So I've got a new chapter! Go me! Sorry about the long wait, we are back on track! I won't be neglecting this ever again, I promise! On with the story!

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When she got up Monday morning, Kyle still couldn't keep the silly smile off of her face. Sunday had been spent putting everything in place; which had taken much longer than it should have; she'd caught herself daydreaming often, something she hadn't done since she was 16. Either way, she'd see him again today, and she'd have to do her damndest to keep from showing her recent infatuation off to the rest of the team.

As the elevator let her off on her way to the bull-pen, she was nearly run over by Penelope, who grabbed her hand. "We've got a big one; we'd better get to the round table as fast as possible." She and Garcia were nearly the last to arrive in the room, followed shortly by a harried looking Hotchner.

"In the past three weeks, eight people have gone missing. All were found the next day with a single gunshot wound to their forehead." JJ put some pictures up on the screen. "Each were found posed with flowers between their hands, and no two had the same flowers."

"He's leaving them unmarked, and they're found well dressed and nicely arranged," Rossi observed from the back of the table. He pondered the pictures, and Morgan finished the thought.

"It could mean remorse."

"Hm, I'm finding the flowers interesting, each flower means something, if we can find the meaning, we can find out how they're connected," Prentiss put in, she was flipping through the glossies. "I wish I recognised all of these."

"Reid, do you know what all of these flowers represent?" Hotchner asked the young genius. He shook his head, and looked over at Valentine.

"Sir, I might be able to; my father was a horticulturist." She offered tentatively. He raised his dark eyes to her light ones, and scrutinized her carefully. He nodded once, and turned back to Reid. "You and Reid will work on the flower angle, I want Prentiss and Morgan working with the families, Rossi and I will talk to the local authorities. Plane lifts off in an hour."

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Valentine sat at the back of the plane, with a stack of pictures sitting in front of her, and a notepad on her lap. In her hand, was a small flower reference book she'd found in the airport on her way in. Reid sat across from her, totally silent. She glanced up, then made another note. "I've figured the first, third, and seventh flowers and what I think is their meanings"

Reid looked at her, "what do you mean, you think?"

Valentine looked up at him. "Flowers mean different things for different people, but if this person is using what are generally accepted as the meanings of these flowers, I'm pretty positive what those messages were." She turned back to her papers and didn't look up again until the plane touched down.

When they arrived at the police station, she followed the rest into the conference room, and then walked over to the white board. She grabbed a marker and wrote:

John Collins: Begonia (beware)
Alicia Mitchell: Yellow Carnation (you have disappointed me; rejection)
Linda Young: Snapdragon (deception; gracious lady)
Max Nelson: Yellow Hyacinth (jealousy in regards to social status or popularity)
Ron Taylor: Nasturtium (conquest; victory in battle)
Jenny Brown: Yellow Lily (false and gay)
Allen Parker: Tiger Lily (wealth, pride)
Karen Miller: Orange Mock (deceit)

"If the UnSub is using the accepted meanings of the flowers, these are the meanings that correspond with the victim." Kyle said, as she finished writing. "My guess is, considering what the flowers represent, revenge killings?"

"Quite possibly," Rossi replied. "The UnSub could be avenging things from his past, possibly all the way into his childhood."

Morgan pulled out his phone, and hit speed dial.

"Stone Henge, chief druid speaking." Came Garcia's bubbly voice over the phone.

"Hey, babe, I need you to get all the information you can on the victims; see if there are any connections that might help us find our UnSub." Morgan requested as he walked out to the SUV.

"Will do, sweet cheeks." Was the come-back before he hung up.

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Garcia's tapping on her keyboard nearly drowned out a slight knock on her door. "Come in," she called, not turning from her "babies".

"Hey, Penny," came a soft voice from the door. The owner obviously hadn't taken more than two steps into the room, and Penelope was grateful for his hesitancy at that moment.

"What do you want, Kevin?" Penelope sighed. Their break-up had been amiable enough, but that didn't mean she wanted him dropping in on her constantly.

Kevin's reply was slow in coming. "I, uh...just wanted to tell you, well, I'm moving. To London. I got offered a job as a tech for the Scotland Yard." He smiled at her at the end, his sad eyes hoping for something he hadn't seen in a while.

But the puppy love that had once held Garcia's eyes hadn't returned. She smiled softly; he'd mentioned the offered post once before, but had turned it down for her. "I'm glad for you," She commented softly. And she was; it meant he was moving on. She got up, and hugged him one last time, and watched him leave with her blessing.

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A couple of hours later, the team had just returned to the station to pool their information, and a call came in to Derrick's cell.

"Speak up, baby girl; I've got you on speaker phone." He told Garcia. He placed the phone on the table, and all the agents stared as their tech-goddess' voice issued out.

"Well, I just got the results. Alicia Mitchell, Max Nelson, Jenny Brown, and Allen Parker all went to the same high school, where Linda Young taught." Garcia's information was always valued, but she brought her own grain of salt to it. "But considering the population of Madison, it's not surprising."

Hotchner looked up at his team. "Reid, take Valentine and go check out this school. There may be old teachers or yearbooks that can tell us something."

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Across town, a young woman named Liza White walked into her house to find a large bouquet of Forsythias in her entryway.

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A/N so there you have it. I'm sorry about no more fluff, and how short it is. Kudos and a cameo to who-ever figures out what the Forsythia represents :D

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