Thank you to all my new reviewers. I might not be able to update often because I have exams and whatnot. Being in school sucks but nothing I can do about it. Anyway enjoy this next chapter and sorry if it's quite bad but I'm writing this at midnight. Insomnia, you don't want it. Oh and missy139 I hope I'm improving in this chapter because I really tried hard on this one.

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Everyone went back to the hotel at 10 after trying to figure out who the note could be talking about. Forensics couldn't get any prints and Reid couldn't get any useful hints out of the context.

In his room Reid was getting very frustrated. He just couldn't figure out who the note was about. The unsub had change his MO completely just to deliver this note. How could a sexual sadist have this much self-control to kill without torture? Reid got in the shower for 10 minutes to try and clear his head. As he was showering he heard a small thump, but decided to ignore concluding that it's a busy hotel and people could just be walking around outside his room. He turned off the water, grabbed sweat pants and a top and climbed into bed. He fell asleep thinking about the theory of relativity, hoping that tomorrow someone would be able to decipher the note.

Reid awoke but he had a bad feeling he couldn't shake. He still was no closer to figuring out the note either. The bedside clock read 7:00 so he settled down again in bed for an extra 10 minutes to see if something would come to him. He didn't like this case one bit.

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He followed him home. After watching him get his coffee he drove home to fix the nooks and cranny's in his 'room' as he calls it and then drove back to LAPD to observe his prize while he works. He watched the agent closely but could only catch glimpses of him through the window, when he did seem him though his whole body trembled with anticipation. At 21:45 he wondered if they were ever going to stop working. His silent question was answered 15 minutes later when he saw them clamber into the jet black SUV's and drive to the hotel.

He saw which floor and room his prize was staying in. He heard the water switch on. This is my chance! He thought. He knocked out the janitor when he walked passed and shoved him in the supply closet, before leaving him there he swiped the master key and heading off to floor 4, room 156. He slipped the key in the lock and snuck in. He saw his prizes' go bag on the floor by the bed, crept over to it and rummaged through until he found his credentials. SSA DR Spencer Reid it read. He thought about the name over and over again especially the doctor part wishing he could just take him right now, but he had more control than that. He hoped.

He had a look to see if there was anything else worth searching but decided that since he was in a hotel he isn't going to pack anything to personal. He wished that his prize wasn't on a case now, ironically a case about him, so he could explore his home. He realised he was pushing time and in his eagerness to leave banged his ankle on the bed post. Stifling a groan of pain he half walked half limped out the room hoping Spencer didn't become to suspicious. That would ruin his plan. He walked back to his car, the pain having now subsided, and slid in. He watched the window, while twisting a sharp knife in his had that he always kept spare in the glove compartment, he could barely control himself.

"See you soon Spence." He whispered to himself as he drove away

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All the team had met at the police station to start fresh. They decided to ignore the note for now and focus on victimology.

"I just can't see anything linking these victims together" Prentiss all but shouted. "How are we ever gonna find this guy."

Nobody answered her silent question but as Reid was looking at their information, something dawned on him. He called Garcia and placed her on loud speaker.

"Hello boys and girls. I was about to call you and be the bearer of bad news. No similar cases In the last five to ten years. Sorry my lovelies for my long, awaited reply but Straus had me do some work for another team whose TA is sick. I might bake him some cookies but anyway what can I do for ya?"

"Hey Garcia, can you see if any of the victims have been to the hairdressers lately?"

"Well done boy genius. They have all been to the hairdressers for the same style as well, well if you split them into girls and boys. They all went for-"

"Wavy hair extensions right, for the girls?"

"Oui, Oui but can we get two for two. The boys went for?

"Dry cut?"

"Congrats. I have to go now though. Straus is coming again. Eugh I'm seeing too much of this woman. Goodbye my doves return home soon" and with that the phone call ended.

Everyone looked at Reid, waiting for him to elaborate on his theory. He began to explain,

"All the girls went to the hairdressers and got their extensions. All the boys get their hair shorter but their hair was already quite long so after the cut it, it looked like mine. The girl's hair was short but after the extensions it became mid-length. They do look similar but it's very discrete. This is the pattern, the unsub must have of had a bad experience with someone with similar hair to the victims. That would have been the trigger."

Reid finished the explanation and was slightly breathless. There was a short silence before Hotch spoke,

"Well done Reid. I think you have found the connection."

"Does that mean I can go and get a coffee, I feel caffeine deprived?"

Hotch nodded and Reid walked the three blocks to the coffee shop because there was no way he was drinking the crappy PD coffee. As he was walking out fumbling with the change in his hand he heard a muffled groan. He peeked round the corner and saw a man lay on the floor of an alleyway.

"Sir, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Reid ran to the man and helped him up.

At first the man looked grateful but then his expression change and the next thing Reid knew there was a blinding pain in his head and then the darkness took him.

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Please tell me the truth of whether it's bad or good. I can take it, I hope What's going to happen to poor Reid? I'm evil, I know but Reid will escape. Maybe not made up my mind.