A/N. So, here goes writing after not writing in almost 3 months! As promised, updated by Sunday!

Morgan looked around the room. What happened here? Why this particular victim? Why this particular time?Why, why, why? He glanced at the crime photos in the case file, then at the room again. 'This is where the couch went. He must have sat her on it when he… injured her. There is too much blood on this otherwise' he thought inwardly.

"He sits his victims on the couches, or whatever furniture is around here." He said to Hotch and Reid.

"Yeah, that makes sense. There's a lot of blood in here, a lot of his. The CSI's don't have any leads on who he is, and they've got everyone on this case." Hotch said.

"Aren't they worried about to many cooks?" Morgan asked as he walked over to where there was a definite outline where her gun and badge were in blood. "What happened to her badge and gun?"

"According to the report, the weren't here." Reid said.

Morgan groaned. "Great. So the son of a bitch has credentials and a gun. Are there any gun casings here?"

"Yes. There were two. From her own gun." Said an unfamiliar voice.

"Mac Taylor. I'm sorry we're not meeting under happier circumstances." Hotch held out his hand. "These are two of my team members, Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid." He indicated each person,
"Mac Taylor." Mac said, then turned around.

Reid was profiling Mac since he walked in the room. He seemed beyond concerned for a co-worker, more like concerned for a lover. Where they having a relationship? Is this a missing key to the puzzle?
"Were you and Stella having a relationship prior to her abduction?"

"No. What? Yes. Wait, why?"
"I think it may be important. Were you and the congresswoman involved as well?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, we were. Briefly." He replied shortly.

"We need a complete list of all the wom… people you were involved with." Hotch said slowly.

"Yes, all the women. I'll have that list compiled for you by noon."

Rossi walked into Stella's bedroom, and looked around. It was neat, tidy and organized. Very lab like, he thought. He began to open drawers and look for journals, or diaries. There was a log-type looking book, of which he opened and found only some case notes that she seemed to have made during the nights when she couldn't sleep. Making mental notes to have Reid read these notes; he put it in an evidence bag. Continuing to look through the drawers, he saw a notebook, and flipped through it, looking for anything that may catch his eye. Noticing a number, maybe a phone number, circled numerous times in red ink, he looked back to that page. It was a phone number.

Walking downstairs, he walked into Mac, who looked stunned.

"Does this phone number have any relevance to anything?"
"Yes. That's my number, but that's not Stella's writing, or mine. And neither of us uses red ink… for anything."

A/N: Sorry guys. It's pretty short. But I kind of ran out of ideas for now.
Message me with any you guys have! I'd love to hear your ideas 