--Morning Oct.30th--

It would have been positive to say nothing happened, but in these cases that is not the way things occur. Morgan and Reid spent the night out in a parking lot in Massachusetts in a rather spotty industrial area. The lab was located in and interior space surrounded by a warehouse. Nothing suspicious went on, and when the sun was coming up they were traveling home. Unfortunately the killer did not stop, that afternoon more bodies were found partially buried in a state parks in Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts not too far over the Connecticut Border. They knew it was their killer because of the crude cross piercing the victim's chest cavities. The heads were removed and buried 100ft away from the bodies.

Hotch called the team in for a reconditioning of the profile. "Suffice it do say, this is bad. The unsub as escalated, but in doing so he has become very sloppy."

Derrick clenched his fists. "I am so SICK of being one step behind this guy!"

"Reports about the killer are all over the news, and papers. Some killers love coverage; perhaps this is his way of posturing." Elle suggested.

Morgan nodded. "We've seen it before, but I think he's getting sloppy since he did not expect to get caught. So far he's been working mostly under the radar, now there's a witness, and wide spread new coverage." He continued. "For a self misguiding righteous killer, being condemned is another stressor." Derrick reasoned.

Reid looked intently on all the semi-recent evidence; the new items had not been processed yet. He looked from one picture to another, his mind racing through everything he had read. There was something he could not put his finger on, something his mind had not processed and connected yet.

"What is it Reid." J.J. asked.

She recognized the young genius's signs of deep thought; the way his eyes shifter rapidly, his one hand on his lips, and the other near the board. He was working through something; and all his attention was on that at the moment. He was so deep in thought that when his phone vibrated he did not even jump this time.

Hotch looked at the younger man. "What is it Reid?"

"Yea what are you thinking? Let us in on it." Elle implored.

Reid jerked a bit as the voices of the team were starting to get through to him; he blinked a couple of times then took a deep breath. The others always thought that when Reid's mind whirled like this he would forget to breathe.

Reid turned and looked at the others. "I don't know yet." He then grabbed his phone and hit a button. "Hello?"

Everyone looked surprised and then disappointed, but Reid was not one to just say results without full proof.

"I have a feeling you need the well of my infinite knowledge mortal, ask and you shall be rewarded by your Goddess." Garcia said.

Penelope Garcia the resident tech. expert, but deep with in her heart she was also the mother hen of the team. She liked to be kept in the loop, but also she needed to know all her little chicks were in no danger.

Reid had a strange look on his face. "Uh yea. Could you put together a timeline for the murders most notably the earliest ones, and get back to me."

"OOOOOH what are you thinking beautifully brilliant?" She said.

Reid shook his head. "I don't know yet."

Hotchner sighed and touched his forehead. "Let's go over every inch of evidence again; I want to find this guy before he strikes again.

Everyone nodded, and went to work on the evidence at hand. They hashed out ideas about religious psychos who used scripture to justify killing, all the way down to angry youths who watched too many monster movies.