Currently, the members of the BAU were on their jet heading to a small town in New York. They were being called to investigate a series of murders. The victims were all blonde, in their late twenties and were brutally beaten before death to put it simply.

Great, Emily thought, another case. Of course, it was her job and this was to be expected on any case. It was just that she felt powerless against all these forces of evil. These thoughts were shared by everyone in this field at one point or another, but Emily liked to think that she was different and these thoughts troubled her greatly.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" It took Emily a moment to register that Hotch was talking to her. She had neglected to see that everyone was deep in discussion. His chocolate eyes stared into hers.

"No sir." She replied. She quickly averted her eyes, usually she was on top of her game, but nobody seemed to notice she was a little on edge so the team continued their discussion.

"As far as victimology goes, it's pretty obvious he has a type." Rossi pointed out.

"His MO is consistent in all murders as well. All victims received multiple stab wounds, and burns. Cause of death is blood loss in each murder." Morgan observed.

"Blood loss?" Seaver asked.

"Every victim was cut across the throat. The autopsy report says that the wound did not sever the trachea, but was deep enough to cause the women to bleed to death." Prentiss pointed out as she flipped through the files.

"Garcia, I want you to look for any connection between the four women. No detail is unimportant."

"Yes sir," Penelope promised, "I'll be back in a flash with the results." With that she signed off.

"Morgan, Prentiss, I want you to check out the first two dump sites, as soon as we're finished setting up. Reid and Rossi, I want you to see the most recent dump sites. Agent Seaver and I will talk to the familes of the women to see if they had similar personalities or interests; any connection Garcia might miss." Hotch said.

Everyone nodded.

As the team was setting up at the police station, the very man they were looking for was walking up and down the streets of Carmel. He was unaware of the FBI's presence at the time, and besides he was busy enough looking for his latest victim. Any blonde haired young woman would do. He didn't care about eye color, height, personality, or name. They were all the same anyway. All he wanted was his own little toy to play with, but eventually his toys broke and he was forced to replace them. It was a never ending cycle for Robert, but he enjoyed the new thrill every time he killed. It was a feeling that would never grow old. One thing he was sure of, he would keep killing up until the day he died. This made him, in his mind, a very dangerous man.

A pretty little blonde had just dropped her purse on the sidewalk. This was pure luck. Usually he had to come up with more elaborate plans, but this woman was meant to be his. He was sure of it. He strode over to her and helped pick up her belongings, while slowly and carefully reaching into his pocket.

"Thanks so much." The woman said kindly.

"Oh, no problem," James said quickly. The sidewalk was clear; it was just him and her. No cars were in sight. He pulled his hand out of his pocket. It was a tazer he had taken from a sleeping cop a year earlier. Her eyes grew wide in shock. James smiled she was just the same as all the others he had taken. Before she could scream he jabbed her in the side. Once. Twice. Three times.

After she was unconscious he dragged her into the woods. This was perfect. She was so pretty. As he was dragging a teaching credential fell out of her pocket. Hmm, Ms. Natalie Walters. What a nice name, he thought, I once had a friend named Natalie. He knew that he would enjoy Natalie, she was strong and in good physical condition, she was going to be a fighter he liked that. It made things more fun for him. Even passed out she looked like kind of a bitch. Dirty whore. He thought and kicked her in the head. She was such a bitch. That's what all women were bitches, parasites. He hated every single one of them, but they were so pretty and so much fun.

Fun, he thought, fun. He couldn't wait to see her face when she woke up in his basement tonight, that's when the real fun would start.

A/N: may change rating to M later on for violence. Thanks for the reviews. I will probably continue based on reviews. THANK YOU FOR READING :) I made a mistake last chapter sorry Robert was the original name for the unsub I changed it to James later on sorry for the mistake!