Derek stabbed his fork into a pile of pasta.

"This has got to be one of the weirdest signatures I've seen." He commented." What's the count at now?"

Emily pushed her bowl of soup to the side and laid out her notebook in front of her.

"Four."

"I won't say it's the weirdest, but it certainly is unique." Reid commented. He took a large bite from a sandwich and JJ laughed at him as he had trouble swallowing it all. Spencer tried to frown, but ended up almost choking as he started to laugh as well. He eventually washed the mouthful down with sips of water.

Derek shook his head at Reid.

"Come on man. When was the last time you saw an unsub leave a message on the vic's floor in candy hearts?"

"Well Dean Corll used offers of free candy to lure his teenage and younger victims into the store his mother owned, but I don't think there was any use of candy beyond that. He definitely didn't leave messages with it." Reid replied.

"What did the last one say?" Hotch asked, having been distracted at the end of the table with a stack of police reports. Morgan pulled out a photo.

"Okay. The candies were used to spell out " Sweet Girl." And each of them said "No Way" on it."

"It's weird. I would have thought these were only available around Valentines." JJ murmured. "You'd have to pick through a lot of candies to get enough with the same message for all of that."

"You can get almost anything any time of the year now." Emily remarked.

"Garcia's getting an analysis on the candies from the lab. We'll have something on them soon." Hotch said. He looked up at the team who were spread around the large hotel room. "What do they tell us so far?"

"The unsub's not using them in the direct context. It's not Valentines. It looks like he's expressing anger at a sexual dismissal, or a moral objection to the victim."

"Either way the unsub feels as though these women have trespassed against him in one way or another." Rossi said as he crossed his legs on the bed.

"Th-That might explain the two gunshots, " Reid said, his fast paced though speeding up his commentary. "The shot to the temple, the face, that's personal. The other shots though. The leg, the chest, stomach. Maybe these have to do with what he sees as their greater wrong against society."

Morgan nodded, then started quickly flicking through files.

"What did each of the women……" He grabbed a photo. "Look at this. Grace Taves. Two years ago. Now…look at her autopsy photo. Jocelin Rabelas, 6 months ago, two weeks ago. Cristy Conway. Rosita Averos. Look at these. What's the difference?" He threw the matching photos for each victim onto the bed.

"They all look different. Besides the autopsy part." JJ glanced in on the pile.

"How." Morgan pushed. Emily leant in.

"Cosmetic surgery."

"Exactly-" Derek cut off as he felt his phone buzz. Garcia. He pulled back, letting the team brainstorm.

"Tell me what I wanna hear." Morgan answered the phone.

"Only if you'll return the favour, hot stuff."

"I'll have to see what I can do. What's the news baby girl?"

"I've got the lab report on the conversation hearts. You know, those were always my favourite valentines candy?"

"I was a cinnamon hearts guy." Morgan replied with a smile.

"Mmmmm. Spicy." Penelope teased. "Now….Lab report. Right. The lettering on the candy? It's not like any of the dyes that candy companies use for theirs." Garcia reported.

"Why? How can you tell?"

"The lab report came back. The original messages on the candies were wiped clean. The new messages were added by the unsub. In blood."

"Female?" Morgan inquired seriously.

"Male. Belongs to one Calvin Nevsky. He's a plastic surgeon who runs his own clinic at 643 Crestview Boulevard. And get this. He's had two sexual harassment complains filed against him by patients in the last six months." Garcia punctuated her report.

"Sounds like our man." Derek motioned to the rest of the team to start suiting up. He huffed triumphantly, grinning, and lent down to pull his shoes on. "Goddess, you should know I could kiss you right now."

Garcia felt her jaw loosen.

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll….have to wait til you get back to collect." Her voice sounded a little weak and filled with hesitant pauses. "Go get him tiger."

"I'll call you soon baby." Morgan snapped the phone shut and started filling the rest of the team in on Garcia's report. "Let's go guys."


At her desk, Penelope stared at the screen on her phone which recorded the call as one minute and thirty eight seconds. She wished Derek wouldn't say things in the heat of the chase. They always seemed to disappear once the goal was found, and wrap ups began.


JJ looked over the plane seats. There was one free at the end, near the table, and a spot on the couch on the opposite side of Reid. She moved over to the couch and sat down. Reid was flipping through the pages of a book, some sort of tome on Greek pottery for some reason. Morgan was in a captain's chair across the aisle, staring blankly at his phone on the table beside him. Everyone seemed distracted, except her. Rossi slept silently, his arms crossed against his chest, while Emily had headphones on, and Hotch glanced through articles in his briefcase. And JJ was bored.

She pulled her laptop out of its carrying case, opening it in her lap. Within a few minutes she had patched through to Garcia through the webcam installation and chat program. Her speakers were silenced, so she typed in a greeting to let Garcia know.

"Hey Pen. Silent mode." JJ typed. On the webcam screen she saw Garcia smile in response, her hands moving to the keyboard.

"Hey girl. Team being stick in the muds?" JJ nodded in response.

"Apparently I'm the only one still in the mood for human contact."

" Ha. I am in no way surprised. How did the case finish up?"

"Fine. He's in custody, no bail, awaiting a hearing. We took off about twenty minutes ago. So we'll be back in a couple hours."

"Office or home?" Garcia replied, looking at JJ questioningly.

"I'm going home. It's going to be ten or eleven by the time we touch down, and I'm tired. No idea about the rest." JJ pressed enter and glanced around the cabin. She laughed to herself when she saw Derek.

"What's funny?" Garcia sent. JJ grinned at her.

"Morgan's staring at his phone like he's trying to get a confession out of it."

"Can I see?" JJ nodded and subtly twisted the webcam attachment Garcia had installed on her computer.

"Wow. You're right. He's going to burn right through that thing with his eyes. Spin me back." Refocused on JJ, she shrugged.

"I guess he's waiting for a call?" JJ supposed, glancing covertly at Derek. She tapped her finger on the side of her computer. "Pen. Send him a text."

Garcia read the message, then looked up at JJ, shaking her head.

"Jayje, what are you up to."

"I just want to see him jump when the phone actually does something." She was trying to stop her smile, but it wasn't working well. Penelope rolled her eyes, but pulled her phone out of her bag.

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Doesn't matter. Something to cheer him up so he doesn't try to come after me if he figures it out."

Garcia typed out a text, frowning at it, but finishing quickly.

"Sent." JJ watched cautiously.


Morgan stared at his phone. He wanted to call, see how she was doing, tell her how the cases had finished up, but it was silent on the plane. And it was awkward to have everyone able to hear the whole conversation. So he sat and stared . He couldn't really think of anything else to do.

"Ding ding ding diiiiiiiiing." His phone suddenly jolted and jittered across the table, a tiny envelope appearing on the display, and Morgan jumped with it.

He shook his head to himself. He wasn't usually this easily startled. Derek grabbed the phone and flipped it open.

"Hey Adonis. Hope everything ended well. Let me know if you guys go out for a little stress relief. Garcia."

Derek glanced over the words again. They were soothing. And he was smiling.


JJ watched Morgan jolt in his seat, thinking that it was very much worth it to have Pen text him. He flipped his phone open with one hand and looked at the message. A very un-Derek smile appeared on his face. JJ frowned.

"What did you say to him?" She typed to Garcia, still glancing at Morgan covertly. Pen read the message and looked up at JJ questioningly.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Send him another text. I'll show you." JJ replied. She reached and twisted the webcam to face Derek, hiding her movement in an adjustment to the screen angle.

He was still looking at the message when the phone shook and sounded again.

"OPEN NOW?" The phone asked him. Derek accepted.

"I'll be up if you want to talk too. Love P.G." Derek rubbed his free hand against his neck. His mouth was in a soft curve, his brows drawn together. He nodded slowly.

JJ watched Pen's reaction.

"JJ…."

"He looks happy." JJ typed, glancing up slightly. When she returned to her screen she could see Garcia sigh heavily.

"I suppose."

JJ rolled her eyes. She saw a moment of movement. Derek was pressing the buttons across his phone.

"He's replying." On JJ's screen Garcia's view snapped from her phone to her monitor. "I'll leave you two." JJ grinned and closed the screen of her computer. She put the computer aside, pulling her legs up on the couch and shutting her eyes.


Garcia watched her phone apprehensively, like it might bite at any moment. She had turned off the buzz and noise to prevent herself by being frightened, but the display flashed alight.

With a quick flip and after pressing a button, the message appeared.

"You're anything but PG, digital vixen." Her heart pressed against her ribcage, but was restrained slightly by the recognition of their regular pattern. Another message appeared suddenly. Penelope opened it.

"But thanks baby girl. Get some rest, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams goddess. Love, DM."

Penelope bit her lip. Maybe tonight, they just might be. She set about closing down her systems. Derek was right. The case was over, and it was already past 8 pm. It was time to head back home.