Chapter two here we go!

The BAU team and Sam drove to the plane and boarded. Even Garcia went with the team; they were headed to Toronto.

Technical Analysis Penelope Garcia was the light in the dark, being flamboyant and optimistic. She always lift the spirits of her team with one-liners, especially to Morgan. After hacking the FBI, they offered her a job when they realized how good she was, and she uses her skills to crack the toughest cases the BAU faced.

Sam looked at JJ thinking how much she looked like her sister. JJ looked at him back, feeling uneasy.

"Alright," Hotch said when he sat down and the plane started to fly off the ground. "Let's go over victimology."

"Fourty-three year old Rob Harris, African-American, married with two kids. Has a family-owned hardware store and fourty-five year old Nick Mitchell. Caucasion, divorced, no kids and worked as a subcontractor to a development agency," Reid stated.

"So two middle-aged guys working blue-collared jobs," Morgan said. "Different ethnicity, family background. Why's this Unsub so open?"

"Unsub?" Sam asked.

"Unknown subject," Reid informed him.

"He picked these men for a reason," JJ said. "But what he does to the victims is very specific. These cuts..."

"Yeah," Garcia stuttered when JJ showed her the picture. "Save that for when I'm not in the room." Sam smiled secretly to himself.

"Alright," Hotch said. "Morgan, JJ, you go to the medical examiner and find out about the weapon used. Rossi, Reid, you can go to the crime scene. Garcia, when we get to the SRU you can look into the victims. Sam, you'll introduce me to your team. Let's find out who did this."

When the plane landed, everyone got with JJ being the last. Sam grabbed her hand before she could move.

"Jenny," he said. "It's good to see you again."

"Maybe we can talk after the case is over. But don't tell Hotch or my team, they might think we'll get bias on each other."

Sam nodded his head as they left the plane. They all went to their locations. Hotch, Garcia and Sam went to the SRU to meet Team One. They got there and Sam led the way for the two agents. When they got there, the members of Team One were waiting around Winnie's desk, pacing and waiting for Sam's return. The first person to see him was Jules who brightened up when Sam walked in the room.

"Sarge," Sam called out. "This is Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner and Technical Analysis Garcia." Everyone shook hands and said hello.

"Two of our officers are at the crime scene," Greg said. "Constable Julianna Callaghan and Team One Leader Ed Lane." Sergeant Gregory Parker was the lead negotiator of Team One. He believed in talking before shooting and saw the good in people, despite the situation.

"Is this where your hub of computers are?" Garcia asked Spike who told her that he was the techie of their team.

"Yep," Spike replied happily. "Right here with Winnie."

Garcia escorted herself behind Winnie's desk and sat next to her. She said hello to Winnie and Winnie said hello back.

"What kind of system is this? Basic Canadian Police system?"

Winnie nodded. Garcia sighed and pulled out a USB plug from her bag and plugged it in where the USB plug was. The screens turned to Garcia's Linux-based system. She stated typing at the keyboards. Spike went behind the desk to see what Garcia was doing and was wide-eyed when he saw the system.

"Beautiful," he whispered to himself but loud enough for Garcia to hear.

"I know I am but I have to advise you that you're drooling on me."

"Ugh, sorry, I-I mean- I'm not saying you're not beautiful, I mean, you are but your system is amazing!"

"I can show you even more of my amazing powers Mr..." she found Spike's name on his uniform, "M. Scarlatti." She started to type. "Michelangelo Scarlatti. Born here in Toronto, Ontario. Parents born in Italy. Joined the SRU in 2005, received an award for bravery in the line of duty recently. Tech specialist, bomb expert and communications. Apparently you REALLY like Italian food according to your bank accounts. Italian food and light beer. So boring."

Spike was flabbergasted at how she found out so much about him in such little time. He looked up at Hotch and saw him break a tiny, tiny smile from the side if his mouth.

"Garcia," Hotch said breaking her fun.

"Right sir, sorry." She started to do research on the Toronto victims instead of Team One.

Morgan and JJ got to the M.E. office. They got to the room and saw the M.E. writing on a clip board, finishing up a report.

"Dr. Miller?" Morgan asked. She nodded. "Agent Morgan, this is Agent Jareau. FBI. We're here about Harris and Mitchell."

The M.E. went to the wall where bodies stayed and pulled out the two victims. "Both victims died of exsanguination. The cuts were efficient, made at the hip joint."

"Would somebody have to have a medical background to know how to do this?" JJ asked.

"They'd have to study the body to know where to joint actually is, but the cuts aren't surgical. I also got the report from Buffalo, I analysed the marks and they're the same. He used a single-tooth saw."

"Using a crude cutting?" JJ asked. "You think this guy would use something more efficient."

"Unless that's the point he's making," Morgan said. "Trying to destroy them on purpose. It's like he's trying to make a point. Thank you ma'am." They left the office and headed to the SRU.

Rossi and Reid went to Queen's Park, the crime scene. They got out of the SUVs and met up with Jules and Ed. Ed Lane was Team One's Leader, tactical planner, primary sniper and family man, married to his wife Sophie for twenty years and two kids, Clark and Izzy. Having the ability to shoot someone with a rifle as far as two kilometers away, gave him the respect as team leader.

Julianna Callaghan was the only female of Team One, but this didn't stop her, instead it pushed her to try harder, to prove to the male officers that even a woman could go on the best SWAT team in Toronto. Growing up on a farm in Alberta with her father and four brothers she grew up to be somewhat of a tomboy. She got her respect from her teammates from being a good sniper like Ed and Sam.

"Constable Callaghan?" Rossi called out. Jules heard her name being called and turned to see an older man and a skinny kid next to him. She called Ed and they walked over to the agents. "I'm Agent Rossi, this is Dr. Reid."

"Nice to meet you," Jules said shaking Rossi's hand but Reid didn't shake her hand. Ed, however, didn't shake hands with the agents but told them the situation.

"This is where Mitchell was found, barely five yards from where the first vic, Harris, was found."

"This place is isolated. He probably has some flaw, big or little, that he's ashamed of," Rossi profiled.

"How does he pick his victims?" Reid asked out loud.

"That's what we have to find out kid."

"Is this park occupied a lot?"

"The Royal Ontario Museum and the University of Toronto are nearby," Ed answered. "So people usually walk through the park if they live on the other side of town."

"He probably grew up here to know how busy this place can get," Reid answered. "He most likely came here at night to dump the body."

"So he's from here?" Jules asked

"It's possible," Rossi answered. "Let's go to SRU to tell the others what we learned."

Jules went over to Reid and tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey kid," she called out to him. "What does that guy mean when he said the killer has a flaw?"

"When someone usually dumps a body in an isolated area, it tells us that he is ashamed of something about himself," Reid replied. "A crime scene can tell us a lot about the Unsub." Jules looked confused. "Unsub is short for unknown subject. The blond-haired guy had the same face you did."

Jules smiled because she knew he was talking about Sam. "How old are you?"

"I'm thirty."

"How did you get into the FBI?"

"I'm a proven genius, having an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and I can read up to 20,000 words a minute." Jules stared at him in amazement.

"Jules," Ed yelled at her, "time to go." She snapped back into reality and her and Reid got in the SUV and drove to the SRU.

Everyone got back to the SRU headquarters and anyone that needed introducing made theirs.

"Sarge," Raf said. "Rob Harris' wife's here." Rafik Rousseau was the newest member of Team One, still learning the ropes, but catching on quickly. Although a bit reckless at times, he is ambitious to learn from the veterans of his team.

"Thank you Raf," Sarge said. "Agent Hotchner would you like to join me?"

"Of course," Hotch said and they both went to the briefing room to talk to the victim's wife. Morgan went over to Garcia to see her progress.

"Baby girl how's it going?"

"Chocolate Thunder I have loads of info on our vics. The first, Rob Harris owned the hardware store for most of his life. He inherited it after his father died. Seemed that the store wasn't making a big profit. Any money he made he spent on bills, any left over was on his family. He seemed like a nice guy. Now the other guy, on the other hand Nick Mitchell, was a subcontractor that looked like he cleared any land he could get his hands on. And by the lawyer bills he was fighting his wife with the divorce settlement. Jerk."

"Thank you Mama," he flirted with her.

"Mrs. Harris?" Greg asked the woman sitting in the chair, sobbing. She nodded, "I'm Sergeant Greg Parker of the Strategic Response Unit, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner of the FBI. We're investigating your husband's death."

Mrs. Harris was sobbing in the chair but managed to get out, "Thank you. How can I help?"

"We'd like to know more about your husband," Hotch said. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"I saw him the day before he..." she couldn't say the word 'die'. "He left the same time he always does to go to the hardware store. He loved working there and everyone loved him, as corny as that sounds."

"So you're husband had a routine that was the same everyday?"

"Yes. He kissed the kids goodbye, told them he loved them and said goodbye to me. He's a good father."

"Mrs. Harris," Greg asked. "Is there anyone that had a problem with him? An unsatisfied customer or a neighbour who held a grudge?"

"No, no one," she sniffled out. "He worked hard and always comes home, he'd tell me if there was someone troubling him."

"Thank you ma'am."

They escorted Mrs. Harris to the door and met up with the others at Winnie's desk.

"What did you find out?" Hotch asked.

"Even though he managed to severe the bone from the hip," Morgan said, "the job was crude. He knows how to amputate properly but we think he does a hack job on purpose."

"He probably wants his victims to feel as much pain as possible."

"But when he'd start to cut, he would have hit major arteries in the leg, even before hitting the bone, and they would've gone into shock," Reid said. "Maybe he wants them to feel the life leave them through their legs?"

"Rossi, what did you find out?" Hotch asked.

"The park is occupied a lot during the day so he had to have dumped the body at night so no one would see him," Rossi informed him.

"What were the other crime scenes like?" Hotch asked.

"We called the police in Buffalo and they sent us pictures," Reid said turning to Rossi to pull out his tablet. "The crime scenes were all in parks."

"So he has to dump them in parks?" Jules asked. "Why?"

"It's his signature," Rossi answered her. "Something that's important to him, but not to the actual crime."

"So he's a sadist?" Ed asked.

"If cutting their legs off isn't sadistic," Spike said, "I don't know what is."

"Ew!" Garcia popped out. "Please don't say that."

"Don't mind him Baby Girl," Morgan petting her gently. "He just don't know you like I do."

"Mmm," she smiled at her tall, dark and handsome hero.

Somewhere in Toronto:

Tim Hankel woke up in a haze, trying to remember what happened to him. Last he remembered, he was walking from his apartment and was driving on a secluded road to his job when his car broke down. He got out and was ready to check the engine when someone in a pickup drove next to him. He recognized the driver and asked for help. The driver got out and looked in the engine when he pulled a gun on Tim. He told him to get into the driver's seat of his truck and drive. The man held the gun to Tim's neck, keeping a sharp eye on him as he drove to the location. When they got there, the man hit Tim in the head with the gun and that was the last thing Tim remembered. He tried moving but he saw that his wrists and ankles were bound. He saw the man standing over him, holding an ax in his hand.

"Toby? Toby Tucker? Is that you?" Tim asked.

"Why did you sell the land to that company?" Toby was very angry when saying this. "It was my pop's and you just went and sold it! All those trees didn't have to go!"

He grabbed the ax with both hands and raised it over his head. He swung it down and hit Tim's leg. Tim cried out in pain as blood came rushing out of the wound. The ax had blood all over it when he raised it again. He hit Tim's wound again and he hit the bone this time. Tim cried out in pain again as an artery was hit this time. Blood was pulsing out of him, he begged him to stop.

"I begged them not to cut the trees down but they didn't listen to me. Why should I listen to you?" He continued to slice Tim's leg until the bone was cut and the leg was completely severed. Toby went to the other leg as he whacked at it until it was severed off and Tim eventually died on the table.

Like I said, gory scenes. Sorry for the delay, I was trying to write something good. Chapter Three I hope to write soon.