At 7:30 a.m. the team is standing at the site of the 7th victim's dump site. The lead detective had already checked and this man's offense against the park had been a charge of lewd behavior. His girlfriend had gotten off with a warning but Lance Forbes had been given a bench appearance for their attempt to "get back to nature" with their love-making.

JJ shakes her head. "This unsub is definitely targeting people hurting the park but none of these acts reallyhurt the park, you know what I mean?"

"But they could be seen as steps that could bring its downfall," Rossi points out. "The actions of individuals, if left unchecked, can lead to a sense of apathy or avoidance. That would start the park into a downhill slide and before you know it there's an office building or two in its place."

Hotch looks at Rossi sharply. "We need to find out if anyone has designs on this patch of land. If they do, they could be on the unsubs hit list."

Morgan nods and calls Garcia, stepping away to speak with her. Reid is looking around.

"This is the first body actually dumped inside the park," he notes. "Why the tennis courts? It seems like this would put a bad memory in people's heads to know a body was found here. That would lead to avoidance and again start a downward spiral."

JJ nods. "Reid's right. This doesn't fit the dumping pattern. What changed for the unsub?"

Hotch looks at each agent in turn. "Us. We got called in. He wants us to know, to understand it's about the park. The media is still concentrating on the gang bangers and the hate crime aspects even though we've told them not to. This victim was a heterosexual man, no criminal history, just having a good time in public with his girlfriend. The media has to listen to us now and, in a sense, listen to the unsub."

JJ rolls her eyes. "Great." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "I…I know how to run with this, Hotch. How about I head to the precinct and get a statement written and arrange a press conference. I'll take questions this time to try to get the media on the same page with us."

Hotch nods. "Good idea. As soon as we're done here we'll meet you back there."

JJ nods and takes one of the SUV's back to the station. Hotch looks at Rossi and Reid as Morgan walks back up.

"This land is majorly protected. Even local companies have invested in it. There is no record of anyone requesting surveys or building restrictions for it. If someone does have their eye on it they are moving very quietly," he tells them.

Hotch sighs. "Then it goes back to the activist angle. Did Garcia have that run finished?"

"Yes. She emailed it to us this morning. She also has a list of anyone ticketed or arrested in this park in the last year."

Hotch grins. "She beat the locals to it. Surprise there," he jokes. He takes a deep breath. "Reid, you and I will head back to start weeding through the information from Garcia. Rossi, Morgan, go talk to the girlfriend of our latest victim. We need to get a handle on this soon or no matter what the media puts out this park is in trouble. It's such a blessing to this city we can't let it fall."

Rossi nods. "Agreed."

The agents split up to get going on their day.

JJ finishes writing up her statement to the press. The local media spokeswoman had put out that the FBI would be holding a press conference at 9 a.m. As she hits the print command, Garcia pops up on her computer screen.

"Good morning, Agent Jareau," she says happily.

"Hey, Pen. Got your email. Hotch and Reid are on their way so we can start pulling some of the information from it all and hope to get a direction to take."

JJ barely notices when the janitor comes in to empty the trashcan.

"Good. Emily is still trying to connect the victims in some way. They had to have met up with the unsub somewhere. Hopefully she can find that somewhere in all this information."

Mitchell Reese perks up at the mention of "Emily." So she was still with this team. But why wasn't she here? He grabs a scraper out of his pocket and pretends to be carefully prying old gum off the inside of the trashcan so he can eavesdrop a little longer.

"Do you have the information on the latest victim yet?"

"Got it two minutes ago. As soon as I finish my background I'll send it to-"

"Garcia, maybe there is no-oh, shit…" Emily stutters to a stop as she walks into the analyst's office.

Garcia winces as JJ shoots straight up in her chair.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING AT THE OFFICE?" she demands.

Reese jumps at the fury in JJ's voice. He angles a little so he can see the screen. His eyes widen when he sees a VERY pregnant Emily Prentiss. So that's why she isn't here.

Emily steps closer to the camera. "I swear, honey, I'm just here for like 15 minutes. An hour tops. I wanted to get something out of my desk. And I dropped off a couple of files that needed to get out quickly."

JJ pinches the bridge of her nose. A headache was coming on and it wasn't likely to abate anytime soon. She takes a deep breath and looks at her wife.

"Were you going to tell me?" she asks in irritation.

Emily rolls her eyes. "Shit, Jen, yes, I was going to tell you. I just didn't plan to tell you by shocking the hell out of you. I know you don't need the added stress of this sort of shock. I swear, baby. Damn it, Jen, you know I've popped in at least once a week since I went on bed rest. Why are you acting like this is all new to you?"

Honey? Baby? Reese's eyes widen. They were a COUPLE! How deliciously delightful! He slips out of the room but stays close enough to listen to the rest of the conversation.

JJ sighs. "You're right. I'm sorry. I guess after last night my nerves are a bit raw still. I'll let you two get back to what you're doing. And, Emily, I really am sorry."

Emily smiles. "It's okay. Situations reversed I'd probably be a jerk, too."

JJ laughs. "Uh, thanks…I think. I love you, honey."

"Love you, too, Pumpkin Bread!" Garcia says before Emily answers.

The two profilers laugh. Emily covers Garcia's mouth with her hand. "Love you, Jen."

Emily disconnects the weblink before uncovering Garcia's mouth. The woman with the pink and green stripes in her hair grins.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

Emily shakes her head in amusement. "Next time…resist!" Garcia giggles, making no such promise. "Anyway, what if there is no overlap in all the victims. What if it's just chance that connects them. Do the local papers publish a police beat? The unsub could be getting names and offenses there."

Garcia nods. "Good call, Agent Awesome! I will tickle my ivories until I find an answer."

"Perfect. I'm heading home. If you need me ca-unggghhh…"

Emily grabs her stomach and winces, she takes a couple steps, trying to walk off the pain. At the first sign of problems, Garcia had leapt up. She grabs one of Emily's arms to help her as she walks the pain off. Finally the contraction stops. Garcia glances at her watch. Emily smiles at her.

"Just Braxton Hicks, Pen. I swear."

"Maybe, maybe not. Do I have to remind you that JJ claimed that 15 hours before Henry was born?"

Emily laughs. "No, I remember that very clearly. But I promise you, that's all this is. If I'm wrong, I'll know in the next hour and by then I will be with Francesca and she can get me to the doctor. Okay?"

Garcia stares at her a minute. "Okay. But if it's more than false labor, call me. I'll do a thing and get JJ on whatever flight gets her back here as soon as possible."

Emily gives her a hug. "Thanks, Pen. What would we do without you and your 'things'?"

Garcia winks. "Kevin asks the same question quite often."

Emily blurts out a laugh. "I soooooo didn't need to know that." Emily goes to her desk to get the couple things she needs. She puts the files she had finished at home in Hotch's inbox. As she leaves she stops a moment and just looks over the bullpen, watching as agents on other teams and departments hurry to and fro. She sighs.

"How twisted is it that I miss this place?" she mumbles before getting on the elevator to head for home.

Louise Kimble wipes the tears from her eyes. "It's…it's all my fault."

Morgan and Rossi exchange a look. "What is your fault?" Rossi asks.

"Lance was supposed to stay with me last night but I got mad. So he went home. If I hadn't been such a bitch he'd be alive!" she insists.

Morgan takes her hand and stares into her eyes. "Ms. Kimble, I know this is hard for you. But I promise you, this is notyour fault. Your boyfriend was targeted and the unsub would have waited until he was alone to take him. Short of chaining yourself to him there was nothing you could have done to stop this."

Louise stares into his eyes. "Re-really?"

Morgan nods. "Really. Now, can you tell me where he was going when he left here last night?"

"Home as far as I know. Sometimes he stops off at McKinney's Tavern for a beer but it was kind of late last night."

Rossi writes this in his book. "Do you know their address?" She gives it to him. "Does he have any friends he may have called when he left?"

Louise shrugs. "Maybe Vandy…uh, John Vandenburg. His best friend. But it was late so maybe not." She gives Rossi the man's number.

Morgan takes a deep breath. "Ms. Kimble, a couple weeks ago you were caught in Clark Park." The woman blushes. "How did he react to getting a ticket while you were let off?"

Louise smiles. "He insisted. I…I'm a teacher. A ticket like that…well…you know…" Morgan nods. "I paid his ticket. It was the least I could do, especially since it wasn't just his idea." She blushes again. "We, uh, both liked to…you know…where we could get caught."

Rossi nods. "There's nothing wrong with that." Morgan slides a surprised glance at the older agent. Rossi notices but says nothing. "Did you often have intercourse in Clark Park?"

Louise shakes her head. "No. Just one other time. At the tennis courts."

Morgan and Rossi exchange a look. Now they knew why the body had been dumped there. But how did the unsub know…unless…he was made to confess before he died. Rossi's stomach rolls. Could it be religious activist instead of park activist?

Morgan hands Louise his card. "If you think of anything that could help us, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call."

She nods. "Thank you."

Rossi looks at the woman. "Is there anyone we can call to be with you?"

She shakes her head. "My sister's on her way. Just had to drop her kids at school first."

"Good. As soon as we know anything, we'll be in touch. We are so sorry for you loss."

"Thanks, Agents."

Rossi and Morgan leave. They sit a moment in the SUV thinking over what they had heard. Morgan looks at Rossi.

"That other time wouldn't have appeared on the ticket," he notes.

Rossi nods. "Right. They have to confess their sins and then they die anyway."

Morgan shrugs. "Maybe if they confess to the wrong sins the torture is worse?"

"Maybe. Think about this, gangbangers are going to deny, deny, deny. These last two victims would probably break a little sooner and both would have plenty they would think they have to confess to."

Morgan nods. "Right. If Keenan thought it was religious he may have confessed to homosexuality first, assuming that's what it's about. He kept confessing until he finally got it right. Same with Lance Forbes. Sounds like he had plenty of transgressions to confess to."

Rossi stares out the window and shakes his head. "Is it just me or does this whole case just feel…all over the place? How is the unsub finding the victims? What makes them worse than any other?"

Morgan shrugs. "I don't know. But you're right that it seems all over the place. Let's get to the station and see what Garcia dug up for us."

Morgan puts the SUV in gear. As they pull away, Morgan slides his eyes at Rossi.

"Never pegged you for a 'nature lover', old man," he teases.

Rossi laughs. "You never met wife number 2."

Morgan just shakes his head, still laughing at the thought of Rossi getting it on outside.

Mitchell Reese pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits the only number programmed into it.

"What page, Master?" the voice on the other end answers.

"No page this time. Number 8 will be on the news. She is an FBI agent named Jennifer Jareau. She won't be easy to get alone. I have a plan. Watch and study her. She's going to blow this investigation on purpose so Clark Park gets shut down. When it's time to take her down, I'll call."

"Yes, Master. We'll stop her, Master. We'll save the park."

"Yes, my son, we will."

Reese disconnects. The stupid fool was so easy to manipulate it was almost no fun. But when he confronts the woman who made Clark Park her personal pet project and lets her know the killings were all for her she'll be shocked and appalled. It will be wonderful.

But the best would be to watch as his puppet tortures Jennifer Jareau. Then, before she can be finished off, he'll kill his puppet in front of her before setting the dogs on her. Yes, his main goal would be wonderful.

But killing Jennifer Jareau will be orgasmic.