A.N: I'm really sorry for the mix up with the unsub's name last chapter, ITS JAMES! Sorry for the confusion. Thanks for reading! Please review.

"Welcome to Carmel," Detective O'Brian said, "Feel free to set up anywhere. I can't thank you enough for coming here. I'm Detective Mike O'Brian. I'm in charge of this case and I really need your help."

"No problem." Hotch pointed to an empty room, "We'll set up there if that's ok."

"Yeah that'll do." O'Brian nodded.

"Have you talked to the families?"

"Not yet, they're waiting in the front."

"If it's ok, we'd like to see where the unsub disposed of the bodies." Emily asked

"Of course, I'll have an officer escort you there." The detective replied.

Emily was bored. All she really wanted to do was go home and sleep. Not go to another crime scene.

"Is everything ok Emily?" Derek glanced over at her.

"Yep. Everything's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She sat up straighter and looked straight ahead. To tell the truth, she wasn't sure if she was ok. She felt fine, she just had a strange feeling in her gut and her heart wasn't devoted this case like always.

Thankfully, Morgan didn't press the subject any further. They were going to visit the dump site of Heather Bohrman, a middle class blonde. She wasn't married, had no children, and was a Human Resources assistant for a small company. Nothing about her stood out.

Heather's body was discovered in the back of a grocery store. It was carelessly thrown on the concrete, according to the crime scene pictures. The body was discovered a week ago and had been removed almost immediately.

"The unsub must have come here at night when nobody was around and dragged her body out of the woods," Morgan pointed to a trail of smeared blood, "and put her right over here." Morgan walked towards the small strip of trees behind the store. "What's on the other side of the trees?"

"An empty lot, and a little further down an animal shelter." A police officer answered.

"He could have easily drove right over to the lot, walked through the woods and put the body here without being seen. Are there any security cameras focused on the back of the building?" Prentiss questioned.

"One. It's pointing towards the back entrance, not over here. It doesn't contain any useful footage." A man answered.

"Has anyone looked at the lot yet?" Derek asked.

The policemen sheepishly answered no. They were obviously embarrassed that they forgot to check an important place.

Prentiss and Morgan started walking through the woods. "You can see little spots of blood," Emily pointed, "Our unsub definitely came through here."

The trees opened up and there was indeed an empty lot. The concrete was more than halfway gone and various plants were sprouting up in the cracks.

"An old drugstore used to be here about 20 years ago before anything else was here. It burned down in '97." Someone pointed out.

"And nothing else is planned to be constructed here?" Prentiss asked.

"No. Not at all, this plot of land is too small in the eyes of some companies to be useful." The same man pointed out, "I'm Officer John Carrey, by the way."

"You seem to know a lot about this town, have you lived here long?"

"I've lived here my whole life. This town is a part of me and this murderer, is pissing me off." Officer Carrey answered.

Before Prentiss could answer, Morgan shouted out that he had found something.

"Tire tracks," he said. "Looks like a large vehicle. A pickup truck maybe."

"I'll have some people check it out." Officer Carrey promised. He seemed relieved that something useful had been found.

"Let's go to the next dumpsite." Morgan said to Prentiss.

"Do we have to?" Emily groaned and laughed as she climbed into the SUV.

Morgan laughed too and the two drove to Melanie Harris' dumpsite.

Hotch and Seaver were also busy back at the stations. They had the families of Melanie Harris and Brenda Martin.

Melanie's parents were a couple that showed no grief for their daughter being killed just a couple days earlier. They answered all questions very businesslike.

"We didn't talk to Melanie much. She had her job, which took up a lot of her time, and we figured she'd call when she feels like it. She didn't. She never called, never visited. For Christmas, all we got was a card that said 'Merry Christmas Love, Melanie'. It broke our heart. All we wanted was to see her once in a while." Mrs. Harris replied.

Hotch nodded. This explained the lack of emotion. "Do you know if she was seeing anybody or ended a relationship recently?"

"Like we said, we had no contact whatsoever. If she was seeing anybody, we had no idea."

"Thank you for your time." Aaron said as he shook their hands. What a waste of time, he had no new information.

An hour later, the team was back at the station.

"Okay," Rossi started, "So what do we know about this guy?"

"The obvious, he targets blonde women, most likely for a reason." Prentiss said.

"A woman in his life may have betrayed him or let him down which may have been his stressor." Morgan leaned back in his chair.

"The bodies were all found in a twenty mile radius, he most likely lives in town and knows his way around." Reid stated, who was already working a geographic profile.

"The women seem to have no connection except their look. They all have a different social class, different jobs, and different personalities. His abductions don't have a set pattern. He most likely picks a new victim when his need to kill becomes unbearable." Emily said, yawning.

"Okay, that's a start. Let's continue this in the morning. Everyone get a good night's sleep." Hotch sensed that the team was tired and there was nothing more they could do at the moment.

The team was just giving up for the night, but the man they were looking for was just getting started. Natalie was just beginning to wake up. Her eyelids were fluttering and in just a moment she would begin to realize what she was in for. Her ankles and wrists were bound with rope and duct tape covered her mouth. At that moment Natalie opened her eyes. She blinked twice tried to move her arms, looked down at them and began to struggle. It was no use, but she tried anyway. James studied her, and waited for her to calm down. It was about five minutes before she did and he approached her.

"Hello Ms. Walters." James greeted her. Walters avoided eye contact. That was a mistake. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." His voice grew louder, still she didn't look at him. "LOOK AT ME!"

He roughly grabbed her face and turned it towards him. Through the duct tape he could hear her whimper. He ripped it off. Another whimper.

"Do you want to apologize to me?" He asked.

This time Natalie looked him straight in the eye, spit in his face and yelled, "Bastard!"

James kicked her in the leg, wiped the spit off his face and went upstairs.

Natalie breathed heavily she was scared as hell, but she wasn't about to show this sick son of a bitch she was.

James knew that, but they always broke, always. All it took was a little persuasion. A knife would work perfectly. He thundered down the stairs to his victim, and he started doing what he did best, causing pain.

Natalie's screams echoed through the house, but nobody could hear, nobody could help, so James didn't worry he just enjoyed the sweet sweet music of her screams.