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The Profile

"Thank you for speaking with us." Hotch said as Mr. and Mrs. Davis preceded him from the little interrogation room.

"Just find the monster that killed my baby." Mrs. Davis demanded, tears tracking down her cheeks.

"Now Dorothy, these men are doing the best they can." Mr. Davis said thickly.

"Don't try to placate me Robert. We sit around and talk and now one does anything." She said, her tone rising as they entered the hallway to the bullpen.

"I know it doesn't seem like we are out there looking, but all the information you give us about your son helps."

"I'm sorry Mr. Hotchner," Dorothy Davis began. "I don't think you understand what it's like to lose a child."

Hotch stopped short of entering the bullpen where Detective Docks and his men were waiting with the parents of the other victims accept for Ms LaSalle.

"You're right I don't know what it's like, but I do know that we won't stop until we find the one responsible.

"Agent Hotchner, Mrs. Bailey and Mr. Perry said that their sons were using a dating service called romance dot com." Detective Docks said.

"Did your son have a membership to a dating web site?" Hotch asked the Davis's.

Mr. Davis pinched the bridge of his nose. "He'd just finished his graduate schooling. He had his own place and he didn't tell us if he was thinking of trying to find someone through a dating site."

"I told him never to join those sites." Mrs. Davis said, standing tall as though daring Hotch to disagree with her. "I said it wasn't safe for anyone no matter what kind of privacy they have."

"You couldn't protect him forever Dot." Mr. Davis said putting an arm around her. "He was a grown man."

"You don't understand because you're not his mother." She shouted, and then burst into angry sobs.

"I need to take her home." Mrs. Davis said. "Are we done here?" He pleaded as everyone stared.

"Yes…" Hotch said, his dark eyes kind. "You can take her home.

Mr. Davis, a very large man with thinning grey hair, led his wife away in the momentary silence of the bullpen.

"Please," Hotch addressed the other parents. "Go home and get some rest. We will contact you when we find the person responsible.

The parents, ruined shadows of pain, shuffled past Hotch and Detective Docks to the double doors at the front of the precinct. A sharp stab of grief and pain, that he thought he'd buried away for one o'clock in the morning when he couldn't sleep or gloomy Sunday afternoons, pushed past his defenses for a few miserable seconds. He clamped down on it and turned to see Reid, Emily, Rossi and Morgan entering at the same time.

"I have something that might help us." Reid said with the light of some good news in his eyes.

"I do too," Emily added with a sideways look at Reid.

"We ran into Ms. LaSalle at the morgue. She was very upset and mistook Reid for her son. She fainted, so I left him there to talk to her. I did speak with Dr. Singh and he had some interesting news for me."

"I talked to Ms. LaSalle," Reid stepped into the gap after Emily's declaration. "Carl LaSalle was a member of a dating web site."

"Romance dot com," Hotch interjected.

Reid's eyebrows went into his forehead. "How did you know sir?" His tone suggested that he was very disappointed that his surprise was ruined.

"According to the parents of Kenneth Perry and Justin Bailey, they were members of the same site."

"Call Garcia, I want her to go through their computers and find out about the women they matched to on the site." Hotch told Reid.

Reid pulled out his phone as they all headed back to the conference room. "Dr. Singh found that all the victims had the sedative Diazepam in their blood work, along with a fair amount of alcohol."

Hotch shut the door to the conference room. "So the un-sub drugged them."

"Giving strength to Reid's theory that the un-sub could be a woman, she doesn't have the strength to control men, the sedative gives her that power." Rossi suggested.

"Dr. Singh also found a small fragment of fabric inside the clenched right hand of Carl LaSalle." Emily informed them as Reid finished his call to Garcia.

"She's on it…" He said taking his chair next to Morgan.

"What kind of fabric?" Hotch asked.

Emily removed a photograph from a file folder Reid hadn't noticed she carried. "It looks like a piece of clothing."

The photograph showed a brightly colored piece of fabric that looked torn at the edges. "Is that blood?" Morgan asked pointing to drops of crimson on the orange, pink and royal blue fabric.

"Yes… The coroner is testing it to see if it matches to Carl LaSalle or maybe the un-sub." Emily confirmed. "She found some scratches on the victim's body that look like marks from restraints."

"That's consistent with the other victims." Hotch said. "Good… If we can get a DNA tie in to Carl LaSalle, then we might be able to ID the un-sub if she's in the system."

"So we're saying it's a woman." Rossi asked.

"Yes… Detective Docks and some of the officers here talked to the doctors on Garcia's list. All of them have alibis for the nights in question."

"Dr. Singh said that the dismemberment showed some skill, not like a talented surgeon, but some skill."

Okay, I think we're ready to give the profile." Hotch led them out of the conference room to the bullpen.

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"This un-sub is female." Hotch said to the group of cops and detectives in the bullpen. "She's between the ages of twenty and thirty and white. She has some level of medical training. Check the universities."

"Couldn't she be a butcher?" One cop asked as the others snickered. "I mean the bodies are pretty chopped up."

"Nice thinking Martinez," one of the female cops chided, "You come up with that all on your own."

"We can't rule out anything. Check the angle." Hotch suggested with a glower.

"Why do you think she's a woman?" Another female cop asked.

"Women don't kill for sexual motives." Reid began, his long fingers stabbing at the air as he spoke. "These men weren't sexually assaulted. In addition, they were drugged and restrained, which speaks to a small man that doesn't think he can control them, or a woman. She's removing the heart from them post mortem. The hearts are the only piece of the body we haven't found. The bodies are dismembered, but I think that's more for the ease in dumping the body then anything else."

"She appears to strive for maximum pain from her victims." Hotch added.

"We also know that the all the victims except one used a dating service. We're confirming that as we speak." Rossi included.

"One out of five relationships begins online these days." Reid added. "The heart is a symbol of love so we think that this woman maybe getting revenge on someone that hurt her."

"That's a little extreme, don't you think." The first female officer asked.

"Again, a valid point," Emily said. "She may have been in an abusive relationship and she feels this is the only way she can prove her dominance."

"Isn't it unusual for a woman to torture like that?" A young officer with straw blond hair and blue eyes asked from the back of the room.

Most of the eyes turned on him. "What? I went to a profiling seminar a couple of years ago."

"He's right. It is unusual for a woman to express this kind of rage. Nothing is impossible, though," Hotch, cautioned them. "Keep your eyes open."

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Morgan's phone rang just as they returned to their meeting room. "What'cha got for me sweetness?"

He put her on speakerphone as they gathered around the table. "I get a gold star," She began. "Using the IP addressed the good Detective Docks sent me, I was able to get into their business and find that all the victims did have memberships to the dating web site."

"You are my Goddess." Morgan enthused.

"Do you have a list of their matches?" Hotch asked.

Her enthusiastic tone lost a little of its upbeat tone. "No… I'm still trying to get past the web site security."

"Just call them and explain what we need." Hotch said. "There privacy issues are void because these men are dead."

"I tried boss, they wouldn't cooperate. I'll get in or get a warrant, which ever comes first."

"Keep trying and in the mean time," Hotch said. "I think I have a better idea."

Morgan said goodbye and flipped his phone shut. "What's the plan?" He asked as the rest of the team watched in silence.

"She has a very specific type." Hotch said. "I think we need to play to her fantasy and I know just how we can do it."

"How are we going to do that?" Reid asked.

The team glanced around at each other and smirked. "Oh, I think the bait Hotch has in mind will prove irresistible to her." Emily told him.