--Morning—

The team had worked into the wee hours of the night until Hotch ordered them all to sleep. Some slept, but most looked over more evidence while main lining coffee. There was a collective mental cursing as another body had been located. There was a huge difference in that the victim had been left at the torture site and not dumped. The killer had been interrupted, but by whom? They had walked the crime scene taking in the gore and obvious signs of rush, and sloppy mannerisms.

"He was rushed, interrupted, and had no time to stick to the script." Elle commented.

Hotchner flipped open his phone and hit one number. There was a few seconds of dialing and then one rings before a melodic voice crooned in his ear.

"Speak and recognize your Empress of all knowledge." Garcia purred.

Hotch couldn't help but pause a bit thank fully he did not put her on speaker. "Garcia I need you to run through all 9-1-1 calls from early this morning." He said. "We need information pertaining to the case and we need it ASAP."

"As you wish and it will be done my liege." She said and hung up.

The team now had new parameters to add into their existing profile. They learned how the blood had been spirited away for one thing. They also learned a little more into the cycle of the victims.

Morgan started. "We've now learned that the victims are on a night schedule; partiers and third shifters types."

"Vampire type, work or play all night; sleep all day." Elle added nodding.

Reid piped up. "Historically speaking all cultures have a vampire type being. Hollywood has glorified and vilified this genre of person. The unsub is using all the classical vampire hunter equipment. Each has a history but neither applied to killing these beings; most has to do with dead bodies. For instance, garlic was to cover up the smell of the decaying corpse, it never had a precedence of repelling a monstrous being."

Morgan stepped in. "So your saying we're looking for someone who has watched too many monster movies? That's most of the world, brainiac."

Hotch sighed. "Focus, this unsub is hunting, and he has a wealth of night life to choose from. The question is whether the hunter has a target, or is just hunting at random."

Reid's phone rang as the B.A.U team went over the vast amount of data both old and fresh. He looked at the caller I.D; it was Garcia, there was no time to reason why she hadn't called Morgan.

Reid slid the phone open. "Uh Hello"

"Hey there sexy and smart, put me on speaker." Garcia purred.

As soon as she was on speaker; she relayed the information she had just gotten. "We got a hit on the 911 call. The phone is registered to a K.J. Baum."

Morgan looked down. "Please tell me oh Goddess of the infinite info, that you have an address."

There was no answer; it was obvious to the team that Morgan had cosmically wronged Garcia in some way shape or manner. Everyone looked at Reid, who for a moment stood dumbfounded. Spencer Reid was an across the board genius but in common social graces he was lost.

Reid finally got it. "Oh…uh do you have an address, magic woman of…uh….."

"Calm down, acute and really a cute." Garcia said. "I do. The location of the owner is in a place called Putnam, not 45 minutes northeast of your current location. I've sent the address to your PDA's." Garcia continued. "This town is small located in the bosom of an area known as the "Quiet Corners" very idealistic."

With that sniglet of information Garcia threw a few more suggestive complements Reid's way before hanging up. Reid was as red as a cherry as he slid his phone closed.

"Morgan you and Reid find this tipper." Hotch said clearing his throat. "The rest of us will work on what C.S.U picked up from the latest seen. "He ordered