A/n hey all. Here's the next installment. Please let me know what you think. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Detective Hansen and his partner Detective Danes were just pulling into the parking lot at Sleeping Pines when they noticed a tall, lanky man in an FBI vest bent over what looked like a cat carrier.

"What is he doing?" Danes asked her partner.

"I don't know. Maybe there's something wrong with the light here."

It was getting on to four am, and the parking lot lights were golden on the blacktop, they pushed the dark back like a shield so that the darkness crouched around the lot like enemy soldiers. Gathering storm clouds looked lighter against the blackness of the sky, blocking out the moon and stars.

They got out of the car and headed across the parking lot. The wind blew a paper cup across the blacktop and Kayla Danes kicked it with her left foot. It rolled away with a light clucking sound. The trees were lashed about in the wind and seemed to whisper to each other now that the moon wasn't there to spy on them.

As they got closer to the black SUV the young man was standing next to, they could hear a cat hissing and growling.

"Come on Leia… You liked Tommy… We'll visit him, I promise."

The cat seemed unimpressed by what the young man was telling her. The detectives watched the young man pull treats out of his pocket, and hold them out to the growling cat. Danes saw that the young agent didn't seem concerned about the cat scratching or biting him.

"Trusting soul I'd say," Her partner murmured.

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Reid was coaxing Leia out of her carrier when he heard the same voice behind him that he'd heard on the phone.

"I don't think the treats are going to work son," Reid turned and saw a tall man with about twenty pounds more on his muscular frame than was needed standing there.

He had graying, light brown hair and a finely lined face. His black leather jacket covered a dark blue tee-shirt that stretched across his belly. He wore faded jeans and a pair of black running shoes. The woman standing next to him was about ten years younger with blond hair and green eyes. She was about the same height as Emily, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail like Emily when they were going on a raid. She also wore a leather jacket, but it was dark brown and looked old. Her tee-shirt was dark green and her jeans were brand new. She wore white running shoes and her badge clipped to her jeans.

"I'm Detective Hansen and this is Detective Danes." He introduced them.

"Sorry… I didn't expect you to be here this quickly." Reid said, getting red in the face as he struggled to get the cat out of the carrier.

"Does the FBI always bring a cat to raids," Hansen said looking more amused than irritated. His partner was closed mouth, and she watched with interest while the young Dr. Reid tried to wrangle the cat.

"No… she's a witness." Reid said watching the two of them glance at each other. He knew what they were thinking. "Look I'm Dr. Reid and this is my cat. She was in the room when the un-sub kidnapped my neighbor. There was a death here two days ago. My cat was here with me and another agent. She ran away in the confusion following an outburst from another patient. When we found her, she was pawing at a door and yowling. It was the same room number as the patient that died."

Hansen raised his eyebrows and Danes said. "Well… it's just a coincidence right. You can't mean to say that the cat somehow knew that the patient was going to die, or be murdered as we suspect.

"Actually… there was a study done recently with cats. They were observed to go to terminal patients rooms before they died and sit there as though they knew what was going to happen. Cats have been known to be very sensitive to the moods of people. They are used in hospitals and the nursing homes to help relieve stress and to lower blood pressure…"

Danes and Hansen listened with ever growing amazement at the young doctor go on and on about cats and their "talents."

Finally Hansen interrupted, "I'm sure that's all very interesting." Reid had managed to get Leia out of the carrier and held her in his arms. "We need to get in there and serve the warrant. If you're right, then Stevens has at least one hostage."

"Yes… I'm aware of that. Look… if I'm wrong taking the cat in there, then the BAU will take responsibility."

The detectives shrugged and went to don vests. The SWAT teams took position to go in first. Reid and the detectives followed them, and served the warrant on the confused and very young nurse at the lobby desk.

"Ma'am we need to see Dr. Lev Stevens. Where is his office?" Reid asked while Leia began to squirm around in his arms.

"Well… I ah… Dr. Stevens isn't here at this time of night." The young woman looked absolutely terrified. She was not more than five feet tall and had very dark brown hair and eyes. She reminded Reid a bit of a girl he'd had a crush on in graduate school.

"Ma'am we need to search his office and any other areas where he might be hiding."

She went white at Detective Hansen's harsh tone. "Sir… I don't think that -"

Reid smiled at her and put Leia on the counter. The cat stared at the nurse, but didn't move. The nurse reached out and stroked the cat's head. "His office is behind me, but I don't know why you want to search it.

"We have reason to believe that he might be responsible for some suspicious deaths here and we need to talk to him."

Hansen, Danes, and some of the SWAT agents headed into the office the young woman had indicated. Reid was still smiling warmly at her and she was blushing. "Is there anywhere else the doctor might be if -"

Leia jumped down off the counter and took off down the hall. Hansen returned and informed them that the office was empty.

"My cat is heading down the hallway; I'm going to follow her."

"Dr Reid, we can't let a cat lead us around by the noses. I know that you brainy guys at the BAU have your own methods but I think we should -"

"Look… you determined before you came out here that Dr. Stevens was not at home."

The detective nodded curtly. "Yes… but I think we should ask -"

"I was just asking this nice young woman if the doctor could be anywhere else on the property." Reid interrupted.

"Yes… there is storage space and a laboratory in the basement." She told them.

They got directions and headed as quietly as possible through the silent corridors of the nursing home. The lights in the hallways were dimmed and it seemed like there was no one else in the world but the agents, the police and one errant cat.

They turned a corner and found Leia pawing at a door that went down to the basement. She looked back at all the men with their bristling weapons and meowed at Spencer.

"Well… I guess the cat is good for something," Hansen chided Reid. "Oh leave him alone. Open your mind to new experiences." Danes said. Hansen rolled his eyes at his partner.

They went down the stairs with Leia leading the way. The SWAT team spread out and had it cleared in minutes. Leia was standing at a door that looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie about space faring pirates that had run into hostile aliens. The keypad was green and the door was open.

"Looks… like we're expected," One SWAT agent said quietly into his mike.

"Yeah… proceed with caution." His partner echoed. They went across the threshold, down the hallway that was metallic and round, and through another metal door. Reid followed with the cat. He found Dr. Stevens with his gun trained on Tommy. There were two other men, Wendell and a man Reid didn't recognize guarding the other occupants of the room.

"Well… Dr. Reid. I have to say you've kept us waiting long enough!

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The rest of the team including JJ was on their way to Spring Street on the outskirts of Portland. Garcia had found a property owned by Harvey Guest, the only unaccounted for employee of the contracting company that did the refurbishing of the picnic tables. It was an old home that had been owned by his ex-wife's mother. She had thought that he'd sold it after her mother died, but in reality he'd kept the property under an umbrella corporation he'd set up.

The SUVs approached the house with lights and sirens off. It looked normal with red brick and white columns. The front lawn was still brown from the winter, but the rest of the yard was immaculately kept. There were large flower pots on the porch. The flowers weren't blooming but Guest had been working on getting the lawn into shape. There was a pair of leather gloves discarded to one side of the terra cotta pots.

Emily, Hotch and Morgan had cleared the living room and entered a room to their left. The other officers were clearing the rest of the house. The room was a small bedroom. The man in the room was sitting in a chair right in the middle of the room. The twin bed to the left was unmade and littered with newspapers. The old battered night table had a lamp without a shade and a large well read bible. The lamp was on and it showed the large, black haired man in the chair. He was larger then Morgan. He was smiling a smile that would have been beatific on a saint; on his face it was hideous.

There were three sticks of dynamite strapped to his chest and he held the trigger in his hand. "Well… I thought you'd never get here." He said pleasantly in that same, high pitched voice.