I just finished the second chapter and edited it, it is really early, so please enjoy and review. And remember again that it is my first fanfiction.

Also I realized that I failed to explain that the Army General retired that I quoted had the same name as I do. That is because he is my grandpa. I thought the quote was oddly fitting, so I used it. It's the quote that makes the story, not the story that makes the quote.

The play is going well, I think I'm doing a good job. Kendo classes are harsh, and I'm pretty bruised up. Production for my murder mystery is in writings and pre production, and my remake of Spartacus is on hold for Halo 3. That's an update on everything.

"From the wording of the letter, he fits the profile." Reid said, speaking as he reviewed the printed letter a second time. "He mentions his favorite year and type of wine."

"But what was his motive?" Agent Verble asked. "He called the teacher insufferable. He obviously didn't hold the teacher in high regard."

"Maybe the UNSUB is a relative or a coworker." Derek offered.

Gideon nodded. "That is where to start. Interview his coworkers and relatives. I need to speak to the head of the school."

Agent Verble smiled lightly. "He cancelled school for today; the students are all in their dorms."

"That reminds me, interview his students as well. The more we know about Mr. Sophmo the more we can find out about his killer." Hotchner said, and then set the team off to the various interviews.

Verble was told to start interviewing the high school students for information about the teacher, but Agent Verble was looking for something else as well. Something he thought the team from the Hoover Building missed, or at least Verble suspected they had missed. As far as the young agent could tell, they completely left out a very possible solution to Mr. Sophmo's murder. It could have been one of the students. In fact, Agent Verble was damn near sure it was a student. It wouldn't leave much of a trace, a student with a boastful pride and tender ego would have all the reason in the world to kill Mr. Sophmo if the math teacher had humiliated the student enough, or had given the student a bad grade. Just a week ago on the news a few teens beat their teacher to near death because of a failing grade, who wass to say that an Oklahoman student couldn't?

The first student looked on the verge of a breakdown. The mousey blonde Aryan teen of about 15 sat in the overstuffed chair across from Verble.

"What is your name?" Verble asked, sounding both serious and friendly.

"Uh, Bobby, uh, "The kid shuddered, "Robert Green"

Verble leaned closer. "What was your relation to Mr. Sophmo?"

"He was my tutor."

"Did you have him for class?"

"Nuh, nuh, No. not this year."

Verble cocked his head. "Are you alright kid?"

"Ye, ye, yeah." The kid shuddered again. Something wasn't right.

Verble stood and called for a police officer. The kid squealed lightly, and fell over. The police officer was soon accompanied by a paramedic. "What is wrong with him?" Verble asked the PEM as the kid was loaded into an ambulance.

"Heart attack."

"How?"

"I don't know. We will send you information after we run some tests."

Reid was having his own problems. Mr. Sophmo was well liked amongst the faculty of Newton Private School. The head of the English department was already crying into her tissues and Reid had only asked one question. The same nearly happened with the head of the Mathematics department and Calculus teacher. After three hours of interviews, he had gotten nowhere on Mr. Sophmo. Reid just hoped Gideon was having an easier time with the headmaster.

"Harley Sophmo was a great asset to this school." The Headmaster, a very old man who resembled Marlon Brando in his final days, said. The voice was soft and rustic.

"Mr. Hithren," Gideon started.

"Please, do call me George." The headmaster replied.

"George, do you know why anyone would want to kill Mr. Sophmo?"

"Oh dear heavens no!" Hithren put a hand on his chest."No, no, the students who wanted to learn loved him, and the others tried to stay out of the way."

"Did he have any family, any close friends?"

"We are all family here Agent Gideon."

"Outside of the school."

"His brother and that was it." Hithren sighed and pushed his glasses wearily back onto his nose. "His brother is a senator you know."

"Yes, we know, that is why we were called onto this case." Gideon nodded. This man was starting to remind him of the old men you sometimes saw wandering around in hospitals asking questions about John F Kennedy's whereabouts. How did he become headmaster for a private school?

Agent Morgan stood silently in the hall for a long second before picking up his cell phone and flipping it open.

"Hello. You have reached the temple of complete serenity and knowledge, how may I help you?" it was a welcome voice that answered.

"I need the registry of students at a Newton High School in Oklahoma City."

"Alright. I got it." Garcia said only a second later.

"Already?"

"I told you I'm good."

"You tell me all the time sweetcheeks." Morgan laughed.

Garcia laughed too. "I just sent them to your laptop."

"Thanks. Now download the grades for each student in a Harley Sophmo's class."

Morgan said.

Garcia paused. "You didn't say the magic,"

"Please" Morgan interrupted.

"Just sent them to your laptop," Garcia laughed. "Tee Tee Why Elle."

Reid was just happy to get out of the teacher's lounge and back outside into the nice cool breeze. He had to feel the killer. Gideon did it so well; Reid should at least try, by his own mind. The UNSUB must have broken in, from the front door. No, no, the front door was unlocked, so the UNSUB could have just walked in. Then he headed to Sophmo's office, stabbed him twice, but didn't kill him. Gagged him, and dragged him up the stairs. The UNSUB must have been in good psychical condition. Then the killer carefully cut down the middle of his victim, pulled the intestine out, and hung it double knot on a pre placed hook, then pushed the body over the edge after he removed more organs and pieces of the thigh and cheek.

The scenario led to a very disturbing thought. How did the UNSUB eat the pieces? Deep fried, cooked like steaks, or hell, microwaved? How could Reid trust that the UNSUB had eaten parts of Sophmo, it seemed debatable. Something beeped and broke Reid's concentration. It was his Blackberry. He had received an anonymous email.

Ah, the Feebees have been sent, and who else could they be but the famous BAU team. Hello Reid. Hello Hotchner. Hello Gideon. How are all of you? I trust you are having a fun stay at this comfortable school. Now that you are playing the game, I need to stay four steps ahead of the rest of you. The task is easy, you people are so damn predictable. It is so easy its making me laugh. I'll give you a hint. Every little thing is a clue. That is how well I've planned this. It's like a big conspiracy, just instead of the government you trying to beat; you are trying to beat me. Think you are up to it? I don't. So I guess I'll just have to surprise you with something new. Have fun! Talk to you later…