A/N: Yep, still don't own anything!

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Reid was lying in his motel room contemplating sleep. Contemplating, because sleep, it appeared, was not coming. His mind was busy mulling over the events of the day. The discussion with Dr. Price had not been very rewarding but he felt they were at least getting somewhere in finding a motive behind these deaths. How many more were there? The thought of how many there could be was staggering considering all the facilities Lifelink handled.

He also couldn't get the people he had seen at the nursing home out of his mind. Seeing those people sitting in chairs in the day room staring out the window reminded him of his mother. What tragedies could befall her in a place where she was surrounded by no one who loved her like he did. What if some mad or greedy employee decided that she was expendable. How could he protect her? He wanted to get on a plane and head for Bennington and scoop her up and bring her home with him. He knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't care for her back in his home. He knew that, but sometimes the emotional side and the logical side of his brain would not function in tandem. All he knew was that the blinders had been lifted and the dangers inherent in his mother's existence in a place such as Bennington had become all too real. He knew he would be much more attentive and watchful of his mother's care from now on. The people at Bennington would not like that he was about to become a thorn in their side. He didn't care; his mother's safety was paramount.

He couldn't get over Hotch either. He had expected when the team arrived that Hotch would just take over and hand out assignments like he always did. He was the unit chief after all. Reid knew he was being given a chance to prove himself and he was grateful for that, he just hoped he was up to the challenge.

He smiled as he remembered Colleen's exchange with Morgan. She had put Derek in his place. Women seldom did that, tending to melt when he was in the room with his good looks, his cool lines and his smooth moves, which Spencer had to admit, he secretly coveted. Oh well, Colleen didn't seem bowled over by him, Reid thought as he drifted off to sleep with a grin on his face.

The morning dawned bright and sunny. JJ was setting up shop in the conference room with their usual white board. Morgan and Prentiss had headed to the nursing home to get an early start since the others had not yet arrived from Brookdale. Morris and Hotch had composed a list of family members of nursing home residents who had died recently under the age of eighty.

For the second time in two days, the receptionist at the Bluegrass Valley Nursing Home was staring at a man and a woman waiting to see the administrator, flashing FBI identification. Again she called Enid Farrel who came to lead them to Dr. Price's office.

Karen Price did not feel she deserved to be harassed by the FBI. These agents were different from the doctor and the other lady who had come yesterday. One was a very good looking, muscular black man and the other was an attractive woman with long dark hair. She hoped that they would be easier to deal with.

The woman spoke first identifying herself as Special Agent Emily Prentiss. "Good morning Dr. Price, we would like to talk to you about the death of Thelma Fletcher. We have looked into the consent form for the eye removal and have discovered that Mrs. Fletcher had no family and no one by that name can be located. Also we need to find how she intravenously received a lethal dose of potassium chloride just two weeks before her eightieth birthday when her eyes would no longer be transplantable."

"Agent Prentiss, I can assure you that I'm looking into this. I have reviewed the staffing records and have made arrangements to talk to a number of staff members who were on duty that day."

"That's good Dr. Price," Morgan stated, "But we would like to talk to these people as well, all the staff actually."

Dr. Price held out the list to them. "These are the people on staff who were working that day. Feel free to walk around the facility but I ask you to please not interrupt the care of the residents." Morgan took the list from her and exited the office.

They decided to start in the staff lounge and got directions there from a woman in the hallway dressed in blue scrubs. The staff lounge had a couch, some comfortable chairs, a television set and a kitchenette much like in the break room in Quantico. There were two women and a man in uniform sitting there when they entered. They introduced themselves again producing their ID and asking to speak to the staff regarding the death of Thelma Fletcher.

One of the women, a petite brunette whose nametag read Melissa, said she remembered Thelma and had heard some doctor from the FBI was looking into her death. Morgan explained that that was their colleague Dr. Reid. Melissa remembered that Thelma died of a heart attack. When asked she said she didn't realize that she had an excessive amount of potassium in her system.

Morgan asked if Melissa could show them the system for medication administration that the facility used. She led them down the hall to a nurse's station where they saw numerous nurses, some dealing with medications, some writing in charts and another on the phone. She showed them a machine that resembled an ATM with numerous drawers. She demonstrated how the machine was used and that a fingerprint or password was needed to gain access. Morgan and Emily couldn't see how someone could get potassium from the machine without leaving a record. Morgan asked if all medications were stored there and Melissa admitted that some were stored in a locked cupboard accessed with a combination and no record was available as to who accessed it and when. This was where the IV medications were stored and must have been obtained to dose Thelma. As long as the person knew the combination, he or she could easily remove the drug with no one being the wiser.

Prentiss and Morgan talked to most of the staff, nurses, nurse's aides, cleaners and pharmacists. No one, of course, knew anything about Thelma's death. They took all the statements and headed back to the stationhouse.

Morris and Hotch had been busy as well. They spoke to David Rafferty, whose mother Cynthia had died last year at the age of seventy-nine from a heart attack at Bluegrass Valley. Rafferty said he had not been suspicious in any way. His mother was old and not in the best health. That was why he had stayed here instead of getting a place in the city where the pharmaceutical company he worked for was located. He had wanted to be close to his mom and since he was a sales rep and was on the road all the time visiting rural doctors he didn't have to be stationed in the larger center. They asked if he had donated her eyes. Rafferty responded that he hadn't been asked to donate her eyes. Hotch asked if Rafferty would permit them to exhume his mother's body to ascertain the true cause of her death. He said if they felt they needed to then it would be all right. They thanked him and headed to the next person on their list.

Returning to the stationhouse Morgan and Prentiss found that Garcia and JJ had been busy on the computer looking into Lifelink and trying to find out if other areas had experienced the same pattern of deaths as was noted in Castleton. JJ had a map and was putting pins in any areas where there seemed to be a pattern and so far nothing seemed to be emerging.

Hotch and Morris arrived shortly after with no real news to add but they had spoken to a number of people who were willing to have their family members bodies exhumed to be autopsied. Hotch felt most were agreeing in the hopes that they could bring a lawsuit against Lifelink as opposed to concern that foul play had been a factor in their relatives' demise.

They were all sitting in the conference room going over everything they had learned. Gideon and Colleen were getting ready to go to Bluegrass Valley to talk with some of the residents and they hoped that would shed some light on who was behind these deaths. In the meantime Morris was, once again, making arrangements for exhumations at his cemetery.

Reid thought they should bring the pathologist out from Quantico to save time shipping the bodies there. Hotch thought it was a good idea and Reid made the call. "Hi Coleman, it's me. I need you to come out here to Castleton. We are having some bodies exhumed and it would save time if you were here instead of shipping the bodies out there. Ouch, you hurt me when you say things like that. What do you mean she'll be upset, tell her it's my idea; she thinks I'm cute. She told me so at that Christmas party thing last year. Yeah I know she was drunk but I look really good to drunken women. Maybe get her drunk before you tell her. Okay see you soon. Yeah bye Coleman." Reid came off the phone to find the group laughing at his conversation with Dr. Coleman. Well, Hotch wasn't laughing outright but he had a grin on his face. "Okay, so Coleman is coming, doesn't think the wife will be happy."