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Sondra jerked her gaze back up to Dr. Atkinson's face. Was he the one that had done something to hurt Tommy? Was that even possible? Dr. Atkinson was the one responsible for building the home in the first place. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. There had to be a lot of people that wore black shoes. Tommy was just confused, wasn't he?

"Sondra… Are you alright," Dr. Atkinson asked the flustered nurse.

"Yes… of course I am… I'm just late for rounds. I really need to get to work." She prayed that the doctor didn't see her nervousness.

Dr. Atkinson had deep blue eyes and white hair. His lined face with its carefully groomed beard and moustache had always inspired trust in his employees and her, but now…

"Your hard work here is appreciated," He said in his deep, mellow voice. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and she just managed not to flinch away from him. "You're one of our best employees Sondra."

She gave him a wide, fake smile and he let go of her arm. "I'll let you get back to your duties." She watched him walk away, and almost fainted with relief when he rounded the corner out of sight.

"Sondra Jackson… Get a hold of yourself this minute," She scolded. "There's nothing wrong here. Tommy is high strung and you know how hard it is to make sense of his speech."

She started back down the hall to the next resident on her rounds. The fright that Dr. Atkinson had given her was going away, but there was still something nagging at the back of her head.

She turned another corner and knocked on a resident's door before going inside. "Good afternoon Mr. Cohen. How are you today…" Her voice trailed off as the door shut behind her.

He stepped around the corner and watched the door to Mr. Cohen's room swing slowly shut behind the nurse. She was suspicious of him. He had seen it in her eyes every time they had met in the last day or so. This wouldn't do at all. He hadn't worked this hard his whole life to get where he was to be stopped by a nurse of all people. It was time for him to get exactly what he deserved, and he wouldn't be stopped by the idiot or Sondra Jackson.

However, now was not the time to panic? He would keep an eye on both of them, and if it was necessary, he would take action to make sure that his plans weren't interrupted. He was almost done anyway, soon he would be able to leave all of this behind him and be happy.

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Hotch took the copy of the un-sub's letter from Detective Hansen. The detective sat down at the conference table with the rest of the agents and listened as Agent Hotchner read the letter out loud.

Mr. Bud Wallace,

I am the harbinger of death in this city. I am the angel of death. I was sent here to punish those people who hurt the innocent.

There have been seven that have been punished. There are seven more that I will send to their eternal punishment.

I will not be stopped in this mission. The police have brought in the FBI and they will not stop me. I will do what has to be done.

Print this in your newspaper, Mr. Bud Wallace. I will show the city of Portland Maine that the evildoers can not escape the wrath of the avenging angel.

I am the Arch Angel Michael.

Hotch looked up at the team at the closing of the letter at his team. JJ looked confused. Emily looked very put off by the tone. The men were all thoughtful except for Reid, who looked almost white faced with a green tinge. JJ reached under the table and took his hand. He squeezed it so tightly, she almost winced in pain, but didn't draw away. He gave her a tiny smile and she winked at him.

"Well that is just great… we have another religious fanatic on our hands." Morgan said.

"Or someone that wants us to think they are a religious fanatic." Rossi observed.

"What do you mean," JJ asked, still clutching Reid's hand.

"The letter strikes me as someone that is using religion as an excuse for what he's doing."

"Dave's right," Reid cut in. His face was returning to its normal pale color. He let go of JJ's hand and shot her a quick look. "The language is very precise. It's like he's trying to imitate the language you might find in a religious text, but he's obviously not been to a seminary, or had any religious training outside of a basic Christian upbringing.

He speaks in the first person the way you would see in a Bible verse. An example is "I Am that I Am," Exodus 3:14. Moses asked God for his name and that was the response he got. He says he's the Archangel Michael but Michael is seen as the General or field commander of the Army of God. He is a protector and advocate for God's children. The un-sub is mocking him by using his name. He just wants attention."

"Reid is right," Rossi said. "He's looking for attention. It took the deaths of seven women to get the attention of the BAU, and now he wants us to name him and make him famous. I think we should tell Bud Wallace not to print the letter."

The rest of the team agreed with Rossi. JJ got back on the phone with Wallace to convince him not to print the letter. He agreed on the condition that he got the exclusive when they apprehended the un-sub. Hotch assigned Rossi and Reid to look at the handwriting and the language again. The rest of the team split up to talk to family and employers of the victims.

Reid was in the middle of trying to mesh what they knew of the un-sub and what they had come up with on a geographical profile when his phone rang.

"Reid," He said distractedly.

"Agent Reid… this is Detective Carlisle of Arlington VA."

"What can I do for you Detective," His attention was pulled from the file in front of him. Why was he getting a call from his own local police department?"

"Dr. Reid… we were called in on a disturbance at Alpine Creek Apartments earlier this afternoon."

"But that's my apartment complex," Reid squeaked. "Is there anything wrong," He asked inanely.

"Your next door neighbor has gone missing."

"What… Mrs. Warburton is missing. Detective what is going on?" He demanded.

"The neighbors were complaining about something that sounded like a screaming child or woman. Officers responded to your neighbor's apartment, and they found a very excited cat running around and yowling. The cat scratched one of my men." The detective sounded a little amused and angry at the same time.

"Ah yeah… the cat is mine. Mrs. Warburton takes care of her when I'm in the field." He apologized.

"Yes… well the cat was alone here. We know from the super that Mrs. Warburton lives alone and that she's a senior citizen. Her car is in its parking space and no one has seen her leave."

"So you're looking at foul play?" Reid asked. Fear was beginning to push adrenaline through his veins like ice water.

"We don't know, but as you're her neighbor and the super said the cat belongs to you…"

"I understand… Detective… I have an idea about this. I'm on a case right now, but I'll try to give you what information I have."

Reid outlined his "investigation," at Sleeping Pines and everything that Mrs. Warburton had told him about the nursing home. He gave the detective his own impression of the facility.

"Do you think that something is going on there Dr. Reid?"

"I don't know. I only know what my gut tells me."

"You're the profiler Dr. Reid."

"I'm going to put you in touch with Quantico and our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. She can give you all the info you need on the nursing home."

"Ok Dr. Reid… Keep in touch. Animal Control has taken the cat to the shelter. I'll call them and let them know that she belongs to you. They'll take care of her. "

Reid hung up his cell phone and noticed that Rossi was observing him carefully. "I'm sorry… I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Reid explained to him what the detective in Arlington had told him. "I don't know what to think. She's a little old lady that plays bingo on Wednesday and bridge on Thursday. She has two kids that are on the other side of the country. She knits socks, and blankets, and watches soap operas.

"I think you should talk to Hotch. If we can spare you, I think you should go back to Virginia."

"Dave…"

"Just talk to Hotch," Dave told him. "He'll help you."

"Okay…"

Reid tried to concentrate on the case at hand, but kept thinking of Mrs. Warburton. She wouldn't go anywhere and leave Leia alone in the apartment. Something had to be wrong!

Hotch and the others returned to the precinct a couple of hours later as it was getting dark outside. Reid took Hotch aside and told him what happened to Mrs. Warburton.

"I don't know if there's anything really wrong but…"

"Reid." Hotch said leading the younger man away to an interrogation room down the hall. "There's something I better tell you."