The tall man wasn't sure how close the BAU was to catching him. He had planned for them to practically be on him by now, but no such luck, these idiots couldn't get him even when he laid out all the clues. He would only be famous if he was caught, if he could confess the forty seven murders he had committed in the past three years of his life. The tall man was 17, but felt much older. Hell, he even looked much older, and sounded older with his sophisticated speech and wisdom beyond what he had heard from most adults. The tall man wasn't afraid of jail either. In the event he got caught, which would be soon, he would plead guilty and get sentenced to life, maximum security. He would plan and buy his way out through there, he always found a way out, and move on, maybe to Brazil.

The tall man loved Brazil; he had gone there once on vacation, it had such pretty ladies. Most of them could easily be his; he had the money and the charm, not to mention the looks. It was his looks that were getting him his next victim, another pretty young girl of 15. She was a freshman, and her name was Elizabeth, but the girl insisted that he call her Betty. It sounded like such a redneck and ugly name, Betty. He didn't tell her so, but only told her he thought Elizabeth was a pretty name for a pretty girl. She fell for that one.

He touched her hand, and brought her around to face him. Elizabeth looked straight into his eyes with hers. They were amazing, large and open, so full of innocence and tenderness, and so delicious. The tall man kissed Elizabeth, and Elizabeth, after a few seconds confusion, kissed back. The tall man moved his left arm around her waist, and pulled her closer. His right arm plunged the knife into her back. Blood flowed into her kiss, she moved back, making lurching gagging sounds. The tall man spit out her blood, moved forward, and stabbed her again with his well used survival knife. Two wounds were enough, the tall man didn't want her to bleed too much, and that would take away from the taste.

Agent Hotchner looked at the body of Elizabeth Cartly with sad eyes. How could they be so close to catching the UNSUB, and still find a dead body every few hours? What was happening to this poor school in such an innocent state? Nothing had been leaked to the news, yet, but Hotchner was sure this would be a major news story. The media would call it the second great tragedy in Oklahoma in twenty years.

The killer left a note, the fifth they had found. Yet another attempt to taunt and tease the BAU about their stupidity and ignorance. Did the bastard know that he was only a few seconds from being caught? Did the bastard want to get caught? No, and yes.

One step closer, are you there yet? Can you smell my trail? Do you know my secrets? No, you will never know, not even when you catch me. I see you are interviewing the entire school now. Determination is a good thing agents, stick with it; you might just get to me. Or maybe I will get to you. Sorry that the letter has to be so short this time. It is bedtime after all. I feel the need to say something cool, like James bond or that idiotic novel character that I will no doubt be compared to, Hannibal Lecter. Can you do me a favor, when you do catch me, don't mention

Hotchner's cell phone rung, a cold mechanic sound filled the quiet Dorm of the dead girl.

"Agent Hotchner." Hotchner answered quickly.

"Howdy." A female voice responded. Hotchner recognized it was Garcia.

"What have you got for us Garcia?"

"If I give you a name, will you buy me dinner?" Garcia asked in her same comical briskness she always spoke with.

Hotchner paused. "Sure."

"Well, first Reid told me to search for any local reports of hate crimes or racist happenings." Garcia spoke a mile a minute.

"Wait wait, Happenings?"

"Direct quote."

Hotchner smiled.

"So I got about a dozen reports, so I looked in further for any involving teens, then any involving teens at Newton High School. That gave me three names, Dudley Theodore, Alice Harper, and Alec Morton. So then I remembered that the UNSUB mentioned chess, so I looked for members of the Chess club. And I got one name. Alec Morton."

Chace Verble sat back in the crooked uncomfortable chair. He wasn't good at this, the psychology part of the job. Gideon apparently thought Chace was decent enough; he had assigned him to do part of the interviewing, a room away from Reid and two down from Gideon himself. He was going admittedly slower than the others as well; he was making sure not to miss a thing.

"October 21, 1989." The teen across the desk said. Chace looked over at him. That's right; Chace had asked the kid his birth date.

"Sorry, it has been a long night," Chace said, "What was your name again?"

"That's alright. Alec Morton." Alec smiled, it was a cocky smile Chace noted that, and pretended to write it down. Alec didn't try to see what Chace was writing. Every other person had so far.

"You are a junior?"

"Yes."

"Are you dating anyone?" Chace asked, and looked up from his notebook.

"No, why does it matter?" Alec asked, with that smirk still on his round face. The teen was tall, 6'0 at Chace's best estimate, had a straight calming face that most girls wooed over, thick brown eyes that gave away nothing, and thin lips.

"I'm just asking. Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I broke up with a girl recently."

"Last night?"

"No. It was six months ago."

Chace held in a smile. This Alec kid had almost obvious traces of red lipstick on his mouth. "Are you gay?"

"No." Alec spoke calmly, Chace believed him.

"Do you know a girl named Elizabeth Cartly?"

Alec stood quickly; he had a knife to Chace's throat in only a second. How the hell did he move so fast? Chace thought, trying to get out of the powerful teen's grip.

"You asked the wrong question." Alec laughed, and pushed the knife harder against Chace's neck, but didn't draw blood.

Someone banged on the door, Alec turned, and Chace turned with him. Reid burst through with his pistol aimed squarely at Alec's chest.

"Ah ah ah, you shoot me, this Agent Verble dies." Alec laughed.

ok, as you can probably tell, this is the second to last part, I never meant for the story to be long, only about the length of an episode, I was aiming for a total of 5000 words, and it seems as though I over did it, just a bit. The next part will either be really long or really short, I cant decide. Well I hope you have enjoyed it so far.