"A twenty-eight year old woman was found murdered in a small, common hotel room in New Brunswick, New Jersey less than eight hours ago," Agent Aaron Hotchner, the Unit Chief, said as he passed the case file out to his team members of the BAU.

They were seated around a round table with a board covered in photos from each crime scene with the pictures of each women that unsub had killed before the police decided to call in for help.

"This is his tenth victim in the last three months," he continued with a grim look.

"They are all women, but they have different professions," Special agent Jennifer Jareau sighed as she looked over the file filled with paperwork of each victim. She looked over the details of the victims, trying to find a connection between them. "Most of them live in New Jersey, but it seems police connected a few murders out of state to our unsub…"

"Most are simple gun shootings while a few are specifically brutal." Dr. Spencer Reid frowned when he noted the last name of the latest victim. Bennett…he had heard that last name before. Where had he heard it?

With a small shake of his head, he went on without dwelling on it any longer. "You can see that the unsub's MO is not the same, which could mean two unsubs."

"Except for the fact each women had a special mark on their abdomen. Now, the marks are different, but all located in the same place."

"A helper that is ordered to use the same signature area?" Agent Derek Morgan offered, but knew that was highly doubtful. "It could be that the women with much more intense killings are actually connected while the rest are random to throw the police off or perhaps moments of rage in between the killings."

"But the women that are killed by knife instead of gun still have various backgrounds…except, wait...," Dr. Reid mumbled as he shifted through the files quickly, spreading out. He got up and walked to the board, rearranging the picture so that the more violent murders were right next to each other.

"These other women that were simply shot were all found on some kind of rarely used road while they were out for a jog while these women were all dressed up and found in some public area that makes them easy to find."

The famous and most experienced agent, Jason Gideon, sat up, adding, "Our unsub doesn't want to hide our victims. He wants them to be found."

"He's sending a message, but what is his message?" Agent Elle Greenway asked, leaning forward in her chair as she looked over the board.

"We will have to figure that out while we are on the plane to New Brunswick. Let's go," Hotchner commanded in his usual strict tone. The others nodded, getting up to leave their conference room for the jet.

Samantha let out a sigh as she walked out of the club without her 'best' friend. The girl had met yet another guy and wanted to stay at the club longer while Samantha had to leave since she had work the next day.

It was surprisingly dark outside, but she guessed that was normal since it was pretty late. Who knew time flew by when one wasn't having that much fun being abandoned pretty much the entire time one was there. Right, night well spent.

Well, maybe it hadn't been a complete waste of time. She had met the one guy-

"Hey!" Someone called out behind her, causing her turn around in confusion and fear. The club she was at wasn't located in the most safest place in Virginia, making her on edge with each guy she had met while inside. Well, except for one.

Spencer Reid…man, she hoped she would be able to meet him again. He seemed to be one of those nice guys, even though he was a thousand times smarter than her. She needed a nice guy in her life, but she had only met him that night. Who knew if they would ever meet again…

"Can I help you?" Samantha asked; she took a step back when he approached her rather quickly. The guy came to a stop, but was still too close for comfort, forcing her to take another nervous step back.

"Yeah, you dropped your wallet back there," he replied, holding out a small black leather wallet for her to take. It was hers since it had that small tear at the bottom left corner and a strip of silver ribbon that had been glued by her youngest niece one year during Christmas.

"Oh, thank you," she replied sheepishly, but paused when she realized that he was taking another step towards her, which made her nervous once again. With a quick glance around her, she noticed that one of the bouncers from the club wasn't too far away from where she was, meaning that if this guy tried anything, at least some was there to run to her aid.

Without wasting another second, Samantha grabbed the purse and turned to head to her car that was just down the street from the club. She heard footsteps right behind her, forcing to turn and say, "Look, thank you for returning my purse. Really, it means a lot, but I need to go home. Goodbye."

She turned around again and rushed to her car-thank god for flats-; keys already in hand. She opened the door, jumped in and locked all the doors. When she glanced out the window of her car the guy was gone.

Just then, her cell phone began ringing, making her scream out in surprise.

"Oh god…no more clubs down here. Nope, no more," Samantha mumbled to herself as she picked up her cell. "If she ever asks me to go to a club with her, I have to remember this night and say no…also, no more giving numbers to strangers." Not recognizing the caller ID, Samantha put her cell phone in her purse and threw it in the back seat before starting up her car and peeling away from the curb.

"Spence, I heard that you met a girl tonight?" Agent Jennifer grinned as she took the seat next to the intelligent FBI agent once the jet was in the air. "Morgan told us all about it."

Reid shrugged. "I meet girls everywhere, JJ. I don't understand why this one is special other than she was nice and fun to talk to especially since everyone else in that club simply wanted to hump each other."

"Was she pretty?"

"Moderately so, I guess. She looked like any other girls of today. Um, she had long, brown hair that was straightened, but not natural. Her skin was a darker shade than it normally is supposed to be, meaning she had gotten a tan either today or the day before. I think the only natural thing about her was her eye color and actions." Reid put the case file down and looked over at JJ. "Although, she didn't seem comfortable there like the others as if her friend forced her there and I know what that feels like..."

"Smart?"

"Average I assume."

JJ rolled her eyes at his response. "Everyone is average compared to you, Spence," she chuckled. "Is that her phone number in your shirt pocket?"

Reid frowned as he looked down to check his pocket only to see the napkin still folded neatly into his pocket. The napkin with her number and name on it. "Oh, I forgot that was there," he said, pulling it out.

He unfolded it and smoothed it out, looking it over with the smallest hint of a smile.

"Weird…" He frowned once again.

"What is it?" JJ asked, her smile dropping immediately.

"Our last victim's name was Joan Bennett, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, it could be nothing," he began after a short pause. "But the girl I met at the club shares the same last name as the victim."

"Many people have the same last name, Spence. It's not uncommon, simply a coincidence," JJ sighed.

Reid frowned, opening the folder and looked over the case until they landed.

Quick update only because I'm avoiding homework. Shhhhh...

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I forgot to mention that this is all taking place early in season one, a little after episode 4 or 5. However, the case in this story is of my own imagination.

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