Reid shoved his hands in his pockets when people began walking out of the jet bridge, which was the connector between the plane and the destined terminal. Morgan was right at his side, watching closely for the person they were supposed to protect from the moment she walked in until they caught the unsub.

"There she is." Morgan nudged Reid, nodding over at the disheveled looking woman. Her face was noticeably puffy and red from all the crying and she looked as if she was about ready to break apart.

"We should approach her slowly so as not to give her too big of a scare," Reid sighed as they headed off towards her. Once they were a little closer, Reid called out, "Miss Bennett!"

Samantha snapped her head up in the direction of the voice, hoping that someone was calling out for another person with her same last name. She did not want another person keeping her from going home, curling up in her mom's arms, and crying her eyes out. Yet, as she searched the crowd for the person who had called out for her, there didn't seem to be anyone she recognized at first glance. Quickly, she turned around and continued on at a much faster pace.

"Samantha, hold up," Reid said as he made his way past the others at a quicker pace with Morgan right behind him.

Knowing she couldn't avoid the person, she turned around and snapped, "What?"

Reid came to a stop right before her, slightly surprised when her green eyes locked onto his. He remembered the first time he saw her, her eyes were bright and full of life. Now, they looked rather dull and lifeless…not that he could blame her.

However, when Samantha recognized Reid, it was her turn to be shocked. "Spencer. What are you doing here?" She turned to the other man who joined Reid and frowned. "Morgan? What's going on here?"

"Well, we need you to come with us and I promise we will explain everything," Reid replied quickly, wanting to get her back to the station, where it was safe.

"I want an explanation now, Spencer. I barely know you; there is no way I would go anywhere with you or your woman killer friend," Samantha practically growled defensively. She knew about the people around here and the crime rate. There was no way she was going to go with someone who she had met last night over in Virginia. "Are you stalking me?"

"What? No," Reid replied, shaking his head. "I'm part of the FBI in the behavioral analysis unit. We think you're in trouble. Please, I can explain further and in more detail back at the station. Samantha, I just want to help you."

Samantha frowned when both Spencer and Morgan pulled out their badges to show her. Putting his badge away, Morgan added, "We'll grab your bags on the way out, but we should do it quickly."

There was a loud buzz all around her as police men ran around answering phone calls, getting some bad cups of coffee, and bringing in suspects from recent crimes in the area. Most of the people brought in looked fairly young as if they were college students. However, nothing around her made her comfortable as she sat in a worn-out cushioned chair in a small, dull room alone.

It wasn't an interrogation room, thankfully, but she wanted to go home. After hearing Spencer tell her about the murderer and why her aunts, a cousin and her own sister had been killed, she really wanted to go home.

The door creaked open, but Samantha didn't turn around to look at who it was.

"Um, Sam, I just have a few more questions for you," Reid began as he sat down in the chair across from her.

"Don't call me Sam, Dr. Reid," Samantha snapped; she was tired, scared and depressed. Moreover, she hadn't had her first cup of coffee, which would explain her excessive irritable mood. That was until Reid put down a steaming cup of fresh coffee in front of her. It was a nice light brown color, which made Samantha a little less off edge as she reached out for it.

"I hope you don't mind that I put a lot of sugar in it. I did it out of habit from making my own coffee," Reid said with the smallest hint of a smile. "And no need to call me Dr. Reid, Spencer is just fine."

"Thank you, Spencer," she sighed after her first sip.

"Now, just a few more questions and you'll be able to go home-"

Samantha cut him off. "And you'll have men watching our house in case the unsub comes after me there," she laughed wryly. "Look, I just came her for my sister's funeral; my family and I just want some peace for the next few days. How are you so sure that this man is after me?"

"I'm sorry, but we have to be careful," he tried to explain. "And the team and I are sure because it is our job to figure out things like this. Now, do you remember any past boyfriend of yours that was specifically clingy that may have kept trying to come back to you after you two broke up."

"I never had many boyfriends in my school life in either high school or college. I was nerdy and not very pretty." She shrugged. "There was Matthew Jones and Sebastian Moore. Matthew died last summer due to a car crash and Sebastian had broken up with me to marry my friend, Elena."

"O-oh."

"Yeah…"

"Well, any of your co-workers also show any kind of signs of obsession with you? Or possibly resentment towards you?"

"I work in an asylum, you tell me."

"You are an intelligent, hard-working woman that deserves her position. Obviously, you had to step on a few toes to get to where you were," Reid nodded calmly. "It is no surprise if someone has a few qualms about you getting the position before them."

"I am a young woman that got lucky," Samantha corrected. "Everyone there resents me in some form and fears me in some form. Yet, none of them are stupid enough to think they would get away with killing all these people while working in a place filled with psychiatrists like me. We would notice if any of the other psychiatrists began to act differently."

"Maybe this unsub has always been killing, but you are now his new obsession."

"Surrounded by crazies all day, you would be able to pick another working by your side. Moreover, none of them have ever missed a day of work in the last fifty years. Not even vacation time. Trust me when I tell you that your unsub does not work in the institution."

"What about your released patients?"

Samantha tilted her head, narrowing her eyes on him as she analyzed him. "That information is confidential."

"Your life is on the line," he practically exclaimed.

"None of them live in New Jersey, nor do any of them have the clearance to travel out of state, yet," she replied smoothly.

"He could have driven out of state."

She blinked, fear chilling her to the bone as only one patient of hers popped into her mind. The only one she had cleared and had a job as a driver. "Max," she whispered as her eyes widened at the thought of him killing people in her family and random girls.

"What was that?" Reid asked, moving in closer to hear her better.

Samantha's grip on the coffee cup tightened as she repeated, "Max Jarvis. A patient of mine, but he isn't capable of killing. It can't be him." Her green eyes looked into his, hoping that he would tell her it couldn't have been one of her patients.

"You need to give me all the information about this patient of yours," Reid insisted. "We just need to profile him and see if he matches the profile of the unsub."

"And if it does?"

Slowly, he reached out and rested his hand over hers as a comforting gesture; he had seen the others do it before and it seemed to work on calming her down. "We want to protect you." Reid looked her directly in the eye, trying to convey to her that he meant every word. "We will protect you, but you need to tell us everything. Every bit of information you can give us is crucial to the investigation."

"No! No! Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone!" The woman cried as the man in black clothes drew closer; he twirled the knife in his hand as he thought of the many ways he could carve her up. None of her pleas affected him, barely penetrating him.

He only say her beautiful brown hair flowing past her shoulders as those tears in her bright green eyes slipped down her cheeks. She looked just like her, that beautiful goddess of his, but she wasn't her.

Oh, yes. His goddess would soon be with him. The real one, not these false imitations. What angered him most was that some of the imitations didn't even look anything like her, but there were ways to change that.

With this thought, he stopped right before her; a wave of anger washed over him as he took in each physical aspect that didn't match up with his goddess. He slashed at her nose since it was slightly off center, making her cry out in pain, which annoyed him greatly.

Quickly, he forced her mouth open and grabbed a hold of her tongue before slicing it right down the middle. Her mouth was soon overflowing with blood, but left it at that before moving back to her body.

She was nicely tied up to a chair, making it easy for him to slice off many other imperfections.

After 'fixing' her nose, he moved onto the cheeks since they were too chubby. Her breasts were too big, but he found out they were fake. Her fingers were to skinny and long, making him cut each of them off. Well, he 'shortened' her fingers until he was happy. Though, eventually, he realized that no matter how much he did, she would never be perfect like his goddess, forcing him to simply jam his knife into her throat.

Once he was done, he stood back and watched her bleed out. He had done the world justice by getting rid of the imperfections of his goddess.

While the blood pooled around her feet, he walked over to the bathroom and washed off his blade. After all, it couldn't be dirty for his goddess. Nothing could be dirty for her.

'Everything had to perfect and clean,' he thought to himself as he washed off the blade with burning hot water.

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