A/N: Chapter 4 is up! Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing, I appreciate it. Hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS does! I own Cameron Mansfield though.

Cameron put her hands on her hips and scowled at the closed door in front of her. This was their final stop before heading back to the police station, and to put it mildly, it wasn't going well.

She banged loudly on the door again, "Doctor! We have a warrant you know." There was no reply.

Reid frowned tightly and shrugged in Cameron's direction. She rolled her eyes skyward, "You're FBI, I think you should kick the door in."

He squinted and shook his head, "You must have me confused with Morgan."

She gave a small smile, and turned the knob, "Would you look at that, its open." She opened the door and walked in.

The doctor didn't look up from transcribing his sessions, "I told you we're closed, come back tomorrow."

Reid raised an eyebrow, "Do you really want to obstruct a Federal investigation?"

Cameron looked around the room observing the family photos. She sat down in a chair across from his desk.

"Can I help you?" He asked in an irritated tone.

"Pretty sure you already know the answer to that."

He kept right on transcribing, she didn't bother to delve into why he was so reluctant to help. "What if it was one of your daughters?"

The doctor's face softened and he looked at her for several seconds and then, without speaking, tossed the keys for the filing cabinet to Reid.

"Thank you."

Back at the Skidmore police station a couple of hours had passed and the team was still combing through records. Everyone was physically and mentally exhausted.

Hotch rubbed his head, "Listen up, I think we need to start sleeping in shifts."

The team looked up from their files groggily, they knew there was no point in arguing; they all needed sleep.

"Half of you go to the motel and sleep for three or four hours and thenswitch." Hotch looked at the team.

"I'll stay." Cameron volunteered quickly.

"Hotch I could use a few hours sleep." J.J. spoke up honestly.

Morgan and Reid both admitted that they needed to leave as well. Reid looked sicker then before and Morgan was looking drained.

Hotch turned to Emily, "Prentiss, you okay to stay for a while longer?"

Emily nodded and Hotch turned to the three departing agents, "We'll see you in a few hours, rest up and keep your cell phones on."

As J.J, Morgan and Reid left, Hotch got on his cell phone and Emily and Cameron combed through some more records.

"I'm surprised." Emily stated not looking up from the files.

"Oh," Cameron hadn't spoken to Emily much, "by what?"

"That you stayed. You've never done this before, it's tiring work. People don't adapt to this type of schedule quickly."

"I'm fine, I don't need to sleep very much, I've had my fair share of practice with late nights."

"It's also kind of weird that Reid left. Normally he has to stay into a mystery is solved, he hates leaving things unfinished."

This reinforced Cameron's worries, "It might be… well he wasn't feeling well earlier."

"Oh, I see." Emily didn't buy this as the whole story, and Cameron knew for a fact that it wasn't the whole story.

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Reid sat on the bathroom floor of his motel room, his messenger back at his feet. He couldn't work like this, he had to do it. He needed it. He knew it was up to him to help find the UnSub and he couldn't do it when he was sick like this.

He allowed the sickening peaceful release of the drugs to consume him and he stopped shaking, he started to fall into a haze. He crawled weakly to his bed, exhausted. He would allow the instant effects to wear off in his sleep. Then he would be fine to go back to work. Everything should feel better now, and physically it did.

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Cameron closed the last file and dropped her head to the table in frustration. Emily sighed, "Another dead end Hotch, we got nothing."

Cameron lifted her head, "Wrong again. How could we be wrong again? It just made…" Her eyes were blurring in frustration.

Hotch cut her off, "It happens, you try to get it right but they get away from you now and then. This is a very sick individual with a twisted mind, no wonder he's hard to find."

Sick. He's sick, with an actual illness, not a mental illness. A… medical illness. The wheels in Cameron's mind began to turn and she jumped up suddenly. "Hotch!" This outburst startled the exhausted officers. "I need to call Garcia."

Hotch picked up the phone and dialed her office number, "Why? Did you find something?"

She took the receiver, "No, but I just realized something, we were—" she was interrupted by Garcia's voice on the other line.

"Hello, Garcia? This is Cameron Mansfield, you met me yesterday?"

'Of course kitty cat, what can I do for you?'

"Remember the hospitals you found for us today? Well I need you to go back into the database and run a search for me. Look up syphilis cases in male patients, focus on the older ones, ten or twenty years ago, alright?"

'It's as good as done. Her royal greatness will get back to you in less then five minutes.'

Hotch and Emily were still trying to decrypt what she was getting at, "Cameron what're you thinking?" Emily asked.

"Spencer and I were wrong, but we were on the right track. You see, when I worked with the NYPD I remember hearing about this case. This man had neurosyphilis, but it was left untreated and it started to eat away at parts of his brain. This happened rapidly and when it did… he lost complete control."

Hotch's eyes widened, "You think an STD started all this?"

"We'll have to wait and see if Garcia finds anything. But if it's happened before, it will happen again. Isn't that the very nature of profiling?"

Emily and Hotch both nodded. "So this type of syphilis can manifest this way, like a psychiatric condition?" Emily asked.

Cameron nodded, "And it's progression would probably mimic a psych patient going off their meds. Look, I know it's a long shot but—" She was interrupted by a telephone ring.

'You're gonna love me for this.'

Cameron smiled, "Good news?"

'Only the best for you. Martin Luna, a 37 year old man, total loner, he fits the profile. I'm faxing you his medical records as we speak.'

"Penelope, you are…just terrific." That woman was a magician with the computer.

'Don't I know it. Here if you need me.'

She hung up the phone and walked over to the ancient fax machine, "We have a new lead, Garcia's faxing me his medical history."

"Cameron this seems like a long shot, maybe we should look—"

"Shh! Just listen, Martin Luna aged 37. In college he was bounced out of the clinic with script for penicillin after his STD panel came back positive for Syphilis. Pharmaceutical logs showed that he never filled that prescription and never sought treatment after that."

"Bit of a stretch don't you think?" Hotch asked dubiously.

"Let's hope not. Give me a second to finish. He fits the rest of the profile, never married, no children. He just moved to the neighboring town two months ago and is collecting unemployment. And, get this, he's a registered sex offender. He did two years for possession for child pornography."

"Wait, he's not a pedophile?" Emily asked.

"He probably dabbles in all aspects of that twisted world, a lot of preferential pedophiles do." Cameron turned to Hotch, "You should call the others, this could be our guy."

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Reid J.J. and Morgan arrived at the police station and the whole team and the Skidmore police department went straight to the address Garcia had provided for Martin Luna.

The FBI agents got out of the car and donned their vests Cameron hopped out but Hotch stopped her. "Cameron, you aren't an FBI agent and you don't carry a gun. Stay in the car until we secure the apartment, understand?"

Cameron saluted smartly, "Yes sir." She watched from the car as the team entered the building.

Hotch banged several times on the door but no one answered, Hotch nodded towards Morgan, "We have reason to enter, Clarissa could be in there."

Morgan kicked in the door, holding his gun out in front of him, the rest of the team followed suit. It didn't take long to secure the apartment, it was a small, one room apartment that looked like it hadn't seen a vacuum in a while.

"He's gone. No sign of the girl either."

Hotch signaled out the window to let Cameron know it was all clear. "Where do you think he took her?"

"I don't know… Where else could he go?" Morgan said picking up a stack of paper with dark circular scribbles on them.

J.J. looked over his shoulder, "What the hell is that supposed to be?" Morgan shook his head.

Cameron cleared her throat, "I don't think he brought Clarissa here." The team eyed her curiously. "Look, newspapers delivered through the mail slot, still by the door and there's one in there that's six days old. He probably hasn't been here in a week."

Reid walked over and picked up the stack of mail, "Think we have the wrong guy?"

Cameron shook her head, "No, who would just disappear and leave everything here?"

Morgan held up the scribbled on pages, "Who does this? This guy must be whacked out of his gourd."

Hotch and Emily were searching the bedroom for some sort of clue to where he went. "I'm gonna call Garcia and see if she can dig up any more dirt on this scumbag." Morgan left the apartment with cell phone in hand.

Cameron wandered over to the coffee table, and started looking through the stack of crazy papers. Reid was still standing in the kitchen, opening cupboards and sifting through drawers.

She glanced quickly in his direction, he had some color back in his face. It was a little suspicious and she tiredly rubbed her neck, "You look like you're feeling better."

Reid stammered, "Uh, oh yeah, the sleep helped. I think it was what I needed." Great, I'm lying again, that's just perfect. "How about you? You must be pretty tired."

Cameron blinked a few times, "Nope, I'm fine."

"Oh."

Hotch and Emily re-entered the living room, "We couldn't find anything that tells us where he went." Emily sighed, "But we did find pictures of the first two kids that went missing."

Morgan stood in the doorway shaking his head, "If we don't know where he is then we have to send out a search party to find this son of a bitch."

Hotch nodded, "I'll talk to Officer Malcolm about calling in auxiliary officers to help us look, we should split up and cover the rural areas between towns."

"No, no search party." Charlie entered the apartment behind Morgan. "We found Clarissa a couple towns over."

Cameron stood up, "Was Martin with her?" He shook his head.

"Oh, God." Cameron saw the grim look on Charlie's face.

They all accepted the reality that finding the victim without the suspect was universally, very bad. This case was no different.

Hotch finally spoke, "We need to get out there. We'll deal with her parents afterwards, her body is our only source of new evidence." Hotch, J.J., Morgan and Emily filed out of the room along with Officer Malcolm.

Cameron bit the inside of her cheek and sat down on the couch with her head in her hands. Reid cautiously sat beside her, "You seem upset…Are you okay?"

She shook her head without removing it from her hands.

Nice one Reid, of course she's upset. "We still have to find Clarissa's killer. It's not over yet."

She forced herself to look up, "That's funny, it feels like it is."

He rapidly shook his head, "No, no, it's not. He's in a psychotic break of sorts, and if we don't work fast he could take down multiple victims. It's hard, but you can't lose hope."

Cameron took a deep breath and looked up, "Isn't that what I told Clarissa's parents?"

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