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A heavy silence consumed the jet. No'one had the audacity to sleep at a time like this, each member sat in their own dark fears and thoughts, praying that maybe the unsub would be easier to catch than they seemed.

'Since no'one is resting, Penelope, would you mind giving us the full details?'

'Of course sir'

Penelope had dreaded this moment, the bare skeleton of the case made her heart break, her eyes sting and her stomach churn.

'51 girls dead, 10 each from California, Arizona, Oregon, Utah and Idaho, only 1 from Nevada, and the missing girl, it seems-' she felt the contents of her stomach rise at the dreadful thought that surfaced 'it seems he has only just begun in that state. The 50 were spread sporadically between the 5 other states and eventually amounted to ten each'

Dr Reid cleared his throat;

'Each woman has a different appearance, a few have similar hair and facial identifiers but they are always separated by a large factor'

'Maybe the unsub is searching for the one woman they will find perfect, as it were' Blake quietly aired her suggestion.

'If they are looking for the perfect woman the search may never end, every person holds a fault, whether it is aesthetic or not. This unsub will never stop, based on the gender of the victims I would suggest our unsub is male, the overkill and sexual components are too disconnected to be female' Rossi stayed stoic and almost detached, out of fear he would let the horror eat away at him.

'Penelope do you have the ages?'

She handed over a file that was full of pictures, each was a different victim, smiling, before the murderer caught them, under each picture is their name, age, birth place and place of discovery. All handwritten... by Penelope. No'one took into account how hard that must have been to do, she had to sit down at the back of the plane and stare at the faces, so full of life, that she knew to be cold now and lying on a metal slab without the joyous smile she could see. Each picture took a piece of her soul.

'Based on these ages, 18-22, the unsub will probably be mid 30's, also all the women are caucasian, which suggests the unsub is also' Hotch tried desperately to stay focused but even; jaded, worn down and cold, he could not ignore the enormity of the situation.

A small sob escaped JJ's lips; 'I'm sorry- they... deserved more. And dammit Hotch we are going to catch this basterd if it takes us years!'

Her sudden rage awoke a disgust deep down in Penelope.

'They weren't given a chance to live, whoever did this- whoever this SOB is... stole from these girls. Not just their lives, but their dreams and I hope that every time he looks in the mirror he sees every girls' face staring back, reminding him of the lives he has taken, reminding him that they had destinies to fulfill and parents to make proud. Each girl he ended was perfect.' Penelope sighed softly and sadly 'and their last memory is of him telling them they weren't'

With that statement Garcia dashed to the jet's loo, her body was repelling the evil thoughts as though they were poison. Morgan got up and followed.

'Pen...' he waited for her reply but was met only with the sounds of her retching 'baby, let me in, I'll hold your hair... its nothing to be ashamed of, we all feel queasy'

The door opened slowly, to reveal a rather crumpled Penelope. Morgan instantly dropped to his knees and scooped her into a hug, if someone were to see it they would be unsure of who was providing the comfort. After a brief moment of calm Penelope sat back and looked into Derek's eyes, her own filled with unshed tears.

'It's not just the girls...'

'What is it angel?'

'Everything happens for a reason, I can't see any possible reason for this, I can't believe that innocent women were defiled and broken like this for a reason... it shatters my beliefs'

A single tear rolled down Morgans cheek, looking into Penelope's eyes he could see her heart breaking, the immense empathy this woman felt astounded him. No words could console her, no gesture could mend her broken heart, he purely looked into her soul and with that look he shared her burden and silently promised to catch the SOB who not only stole the victims' life but was now taking his baby girl's.