--Pre-Dawn Oct. 31st—

The B.A.U team slept in shift and spent the night looking over clues, and evidence. They stuck close to where the last kills were; Garcia contacted them via web cam, every so often with what she had or had not discovered. She had managed to pin point the start of the murder trail; and it was very far away from where they currently resided.

"Don't ask me the how or why, but it all seemed to start there before branching out in this trail type pattern." Garcia stated. "One thing for sure, is that our witness is some how tied into it. I don't believe in coincidences or mojo, but she was there in the same town were this killer's signature seemed to begin." Garcia said rapidly.

Garcia brought up the map; the town she spoke of was in rural Georgia. It was one of those small towns with a church on every corner, expansive cotton and soybean fields, and no doubt little to no cell service.

Aaron Hotchner nodded. "Now we know where the unsub's religious zeal comes from."

"Probably had faith force fed to him all his life, and then all it took was a stressor to make him snap." Elle reasoned.

J.J. wondered. "What would make an otherwise reasonable person, start seeing and killing monsters everywhere?"

"It had to have been something big." Derrick Morgan thought.

Reid was thinking. "Garcia type in accidents, death, or anything largely tragic before the first killings started."

"Nothing yet, no wait! Here is something." Garcia said when she typed in the parameters. "Back in 1990, there was an explosion; the high school in the town was destroyed. It was a Parent teacher night, a faulty furnace or something or other. Everyone died except one person." Garcia read.

Everyone leaned forward since this perhaps was the stressor they were looking for.

Reid looked at the evidence. "Everyone died. Reid looked up. "Garcia were there any relatives who survived because they arrived late or perhaps a witness on scene shortly after the building blew up?"

"Way ahead of you sweet cheeks, I'm looking through police records, and news paper clippings." Garcia purred. "Oh here's something, there was one witness. The father of one of the students, he was running late and arrived in time to see…oh my god." Garcia said. "His name is Benjamin Pastor Wrenfield, his wife and son both died. The report says that he saw one person walking out of the fire like, and I quote, like a demon walking out of the gates of hell." She rapidly said.

Everyone's eyes became focused and intense; this was indeed the break they were looking for. Why no one else had discovered it, would be something they would look into later.

"More disturbing gang is that Mr. Wrenfield was known for liking the hard stuff in excess. He had multiple DUIs along with a handful of drunk and disorderly charges." She read on. "Not exactly the most upstanding parent and he was drunk on the night in question so his statement wasn't taken seriously." She kept going.

Hotch stood up and grabbed his coat and keys. "Where is the girl right now?"

"At work." Elle said. "Even at full throttle we'll be cutting it kind of close." She said.

Everyone else was standing and heading out the door; they had very little time. They would call her on the way there, but everyone knew that they would get no answers. They called the state and city police, and with lights and sirens blaring they sped up the interstate trying to stop another murder.