After meeting with the police to deliver their profile the team met in private. The profile they had given the police and public to go by was that of a male in his thirties to forties, white and from what the hospital staff remembered he had dark hair. They explained how he would have some sort of a medical background, could be am EMT or even a doctor. After Gideon hypothesized that it could be someone from Val's past, weather recently, or a past acquaintance, Morgan gave another theory. The un-sub went for the one nurse who was already with another patient, and the one nurse who wasn't a size extra small. He could have a family member, mother or sister, who was slightly overweight so he felt more comfortable with that kind of woman looking over him. Reid explained the way that the un-sub could have been watching her, a patient who comes in often, or someone who works nearby so that he would be able to observe her at his leisure. Hotch gave a warning that everyone knew to well, expect the unexpected, the un-sub they were looking for was not the kind to interject himself into the investigation, he was more likely to be the last person they would expect it to be.

Alone as a team at last, the police working in the investigation now armed with their profile, and watching over Val's house, the team was able to regroup. Everyone had large cups of coffee before them, and there was more then one pair of blood shot eyes.

"Anything new at the hospital?" Hotch asked as a way to start the meeting.

Gideon hastily finished his swallow of coffee before speaking first. "We spoke to the floor nurse who took care of the un-sub, and anyone who had anything to do with the case even in passing. Several of them said that the un-sub asked about Val by name."

"Which suggest that he knew her before he saw her down stairs in the ER. They also said that he seemed genuinely upset when he found out that she had been suspended over what she did for him." Prentiss picked up the story when Gideon reached for his cup again.

"What was the staff doing talking about that with the patient?" JJ demanded.

Gideon shrugged, "It's a small hospital, I am sure gossip like that traveled, and he must have over heard it."

JJ shook her head and crossed her arms but didn't say anything else.

"The impression that we got from everyone was that she was well liked, but no one was surprised that she was capable of this." Prentiss said.

"How could the staff jump to a conclusion like that?" Reid said with a frown.

Morgan dropped his head to his hands, "we gave them the idea." Everyone stared at him, he looked up with a sigh. "We are always saying that it's the least likely subject to 'expect the unexpected'. And with Reid and I taking her out of the hospital in the fashion that we did, didn't exactly make her the most popular person. It was only a matter of time before the staff came to their own conclusions."

Everyone was silent for a moment. Hotch cleared his throat to break the silence, "be that as it may, its not important at the time, if we need to transfer her after this is said and done with we will. But right now we need to focus on finding the un-sub."

"We had an idea last night, and had Garcia do a search on it. The hospital is considered a teaching hospital, in that there are always students there-both nursing and medical. We had Garcia do a search to see if any of the students fit the profile that were there before the other two girls came onto staff. That would account for him recognizing Val and not the other two." Reid said, hoping to get the team back on the case.

"It would also explain the medical knowledge. What did you find?" JJ asked happy to grasp onto a more productive topic.

Morgan allowed Reid to lead the conversation, it had been his idea in the first place. "Garcia found 15 students that fit the profile, five of them still live in the area." His fingers began flying over the computer in front of him. As he pulled up the files he sent them to the larger screen in the room. Five photos dominated the screen.

"Have you thought to show these to Val? See if she can point him out?" Prentiss asked.

"We were hoping that we could do the search and narrow it down just a little bit more before we had her go through them." Reid explained looking up.

Morgan took a deep breath and said on the end of a sigh, "the girl has been through a lot. The less we have to traumatize her more, the better."

Reid shot his friend a narrow eyed look, but didn't say anything. He clicked on a single photo bringing it up on the large plasma screen in the room, "this is Adam Clean. And like his name suggests we have nothing on him. He finished medical school, and is working at Cedar Cyanide. Married and has three kids." He clicked on the next photo in the group. "This is Samuel Gates. He also finished school, but never opted to take the state board exam, he now works with his brother and father for Baxter. Married also, no kids yet." Reid clicked on the third photo in the group. "Nathan Starr. He barely made it into med school. And didn't finish, he made it through the first three years, and dropped out before the fourth year started. He is the only one in the group that didn't finish. Instead of going back to med school, he went for his BSN. And is working as a nurse for a private practice office." The next photo, "this is Matt Wolf, finished med school top of his class and is working for Kaiser as a surgical resident. Not married." The last photo in the group was on the screen. "Patrick Demore. He didn't finish med school, and did not continue in the medical field. He works as a teacher out of the local community college."

Nodding Hotch signaled for Reid to leave the group of photos up on the screen. "This gives us a group to focus on. Thank you Reid, Morgan. I want to know where these men were on the nights of all the murders. I want to know if they have ever been to Los Robles Hospital since their rotations there. And show them a photo of Val to see their reactions to her."

"This un-sub doesn't know we are looking for him most likely, he thinks we will focus on the hospital and that we don't know he is connected so notice how he reacts when you bring up anything about the case. He may say false information that has been mentioned on the news to see if we are on to him." Gideon added.

"I know some of you are coming off of a shift, and will be back on tonight, so Reid and Morgan get some sleep. The rest of us in pairs." Hotch said as he gathered the papers before him and got ready to leave himself.

Before anyone could leave the room Sheriff Wilson walked into the room cutting off the only exit. "We just got a call from the hospital, Amy Bacca didn't show up for her shift a few hours ago, they tried to call her house and got no answer."

"Amy, we spoke to her yesterday, she was the floor nurse when the un-sub was transferred to the medical surgical floor." Prentiss stood, her files in one hand, coffee cup in the other.

Nodding the Sheriff continued, "I have a squad car heading over to her residence now, could be nothing, but…"

"Could be victim number four," Hotch finished for him. "Gideon and I will head to her house now, JJ and Prentiss will continue to the suspects Reid and Morgan found, you two are still off, meet back here at 5:30." Dismissed the team gathered their belongings and headed in their separate directions.

Morgan hung back and caught Hotch's eye after the rest of the team had left. "I am fine, I can go out and question someone. I don't need any sleep."

Hotch studied his agent for a few moments while he fixed the collar on his jacket. "You were up all last night watching her house, and up late the night before and in early. You have been working to much, you need a break." When Morgan opened his mouth to say something Hotch cut him off, "its not that I don't think you can handle a few nights without sleep. It's just that if anything is going to happen, it will be in the next few days. We know the un-sub doesn't kill during the day-but if you were right and this suspect is one of those 5, us talking to him may force him to change his MO or to speed up his plans. So I need you focused and awake when you are on shift. Understand?"

"Yeah, I understand." Morgan said settling back down into his chair.

Hotch studied him for a moment before heading out of the room, at the last moment he turned, "Did everything go all right last night? I know that in interrogation you weren't exactly gentle with her, and while I know that tends to be your style, it is never easy to be on civil terms with someone after you have that kind of conversation. Would you prefer to go on day shift, and have someone else take your night watch?"

It took Morgan a few moments to raise his eyes to his boss's "We aren't going to be life long friends, but I can do my job, and she knows that. I want to stay on night watch."

Nodding Hotch left the room to join Gideon, and hopefully not travel to another murder scene.

Sitting still didn't exactly come easily for Val, she was used to being up and about, running errands or preparing for something. Not sitting at home with police outside of her house just incase she tried to do anything or go anywhere. It was like being in that dam holding cell again. She had done the only thing she could think to do while confined to her house; she had cleaned it from top to bottom. Spending hours oiling ever piece of wooden furniture that she had. Vacuuming, polishing, washing, dusting but no matter what she did, she couldn't keep her mind off what she didn't want to think about. She didn't want to remember what had happened to her friends. Or what was likely to happen to her.

She remembered her psychic rotation better then some of the more pleasant ones from when she was in nursing school. She hadn't known a lot about psych before the rotation had started, only what was portrayed on TV and in the movies. But when you are sitting next to someone who is having a conversation with a teaspoon as though they were the queen of Sheba, you begin to wonder what books those writers were using as references. Psych had never appealed to her, she had learned enough to know it wasn't her field, and survived the class. Picking up a few good to know traits, like when to play along with a psychopath, and when to try to reorient them to time and place.

Knowing that the FBI thought that she was the next target weighted heavy on her mind. Knowing she was being watched by the police every moment wasn't the comfort that it should have been, it made her twitchy, and restless. It made her feel like a caged animal waiting to be picked for dinner. Shaking her head she forced those thoughts away from her. And tried to think of happier things, though nothing came to mind. A few hours of heavy gardening was what she needed, it would tire the muscles and occupy the mind. She had a large enough back yard to accommodate a modest vegetable garden that could always use some TLC.

Even though she had known what the possible side effects for Ambien could be, she didn't like the sluggish feeling that she had all day. She had slept though the night without dreams, and was grateful for that. But without REM sleep, she felt like she had been cheated while sleeping. Tonight she was going to go to bed early, and if she had trouble sleeping it was Benadryl for her. No more prescription sleep aids, just good old fashion Diphenhydramine.

Gideon and Hotch knew it was a crime scene from the moment they pulled up. The tape was already across the doorway, and the police milling about, keeping the neighbors back, and gathering evidence were all to familiar. Grabbing a pair of blue booties, and gloves Gideon moved around the car to the Sheriff, who had gotten there before them and was coming to greet them.

"Sad to say, looks the same as the other three," Sheriff Wilson said in greeting, "didn't appear to put up a fight."

Nodding to acknowledge that they had heard him Hotch and Gideon walked to the crime scene tape and into the well kept house. Amy Bacca had lived alone in a quiet small corner of the community. Looking at the many photos on the walls gave Gideon a better impression of the quite girl he had spoken to the day before. Moving from the entry way into the living room, they saw her body laying supine position on the floor, all the markings were the same. It was a mirror image of the last three crime scenes they had been to. Gideon continued to move around the room, noting her taste in furniture, and the various family photos around the room. Hotch stopped at the desk, tugging his gloves on, he gently lifted a plane white envelope that had 'Val' written on it in masculine script, but wasn't sealed.

Gideon appeared over his shoulder and frowned at the envelope. Noting that the envelope had already been torn open, Hotch withdrew the letter within and opened it, and continued to frown at what he found.

My beloved Val,

I know things have not been the best between us as of late, but I hope that my gifts have pleased you. You are a rare and wonderful woman, who I feel blessed to know. It is only a matter of time before this matter is over and we are free to be together once again. You hold my heart, be gentle with it.

"He didn't sign it." Hotch said turning the paper over to check the back.

Gideon pulled out a bag from his pocket and helped Hotch put the letter inside of it. "A name would have been to easy, maybe we will get lucky with a fingerprint though."

Nodding, but not sharing his friends optimism, Hotch sealed the bag and continued to search the room. They worked the crime scene for several more hours before rejoining the team to give their report.

They regrouped at 5:30 in the same room, Morgan and Reid fresh after their nap, and the rest of the team had plenty to tell them. JJ and Prentiss had talked to each of the med students suspects. Nathan was the only one who's alibis were a little off. And he was the only one who reacted oddly when shown a photo of Val. "he said something about Val was the reason that he went into nursing over perusing his MD." JJ explained to the rest of the group.

"Its not uncommon for doctors to be envious of the time that nurses get to spend with their patients." Reid settled his hip on the counter and stirred his coffee.

"How many of the doctors are willing to give up all the time and money that they spent to get into med school though?" Morgan asked

Prentiss shrugged, "he is the only one who remembered Val by name to, but other then that we are still waiting for the alibi confirmation."

Hotch and Gideon shared what they had found at the fourth crime scene. The team poured over the letter together, observing the hand writing, and reading into every possible line.

"So we were rite about the love aspect of it, and he views the bodies as gifts to her, that is why he takes his time to make sure that they are perfect." Prentiss said, reading the letter off the plasma screen.

Morgan's cell phone buzzed impatiently for his attention, smiling he flipped it open, "tell me something half as beautiful as you."

Garcia giggled on her end of the phone, "ohoo sugar you know just how to get me started. I got the finger print results back on that letter that Hotch and Gideon found today."

"Hang on just a second baby girl, let me put you on speaker." Hitting a button he held the phone out for all to hear, "talk to us sweet thing."

The sound of fingers dancing on a keyboard greeted the group, "So we were able to identify not just one but two sets of finger prints on that letter, but none on the envelope." The key clicking increased for a second before, "Jinkes, it looks like the two hits were Val and Dr. Stone. Why would Amy have a letter at her house that has their finger prints on it?"

Val stepped out of she shower and wrapped herself tightly in the thick warm towel she had waiting for her. Whipping the condensation from the mirror she frowned at her reflection. The dark circles under her eyes looked worse then the night before. After brushing her hair and applying moisturizer she reviewed her self again. Being a multi-tasker and being able to sit still often didn't go hand in hand. Never before had a day taken quite this long to pass, not even a double 12 hours shift felt as long as today had. Turning away from the mirror she pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts for sleeping, and hung the towel on the back of the door. Turning the light off she opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Framed by the light coming from her bedroom stood the unmistakable outline of a man.