. Marena is in your class so if you see her in the class you're in the right room." She looked back at his sheet. "You can follow her to third period. We had AVE with Elizabeta and Samantha." She smiled and waved a goodbye.

Reid followed the stairs thinking it was going to be a very long day. All he had learned so far was Elizabeta had taken Latin and had the third highest grade in the class. She was an overall average student. Basic student, pretty face and ran track. Nothing that screamed kidnap victim. Reid sighed entering the next classroom. Fifteen heads turned to stare at him while another teacher walked over to greet him. He smiled in relief recognizing J.J. in the back of the room. He took a seat next to her hoping to compare notes.

J.J. smiled at Reid. He kept tabbing the edge of his desk with this thumb. It was obvious he was nervous. Whether it was because he was in a crowed room, in which teenage girls kept turning to look at him or possibly, because he was back in high school, she was not sure. J.J. looked around at the girls. One in the front had smiled at Reid and he sheepishly nodded. That must have been one of the girls she had heard Morgan teasing him about, the 'Reidetts'. The girl was talking to a pretty redhead next to her. The redhead looked close to tears and was tapping her fingers on her desk looking as though she would like nothing better than to bolt from the room. The bell rang and the room seemed to jump to life. Girls fled the room while the redhead and her friend turned to J.J. and Reid.

The darker hair girl nodded. "Dr. Reid, nice to see you again." She smiled to J.J.

J.J. smiled. "I'm Agent Jareau; you can call me J.J. if you like."

The redhead looked thoughtful. "You were here when that DA's daughter was kidnapped. You did the press coverage."

J.J. was slightly taken aback. "Yes I was. Can you show us to the choir room?"

The redhead smiled. "Sure, I'm Christine by the way. I think you already know Reners."

The dark hair girl cringed. "Please don't call me that."

J.J. nudged Reid as they followed the talking girls. "What's wrong Spence?"

He smiled at her. "It's been a long time since I've been in a high school. I'm not sure which experience is worse." He seemed to think about that for a second. "Did you like high school J.J.?"

She walked through the door he was holding open for her. "High school wasn't too bad. I did few sports and I got through. I grew up in a small town; there wasn't much else besides doing school activities. I got through it, I don't know if I have any real feelings. I liked college a lot better, it was a fresh start."

She stopped as Hotch appeared before her. "Reid, J.J. you're coming with us. Don't worry about this class, it's just singing. We've got Garcia on the line right now with some information."

The three backtracked to the computer lab. Garcia's face appeared on a computer screen popping gum. "So how are things in the Nutmeg state?"

Morgan smiled at her. "We found two female versions of Reid."

Garcia wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh la la, isn't that interesting? Anyway, is there anything in particular you want about these girls? Truthfully sweeties there's not a lot."

"Just tell us all you can," Gideon said. "Starting with Janice Pickenson."

There was a sound of keys tapping and Garcia spoke. "Okay. Janice Pickenson, born July 17, 1989 in Milford, Connecticut. Parents are Heath and Geraldine Pickenson. What kind of name is Geraldine? Anyway, she is the youngest of three. All girls and all of them went to Our Lady of Sorrows. She did indoor track and won in a few meets. Her picture showed up in a few papers for performing in a youth orchestra, she played the viola. Nothing else I see comes up besides a passport. These are still kids, nothing big."

Emily leaned forward. "What about the family?"

There was more tapping. "They own and manage Pickenson Retail. They take part in selling property all over the northeast." She let out a whistle. "They make a pretty penny at it too." More clicking. "Other than that, I've got nothing."

Hotch moved in his chair. "What about Elizabeta Collins?"

"Born March 17, 1989 in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Parents are Dorian and Katrina Collins. Katrina was a cellist in the Boston Pops but left when Elizabeta was born. Husband Dorian is another cellist and still plays with the Pops. Impressive, I'm a bit jealous of these families. Let's see, they live quite securely don't have any financial problems. Elizabeta was part of the advanced vocal ensemble at the school, which is going to the 400th anniversary of Jamestown, Virginia this May. Very impressive.

And onto your last girl, Miss Samantha Vasquez. Born April 3, 1989 in Brooklyn, New York. Parents are Natasha and Hayden Vasquez. Mr. Vasquez died when Samantha was two." She let out a slow breath. "Shit."

Hotch looked up. "What's wrong?"

Garcia shook her head a sympathetic look on her face. "Hayden Vasquez died in a drive by shooting which led to Mrs. Vasquez and her children moving in with relatives in Danbury, Connecticut. Mrs. Vasquez, Samantha, and Samantha's older brother Brian were home celebrating Brian's third birthday." Garcia tapped louder. "Nothing else is popping up. Financially stable and no other terrible things are popping up. She was also apart of the choir thing."

Morgan nodded. "Thanks Garcia we'll let you know if we need anything else."

Garcia winked at him. "Behave yourself around those schoolgirls. They know how to have a good time."

Reid and J.J. walked together through a small hallway where a group of girls was waiting for the classroom door to open. Reid spotted Marena, Luci and Christine talking together rapidly in the language he didn't recognize. They immediately stopped when they saw the agents.

J.J. looked at them in question. "You speak Russian?"

Marena gave a laugh shaking her head. "Close, Polish."

Christine crossed her arms. "Yeah it's great getting confused listening to these two."

Luci patted her friend's arm. "Hey you're getting there. Marena and I are fluent because we have no social lives." She saw the glare from her friend. "Okay, sorry. I have no social life."

Marena looked back at the agents. "So learn anything interesting yet?"

J.J. laughed. "I don't remember high school being this difficult."

Luci looked over the group of girls toward the door. "Father K's here. Let the fun begin."

The girls filed in the door with Reid and J.J. quick at their heels. A large older man sat at the desk watching as the two agents walked through the doors. He has wild blue eyes and blonde hair that was thinning but lay tousled around his head.

He stood turning toward them, a clerical collar peeking from beneath his sweater. "Agents. If you would introduce yourselves to the class and take a seat."

Reid stood beside J.J. shifting his feet. He didn't like introductions. Especially high school ones. It was like being the nine-year-old freshman new to the school and introduced to the class.

J.J. took it in stride. He admired her for what she did. He for one could never do any kind of communications and she handled being a liaison so smoothly he couldn't imagine anyone else in her position. Her looks may also have been an advantage. Natural blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a face that always looked sincere. He looked down when she caught him looking at her. He quickly introduced himself and followed J.J. to the back of the room. This room had been part of the mansion, possibly a sitting room seeing as there was a large window seat that easily fit both J.J. and himself.

Marena and Christine were pulling off Luci's rings trying them on. J.J. nudged him nodding toward the rings the girls wore. The rings all had various symbols on them. Reid's eyes zeroed on two rings in particular, an ankh and a claddagh.

Before Reid could open his mouth, the voice of Father K filled the room. "Ears, Eyes and Mouth, get up here and start your presentation."

Small bits of laughter came around the room as Christine, Marena and Luci rolled their eyes and walked to the front of the room.

They set up a PowerPoint presentation and J.J. let out a soft gasp. In liquid lettering, 'The Reign of Symbols' appeared on the board.

J.J. and Reid sat mystified as the girls went through slides and slides of symbols with pictures and one or two lines of explanation. Yet when it came to background information, they gave it out as if it were second nature. J.J. had caught Reid mumbling in agreement to some of the symbols but even he looked impressed on how much they knew.

The last slide was up and Luci stood to present it. "Many of you I'm sure recognize this symbol. It's called a claddagh. It's an old Celtic symbol, not ancient but it has been around for a few centuries now."

The bell rang before she could say anything else. The room sprang up from its calm state to pack up for lunch. Reid and J.J. shared a knowing look quickly following the three out the door.

J.J. threaded her way through the hallway stopping in front of the girls. "Wait for a moment, please. How do you know so much about those symbols?"

Christine looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Reid motioned them to keep walking toward the computer lab where the rest of the team was set up. "You know a lot about those symbols."

Luci nodded with a small smile. "Besides research for the project, we have a background. I wouldn't call us experts but some people might."

Marena nodded. "We won a few awards doing symbol research." She gave a laugh. "We're the top three placers in the nationwide occult and symbolism contest. Have been for the past couple of years. It's common knowledge. Why?"

J.J. looked at Reid and back at the girls. "Maybe we could borrow your expertise."

Reid led the four females into the computer labs, which fell silent as they entered. It was obvious from the abrupt silence they had been talking about something confidential and were surprised at the sudden disturbance.

Garcia's face was on the computer. Her eyes widened looking at the girls. "Hey. I know you."

Hotch looked at Garcia in confusion. "You're kidding me."

Garcia shook her head. "You were looking for symbol experts." She tapped in a few keys brining up at picture of the three girls holding trophies. She looked out at the girls in front of her. "These are the top symbol experts in the country."

Morgan looked at Garcia sternly. "We're not looking for the teen award winners."

Marena stood straighter. "We're not teen winners. We beat out everyone. Just because we're young doesn't mean we don't understand what we do."

Christine nodded standing next to her friend. "We each compete with each other but we all have our own certain parts of expertise. Just like you."

Luci looked to her friends who nodded. She turned back to the room. "Each of you has their own special presence. Agent Gideon is a father figure who you look to for wisdom and the last word, even if Agent Hotchner is your superior. Agent Hotchner looks to make sure everyone makes it through every case. He loves what he does and hopes to make it further. Agent Morgan, you believe in feeling out everything. You won't take someone's word unless you can believe it yourself. I'm guessing you feel out crime scenes to get a better understanding of how to get into the criminal's head. Agent Prentiss you're new to this group. You're still feeling your way around." She turned to J.J. and Reid. "Dr. Reid. You're young and you know more than the average person knows. Double that with your expertise in profiling and you are a criminal's worst nightmare. You take comfort in knowing you have the respect of your co-workers but still appreciate having Agent Jareau around. She's the voice of reason and is closer to your age so she isn't as intimidating as some others are. Of course, this can make her more intimidating at times. Agent Jareau, you take pride in your work. You've done all you could to prove to the ones back home you were more than a pretty face." She smiled at the people in the room who were looking at her with a mix of awe and complete confusion.

Christine rolled her eyes. "Only a bit dramatic this time Luci."

Garcia gave a low whistle from her position on the screen. "I don't know about you guys but I'm impressed."

Hotch stood looking at the three girls. "The three most experienced people in the field of symbolism are standing in front of me, and they're still in high school." His eyes flicked to Reid with a small smile. "Why am I having a flashback?"

Gideon had walked forward shaking the girl's hands. He took Luci's last then paused looking at her rings. "Tell us what you know about the claddagh."

Luci nodded taking a ring off the pinkie of her right hand. It was an intricate claddagh, decorated with Celtic knots all around the band. "Legend has it that an Irish young man, was fishing out in then sea when he, as well as many others, was kidnapped by a band of Mediterranean pirates. He was sold to a Moorish goldsmith and over the years, the goldsmith taught the young man to be an expert craftsman.

"In the late 17th century King William III negotiated the return of the his people. The Moor offered his daughter's hand in marriage and a princely dowry of half of all his wealth to the young man, who he had taken an immense liking to. However the young man turned him down. You see home a he had a young woman who had been faithfully waiting for him.

"When he returned he promptly asked her to marry him and presented her with what we now known as the royal claddagh ring. It was a symbol of their enduring love. They soon married, never to be separated again. As most of the Celtic symbols do, this ring had three important elements. The first, two hands to represent their friendship. Between the two hands the next element is the heart, to symbolize their eternal love for each other." She traced the ring to the top. "Last but not least the crown above the heart stands for unquestionable loyalty and fidelity. Without the loyalty of the young woman's love he would have come home to nothing more than a memory of the girl he had left behind."

Morgan frowned looking at a picture. "What would this mean?" He slid the picture over to the girls.

They bent over it staring at the abdomen of the Collins' girl's stomach. Christine took in a short breath and closed her eyes. The other two looked at each other solemnly.

Marena spoke first. "No one that took this much time to draw this would have forgotten the crown. This was done on purpose."

Christine came forward a bit paler than before. "There are some stories that the ring would show the truth. When your lover was unfaithful, the crown would become loose and fall off. Of course, this might have been justified seeing as the crown was the thinnest part of the ring. Nevertheless, she is right. If someone took this much time to draw the symbol, they knew all that it stood for. The missing crown was on purpose."

Emily looked around her. "So the UNSUB saw her as unfaithful, but he still loved her. The hands show that they were friends or that he just believed himself as her friend."

The girls looked over the other photos Hotch had lain out for them. Marena shook her head. "This doesn't make sense." She was pointing to each of the pictures. "The duafe symbolizes a never ending love as well as feminine virtue."

Gideon shook his head. "None of these girls were raped so that would stand for being true."

Emily pursed her lips. "I didn't know we discussed open cases with civilians.

Hotch gave her a look that seemed to pour out authority. "These ladies are experts in their field. Despite their age, they are the best and they are willing to help us. I don't see a problem with it, so neither should you."

Christine looked at Marena. "Why doesn't it make sense?"

Marena pointed to the ankh. "This is the odd one out."

Luci swore under her breath. "No it's not." She looked at the team before her. "You have a bigger problem then you thought. This guy, and it is a guy, is taking revenge. The claddagh minus the crown shows a love that had lost its loyalty. The duafe also shows an everlasting love but also feminine virtue. The ankh symbolizes the royal line and immortality. It brought the first breath of life to those who cross over. But it also was one of the first crosses and if you slightly make the oval a circle," she drew the symbol in the air, "you get what is now the sign of Venus." She chewed the inside of her cheek. "This guy is a stalker; he watches them from far off."

Marena caught on. "Sees them with their boyfriends."

Next to her, Christine eyes widened. "He thinks they were cheating on him."

Luci looked at the agents looking older than she should have. "He thinks he's saving their virtues by killing them. He's killing them to save them for himself. Either they overlooked him at one point or he never showed himself believing they should have just been able to feel his presence. Whichever it is he's getting back at them for not being with him."

Morgan shook his head. "Shit."

Gideon removed his glasses. "If he can't have these girls no one can." He nodded to J.J. "Call the department. We have a profile."

A/N: Well what fun is there unless you have some know-it-alls?

Thanks to my first reviewer:

Recklesskellie: thanks for the review and hope you like what I'm doing with the rest of this.