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The students are scared and no one knows who is next in line for this twisted individual. Parents are keeping their children home from school, trying to keep them safe from the predator that haunts our streets. The police encourages this act and tells the public to be as careful as they possibly can when it comes to avoiding contact with unknown individuals.

The UnSub in question would be a white male, somewhere between the ages of 25 and 35. He has the ability to move among us without getting noticed, which leads us to believe there is nothing special about the way he looks. He is ordinary looking and probably never had any major difficulties finding partners, altough never manages to stay in a relationship for a longer period of time due to difficulties in both communication and emotional status. He is possibly homosexual. He owns a car, non conspicous, probably a neutrally colored stationwagon or sedan of a fairly recent year. He has a job that causes him to feel unfulfilled, possible being held up at the same position for a long time without advancing. By the course of his actions, we have come to the conclusion that he is extremley violent, dangerous and volatile, and the police together with the FBI strongly encourages the population of Brewton to stay clear of being alone the best they can. He is on a high, satisfied with the fact that the police has not yet caught him. He will not stop until he is caught.

JJ's press release was calm and collected as usual, frankly stating the facts to the rolling cameras before her. It had been two days since the BAU arrived in Alabama, and since touchdown five more victims had been uncovered, all killed withing hours of their discovery.

The BAU had been working day and night, trying desperatley to find even the least of clues as to who their mysterious UnSub could be. The M.O:s kept changing, and the victims were still all too different to tie together. Hotch was close to ripping his hair out by the roots. The police were patrolling the streets with minimal time intervals, and still, kids were dropping like flies around him. He had never felt more powerless in his life. Looking out over the room, he watched his team and knew they all felt exactly the same way.

Reid had finally recovered from his hangover after falling asleep in a tipped over mug of coffee the morning before. Prentiss had not been sleeping since they got there, neither had Morgan. Their eyes were bloodshot and threatning to fall shut at any time. JJ's press release had been well formulated and informative, but as she entered the convention room, she looked nothing like the well dressed FBI-agent who spoke on TV a few moments ago. The worn out look in her eyes combined with the wrinkled blouse and skirt told the tale of very over worked woman. Gideon kept pacing around the room, sometimes stopping at the board to inspect it. Hotch wondered if Gideon actually believed that something new had magically appeared, or if he was just making sure he hadn't missed anything.

"This is getting us nowhere." Hotch stood up, pushing his chair back on the slightly sticky floor. "None of us have slept in two days. We can't do our best in this state." Grabbing his coat from a hanger, he rubbed his eye with his free hand. "You all have five hours to get to the hotel and get some sleep, then we return here to continue with the profiling." He didn't want to stop, but when the body starts to shut down from lack of sleep there was not much else to do.

"And when we return one more kid has bit the dust." Morgan shook his head. "We can't leave."

"We're not gonna stop him sitting in here scratching our heads any more than we do in bed. Go sleep, then return."

Reid rose, coffee in hand. "I slept a couple of hours last night, so I'm not very tired. I'll continue with the profiling while you go rest."

"When did you sleep?" Gideon turned in disbelief towards his young colleague.

The color spreading over Spencer Reids face somewhat recembled a stop sign. "Uuh, well.. I sort of fell asleep in the bathroom. I was just going to rest my eyes for a moment and then leave, but when I woke up three hours later.."

"Reid!" Hotch frowned at his sluggish co-worker. "You were supposed to be out interviewing some of the friends of the latest victims, not catch Z:s on the toilet."

Filled with shame, Reid looked at his brown loafers. They were in dire need of a shining. "I couldn't help it.."

Hotch was in no mood to argue with or scold his junior team member, but decided to let it slide this once. The fatigue was getting to all of them, and the young agent was not of the stronger kind. "Nevermind. You go do the interviews right now and I want to hear the results when we get back from the hotel." With that, Hotch turned around and left the room.

Morgan and Prentiss followed him. Morgan halfed turned towards Reid with a smirk on his lips. "Nice job, kid.."

Reid was left alone in the room, feeling like an abandoned dog. But still, he realised he had only himself to blame for falling asleep in the bathroom, and he had to take the consequenses of his actions – or in this case, non-actions. Grabbing his bag, he headed towards the door, setting his sights on the '99 Ford Focus rental car, the only car left behind by the rest of the team. He had a lot of houses to visit.

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Three hours and seven interviews later, Reid felt washed out. A man can only take so many girls crying in one day, and he had passed his limit about five houses ago. The front of his shirt was partially covered with snot from the sobbing females, and the mere thought of all the germs multiplying of his garment made him queasy. He had to shake it off, since he still had six houses left on his list. Driving up to number eight he put the car in park and stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of a small modular house. He double checked the number, then ventured onto the footpath leading up to the house. The garden was more a mess than a masterpiece, with crabgrass and dandelions popping up here and there, but the house had a nice, friendly feel to it. Stepping up onto the veranda, he rang the doorbell and waited for an answer.

A click was heard from the inside of the door and it slid open a tad, still attached to the safety chain. A petite brunette peered out through the slight crack between the door and the post. "Who are you?"

Reid opened his credentials towards the girl. "I'm Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid with the FBI. I'm investigating the recent murders of students in this town. May I come in?" He could see the disbelief in the young girl's eyes, and he couldn't blame her. A psychotic serial killer was on the loose, and he was an unknown man showing up on her doorstep.

"Could I see those, please?" The girl motioned for Reid to hand over his identification to her, and he complied, sticking it through the chink of the door. She looked at it for a few seconds then slid it back out. "Thanks. Can't be to careful with a psycho walking the streets." She unlocked the door.

Reid was about to make a remark about how statistically there are psychos on the streets at any given time, but decided against it as it would only frighten her further. Instead, he entered the small house.

"I'm Penny Harrow." She reached her hand out to meet Reids anticipated handshake. "I've never talked to a real FBI-agent before", the young girl admitted. "My parents aren't home, they are in Phoenix on a business trip. Won't be home until next Tuesday."

"You shouldn't be alone in the house, don't you have any friends to go to?" Reid suddenly felt a protective instinct building up inside him. The girl could not be older than 16, she was home alone and had no parents to look after her. "You can come down to the station if you want to."

The girl smiled. "No, thanks. It's very nice of you, but my boyfriend is coming over in a while, so I'm cool."

The bind around Reids chest loosened somewhat. "Good, that's good.. Look, I have some questions I'd like to ask you, are you okay with that?"

"Sure, but I don't know who is doing this."

"Oh, no, I'm not expecting you to! I just have some questions about the kids who have been murdered, and about people around your school."

"Oh.. Okay.." She took a few steps towards a hallway. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea?"

Reid was too embarrassed to admit that all the coffee he had been drinking the last three hours had put his stomach in a very much upset state. "Coffee, please." He did need the caffein to stay awake. He began strolling around the room as the girl left for the kitchen. He could hear metallic clanks and the sound of running water on the other side of the wall.

"So, have you got any suspects yet?"

Reid looked at a few frames containing happy-perfect-family-pictures, kids smiling and even the dog was on the picture. "Not yet. But we are feeling like we're starting to catch up. As a matter of fact, we recently had to change the profile."

"Oh?"

"Yes. The UnSub, that is the unknown subject, has shown tendencies towards immature haste, therefor we have lowered the age to somewhere between 18 and 25. It is a possibility that the UnSub is someone you go to school with."

The girls tone changed. "But.. But the woman on TV said that the killer is a gay 35 year old man." The clanking had stopped and only the sound of the coffe maker could be heard.

"Well, partially correct." Reid shuddered. People only heard what they wanted to hear. "The UnSub is very inconsistent in his behaviour, which leads us to believe that he has not yet matured to a level where he is capable to control even the smallest whims during his actions. At the moment, we are seriously considering a male student as the perpetrator. Do you know.."

The sudden blow to the back of Reids head took him by surprise. His world went black as he slumped over, roughly hitting the thin moss green carpeting of the floor. Tricklets of blood began spreading over the young agent's forhead and cheek, dripping down onto the hideous carpet. The house fell silent accept for the shallow breaths drawn by the junior FBI agent.

A/N: Alright, here we go! Reid is up to his knees in doodie, and there is a killer at large. Just the way we like it, right? ) R&R, and I will love you for life!