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Chapter 3:

Leigh POV;

I can't believe it! I lost that years ago, a man stoke it from me- oh no. I think I know, well, not KNOW, the unsub, but I've met him. Shit. That's not good.

"What?" Morgan asked, "It's just a book," Oh, he wasn't ready for my next answer at all, "It's the book a man stole from me a few years ago." "How do you know it's the same one?"

I grabbed the book from Prentiss and opened up the first page, I looked in the bottom right corner and there it was; my name. I showed her the book and pointed to my name, 'Brianna L. Leigh' it was written in handwriting.

"I lost the same exact book, well, technically not lost, but the book got stolen from me, from a man I know. I'm pretty sure that he's the unsub. But, why does he have to take this personally? I have never actually MET him before." I thought out loud.

"That's… weird. How does he know that you joined the FBI?" Morgan asked. I… I actually, don't know… I mean, what did I do that was so bad to this guy? I haven't even met him before.

"We should go tell Hotch about this, you should try to describe this man," Morgan said, walking out of the trailer and into the SUV. I sighed, following him.

Third persons POV;

Reid was looking at all of the victims' bodies very carefully, to see the unsub signature, but couldn't find one, yet. He looked closely at the marks on the legs, the arms, the neck, but their just marks. Tiny scratches, showing signs of guilt, remorse.

Reid thought, 'this doesn't seem personal, because he shows remorse, but why show remorse, when you are still going to kill them?' Prentiss, Leigh, and Morgan walked through the doors.

"Got anything?" Leigh asked Reid, who was looking at the book in her hands. "Is that-?" Leigh cut Reid off, "Balzac? Correctomundo. But it was stolen from me a couple years ago from a man in his early thirties, and this is my book because it has my name on it. He's targeting people I am close to or people I know."

"He shows remorse in his kills, like he's debating on what he's after is worth it. Every time, he chooses yes. I still haven't found the signature yet. It's got to be somewhere…" Reid trailed off, looking at the pictures again.

"Guys, there has been another murder, not far from here," Hotch said, coming into the room. Leigh looked up alarmed, "What's the name?" "Bella Ashley"

Leigh choked out, "A-are you sure?" She looked close to tears, but held them back as good as she could. Reid observed her, obviously she knew this person, hence her stuttering and choked voice. Maybe, her friend? No, she wouldn't have stuttered… her family member? Obviously. Reid observed Leigh's hand and saw it trembling. I'm going to guess it's her mother?

"W-who is this person?" Reid stuttered out. Leigh looked at him, sadness filled her eyes. Reid frowned a little bit. "It was my mom," Leigh said, trying to act tough. Reid looked down.

"Y-your mother?" JJ said, pulling Leigh into a hug-ish. Leigh hugged her back, trying really hard not to cry. Leigh pulled back from the hug and said, "I-I'm fine. Let's uh, work on the case."

"Are you sure your fine?" Hotch asked her. Leigh looked up at him, "Yes, I am sure Hotch," She said, her voice wavering as she tried to keep a strong voice.

"Umm, Garcia?" Leigh asked, talking into the phone.

"Yes, my honey?" Garcia replied. Leigh bit her lip. "Can you try Males in their late 30's early 40's? With brown hair, and is Caucasian," Leigh said into the phone, waiting for Garcia's answer, "there are 78 results, what can I lower it with?"

"Uh, he wouldn't have much money; he would have had an early divorce, and kids." Leigh told her.

"Woo, girl. You are good. We are down to 11 results. Anything else to make it go down?" Garcia told her. Leigh smiled, and was about to answer, but Reid answered first, "Try any fisherman or hunters in the area, he would have a fishing permit, or a hunting permit. He would've lost his house recently too." Reid told Garcia, Leigh smiled, rolling her eyes, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

"Again, Reid, you are also good at this. We are down to one last result. His name is Peter Reynolds, he just got divorced, lost his kids, house, and he is a fisherman in the area." Garcia answered. Leigh's face brightened up, "Could you tell us where his boat is? And the address?"

"Yup, his boat is at the dock right now, and his address is… he doesn't have one." Garcia trailed. Leigh just nodded and said, "Thanks Penny"

"Oooh, a nickname already," Garcia smirked, hanging up. Leigh looked up to Hotch with begging eyes, "Please?" Reid, Morgan, Leigh, Prentiss, let's go find his boat." Hotch said, walking out of the room, leaving us to follow him. We put our vests on and hopped into the car. I sat beside Reid.

"Sorry about earlier," I told him, he nodded. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Reid told her. "Friends?" "Friends.". "Were here," Hotch said.

Leigh POV

We hopped out of the SUV and looked for his boat. I grabbed my gun. I turned the corner and checked all around me, before walking, Reid was following behind. There it is! I saw someone move in one of the boats. He had something in his hands.

"Hotch, Morgan!" I called. Peter must've heard me because his head snapped up and looked my way. As soon as he saw my gun, his gun went off.

I yelled, falling to the ground. Peter shot me in the stomach. Reid went down to my side, as did Prentiss.

I heard Morgan yell something before I couldn't hear or see, or think straight. Suddenly, it all went black.

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