Samantha groaned when her alarm clock went off, followed by the annoying, high-pitched ring tone of her cell phone. She cursed rather loudly when she fell out of her bed when she was simply reaching out to turn off her alarm clock. Her phone eventually stopped ringing, but then her home phone began to ring, forcing to untangle herself and get up on her feet.

"Fine! Ruin a perfectly good dream," she grumbled as she shuffled to the phone. However, just as she picked it up, the person on the other end hung up. "Yeah, hang up you jackass! Wake someone up and then hang up."

She slammed the receiver down and began to head off to the bathroom to freshen up.

Yeah…she wasn't a morning person in any sense of the word. Well, not until her first cup of coffee that was normally filled with sugar and cream. Sugar is what kept her happy for most of the day; night was more her time of day even if she didn't enjoy the wild party scene all too much.

Her phone began ringing again, but she decided she would let the machine get it since she was in the bathroom already. Her cell phone also began to ring, but she would check her voicemail later.

Is it on? Yes? You sure? Oh…Hey! This is Samantha Bennett, but you should already know that or else why would you be calling. Unless you have the wrong number, but anyways, leave a message and I should get back to you AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! Bye!

For a moment, a smile flitted across her face at how moronic she sounded in the recording. She would have to change that before her boss decided to call her while she was home or even if some guy she liked called her.

BEEP

Samantha washed out her mouth before moving onto doing her hair, making her hair less frizzy and smoother.

Sam, honey, this is mom. I have some bad news.

Immediately she froze up, the hot curler stuck in mid-curl, burning her hair, but she could care less.

Your sister, she…oh sweetie. Joan died last night.

The curler fell from her grip, but she didn't stay standing there. Instead, she ran to the phone and picked it up before her mother could hang up.

"Hello? Mom?" Samantha said hurriedly, hoping her mother would say this was all a misunderstanding. Something to keep her from losing her mind and falling all apart once again after the last death that had occurred in the family. "Oh, god, ho-ho-how? How could this have happened? What about the kids? Oh god, what about John, Lily and Ava?"

As her mother filled her in in-between sobs, Samantha was pacing around her room before eventually sitting against the wall, holding herself as the tears simply streamed down her cheeks.

"Ma, I'm coming home," she sobbed after calming herself down a little. "I'll call you later once I have everything set. Bye, love you too."

Reid sat in a small uncomfortable, gray chair with his elbows on his knees as he stared at the jumble of letters on the white board before him. It was very humid outside and inside the police department they were stationed in.

The sleeves of his gray oxford was rolled up past his elbows and he felt as if he should change into shorts or something since he could feel his clothes stick to him with his sweat as the glue. However, he simply sat there, focused on the letters that kept changing order before his eyes. He had a few words down, but none of them made sense.

"Reid, how are you doing there?" Morgan asked, leaning against the table with an exhausted sigh. He had just come back from questioning some of the family members related to the latest victim to understand her more, but it was hard since they were still grieving. Moreover, he had already worked up a sweat simply walking from the car into the station.

"These letters that we have identified off of the body of each victim don't seem to actually arrange anything of importance. I have a few words down, but none of them would relate to the case…unless I should simply focus on-"

"The more brutal killings," Morgan finished.

Reid stood up and began singling out the letters from the brutal killings, arranging and then rearranging them until he finally arrived at 'Saman.'

"Saman? What does that mean?"

"Well it could be referring to the tree, but it is located in the Neotropics, ranging from southern Mexico to Peru and Brazil. The Saman is a flowering tree in the pea family," Reid mumbled as his mind raced to find other explanations. "It could also be referring to a deity worshipped in Sri Lanka. His name means 'the rising morning sun." He is also called Sumana, Sumana Saman and Samantha…"

"What does any of this have to do with our unsub?" Morgan asked; he was confused by how the unsub had been acting with each killing. They got it, the unsub was sending someone a message, but who and why?

Reid let out a sigh. "Samantha…Joan Bennett, Samantha Bennett, maybe they are connected." Taking out his cell phone, he quickly called up the team's Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia.

"Say my name and make me tremble," Garcia answered in her usual playful tone. Sometimes her playful manner would get her in trouble, but it was part of Garcia and the team never cared much in the first place. If anything, it told them that she was being her normal self.

"Garcia, can you look up to see if our victim, Joan Bennett has any kind of familial connection to Samantha Bennett?" he asked, frowning the more he thought over it.

After simply a few seconds, Garcia replied with, "Yes, they are related. They are actually sisters. Samantha Bennett is the younger sister of Joan Bennett. They both were born and raised in New Brunswick, New Jersey, but Samantha has moved to Virginia a little less than a year ago after graduating from Stanford after getting her BS in Psychology and Sociology, and a Ph. D in Mathematics all at the age of 23. Wow, she's like your other half, Reid."

Reid shook his head and then told her the other names to see if any of them were connected as well in any way. He had pretty good guess that there may be more connections than they might hope for.

Samantha threw her bags into the trunk of the cab before getting in and telling the driver where to go. She had packed fairly quickly after getting off the phone with her boss about the urgent family business. He was a rather nice man that understood the situation and let her have a few days off to go back home to be with her family. Though, she had to come right back the day after the funeral, but she didn't have a problem with that. After all, her patients wouldn't have too easy of a time adjusting to a different therapist; especially the ones that had her since she moved to Virginia.

"Miss Samantha?" someone said, forcing her to look up. The voice sounded familiar, but she didn't recognize the person at first.

"Max?" her eyes widened when she realized the driver was one of her former patients. "Oh, Max, how are you?"

"I'm great," he replied with a big grin. "I can never thank you enough for what you did."

"Max, you were the one that did everything. I simply helped." Samantha had to force a smile since she wasn't in the best mood; however, it was nice to know the driver.

Max had been one of her more unstable patients out of the rest, but he had pulled through once she had arrived. She had helped him get back to his family and fit for society, allowing him to leave the institution; sometimes referred to as the loony bin.

Instead of thanking her over and over, he frowned as he glanced at her from the rear view mirror. "Have you been crying? Are you okay, Samantha?"

"Yeah, no, just some family emergency back in New Jersey." She didn't quite feel like sharing, especially with her former patient. Moreover, it was too soon for her to talk freely about another death in her family. Fifth woman to be killed so far…how did it come to this? Why and who was killing off the women in her family? Why weren't the police doing anything?

She raised her hand up to her cover her face when her eyes watered up once more.

"Mary Bennett, Sarah Michaels Bennett, Elena Moore, Tory Jones and Joan Bennett," Reid began as he posted up the photos of each woman on the board. "All related in some way, except for Elena Moore. She was not related to any of the women, but Garcia found out that she is friend's with Joan Bennett's younger sister. The two girls had gone to Stanford together, making Samantha Bennett the person the unsub is trying to communicate with or so we can assume."

"It could be that this Samantha Bennett is our unsub," Elle said; she glanced at Reid to gauge his reaction, but the intelligent man simply frowned as he thought about it.

"But what about the random killings in-between?" Morgan asked, not buying it right away.

"School friends possibly." Elle shrugged.

JJ sighed, "Maybe, but she's a famous, highly asked for psychiatrist working in an asylum. There is no doubt that she would have an alibi."

"No, the killer is definitely sending her a message," said a voice from the laptop near Reid. He turned the laptop around only to reveal Garcia talking to them through the webcam. "There has been no records of our Sammi girl ever leaving Virginia in the last three months to even go to the other funerals. It could have been she wasn't that close to those family members, but I just found out she's flying out to go to her sister's funeral. And get this, the family seems to have insisted on having all the funerals in New Jersey so that they could be buried along side the rest of the family."

"Our unsub was trying to draw her out. He wanted her here, but couldn't bring her out until now." Hotch grimaced. "Garcia, find out when her plane arrives and give the information to Reid and Morgan. I want you two to pick her up at the airport and bring her directly here. Gideon, Elle and I will go talk to her family. Any one of them could be targeted next to finish the message. Let's go."

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