[ok, and another chap, yay!^^ it may be shorter or longer than others, but hey, at least I added in another day. Now, I'm sure that I probably miss-spelled once or twice, since I tried to write this next chapter today, and I would ask you to please inform me if I did, in a review, and I'll try and get to it. I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR IT CHARACTERS, JUST MINE! Read, enjoy, review!^^]

"So, what ya got for me, Garcia?" Morgan asked, on the phone once again.

"Me, sweet heart." She told him, a smile in her voice and making him smile. "And, I have narrowed it down to three men. One is a Frank Johnson. Thirty-nine, kinda muscular He was charged with rap thirteen years ago and was just let out last year. I was thinking it may be him, but then you said that he…enjoys other things better then…that." She cleared her throat; he knew she was uncomfortable with talking about anything like that. "So, I went on to the next creepidy creep." Morgan heard typing and then, "Gordon Samuels. Thirty, bit of an eater. He was charged with assault and battery yeeeeaars ago and seems to have cooled down since his release. Emphasis on seems to. And the last man who seemed to have a criminal history AND Bella's car was a Jason Mark. He's about fifty by now, but he was sent to jail for beating a young woman and a boy who turned out to be their son. The girl was a prostitute apparently and he'd use her a lot, ended up forcing her to stay with him because, I guess one time, they weren't so safe and she ended up having a child. A boy. One day, she disappears; tired of being beaten by the man, so he turned to his son. He took out his anger and need for violence on his son. The woman files a report on him and mister beaty went to jail for at least fifteen years (his son going into the custody of his mother, since he was still fifteen), but was released last year. I called around to see if anyone living around his house has seen him doing anything mysterious or questionable and, ding, ding, ding, they said no ones seen him much, so do we think he's sneaking around, stealing women?"

"Maybe. We'll check'em out. Where's he-"

"How dare you ask?" she said in mock surprise. "You should know I've already sent the location to your phone. Anything else I can do you, my darlings?"

"You are on it woman. Yes, just check anything and everything out you can about the woman who had filed the charges."

"On it, my sweet. Good luck." She said and hung up.

"So?" Reid asked, standing now, ready.

"We may have our guy. I'll call the others, you start the car." Morgan was already dialing Hotch's number as Reid was grabbing the keys.

Once they were in the car, Morgan was filling the rest of the team in on their possible suspect.

"And she filed charges on him and he was sent to jail for twenty years. He was let out last year, around the time of the killings. He used to beat the woman who filed the charges, and his accidental son. So, maybe he wants revenge for being sent to jail? His anger releases were gone (the woman's either long gone or dead, still waiting for Garcia. And the son's with Jason's mother), so he takes it out on the women who remind him of the prostitute." He told them as Reid started the car, checking his own phone to see where to go.

"Does the prostitute have any resemblance to the victims?" Hotch asked.

"I'll get Garcia on that. So, do we think it's him?"

"It sounds like it could be him. A lot of it fits." Morgan heard J.J. say from the background say.

"Maybe." Hotch said hesitantly. "I'm just not sure. It doesn't seem like much of a stressor…"

"Well, we'll see when we get there." Rossi said from Reid's speaker phone. "Me and Prentiss just have to finish up with this father and we'll be on our way."

"How's that going? Anything new or different?"

"Well, the family before him seemed no different than the Temple's or the Clearwater's. Loving family with a daughter who was becoming a woman, began doing things like drinking or smoking, a family fight eventually erupted. It's like he looks for that exact type and then waits for her to break away completely from her parents. It seems he can't take them if they aren't just like that. Do you think that maybe the prostitute broke away from her family before she started seeing him?"

"Maybe. We're on our way out, can you send us the-" there was beep and Hotch stopped. "Never mind… How do you think Garcia does that?"

Morgan laughed. "My girl."

"Alright, we just got it too." Rossi said. "I'm going to help Prentiss finish up with the father and then we'll be there."

"Alright." They all said and there were clicks as they all hung up.

"Do you feel the same as Hotch?" Reid said, feeling unsure now. "You know, when he said he wasn't sure about the stressor?"

"Well, I didn't think about until he said it, but now I'm wondering that, too. What about you?" Morgan said, looking at his friend as he drove. He noticed his hands were clenching a bit on the steering wheel.

"I'm just hoping this isn't a waist of our time."

"Ms. Helms?" Sara asked, lying on the hay as I sat on the floor. She needed a comfortable place more than me.

"You can call me Alice, sweetie." I chuckled, though it was halfheartedly.

"A-Alice? What…do you think my parents are thinking or doing right now….?" She looked away from me.

My heart hurt for her. She was so lost, no one was understanding her, and now this and she's so scared.

"I mean, you think they're going to be looking for me when they realize I'm missing or if they won't really be surprised I'm missing?" she asked and I could tell she was near tears, holding them back, not wanting to cry in front of me again probably. "…I wouldn't blame that much if they didn't..."

"Sara, trust me, once they figure out your missing, they'll be doing everything they can. That or you'll be back before they can really worry."

"Back?" she said disbelievingly. "What makes you think I'll be back? This guys going to hurt us, isn't he? His killed women, hasn't he? That's what you told me before…."

"Sara, you are going to go back to you family, if I have anything to do with it. I…have a friend. He's on the team with the people looking for the guy who took you and me and I know he's great at his job and so are his friends. It may take a few days, but I know he'll find us and in the mean time, I won't let anything happen to you. Ok? You just need to stay strong for me, ok? Can you do that?"

She watched me for a moment, a few tears escaping her eyes and I almost wanted to cry too, seeing her so scared. She nodded then.

Just then, we heard the clinking of the chains on the barn door and then they swung open and then closed as the man came in, smiling.

"You think you're boyfriend will catch me, huh?"

"I know he will." I said, standing and ignoring the stabs of pain as I did. I looked back at Sara, who was climbing higher on the haystack and I made sure I would be well in his way.

"Keep believing that. And you," he said towards Sara, who cringed. "you can go ahead and keep believing this piece of trash'll protect you. But she won't. She'll break by tonight and then I'll be going after you."

I heard Sara breathing in and out deeply and fast. "Hey, hill-billy." I said and he glared at me. "I thought I was your toy for now."

He smiled then. "You are." And then he swung at me and I heard Sara scream, worried.

I tried to kick him in the stomach but he just moved and kicked me in the back. I lay on the ground in pain for a moment, but heard his feet shuffling and Sara whimpering and jumped up as he was heading at her. I charged at him, summing up as much strength as I could and then I tackled him.

"You stay away from her, son of a bitch!"

[I know this is short, but I had to cut it short. Anyways, review! Next chap coming right after!]