"Well, Garcia, it was really nice to meet you, but I have to get back to work."

Justin gave her a bright smile via webcam before moving towards the door.

"Hold up, Justin, I'll go with you. I have to get back, too. I'll talk to you later, Baby Girl."

Garcia said goodbye and then Morgan closed the laptop and followed Justin out of the room.

"This is an amazing house, but isn't it a little big for just two people?"

Morgan looked at Justin and tried to gauge his reaction; he wasn't trying to be disrespectful or put down their choices, he was just curious.

"Yeah, it really is, but we love this house." Justin chuckled a little before he continued. "Brian bought this for me when he asked me to marry him. I didn't believe he was serious, but this house convinced me."

"I bet, but why didn't you think he was serious?"

"Brian has always been opposed to marriage; he didn't believe in it, didn't even believe in love when I met him. He changed a lot the first 5 years we knew each other, but I still didn't believe he had changed that much."

Morgan nodded, understanding the reluctance to commit to anyone. They reached the dining room door and parted ways.

"I'll see you again when Brian comes home. We'll come introduce him."

"See you then."

Morgan opened the door and joined the rest of the team.

"We just got a confirmation that Justin and Brian were in New York at the time of the first murder. Garcia and Kevin were at Justin's show there and actually met them."

The rest of the team nodded at this and then went back to the conversation they had been having when he came in.

"I think he does have a type; it has nothing to do with hair- or eye color, more with body type. All the victims have been fit, but not overly muscled, they've been well kempt and neat, and they have all been wearing tight clothes. That's a type even if they do look different at first look."

Morgan had realized that they were talking about victimology.

"I agree with Reid; I can see similarities in these men, even if they don't look alike above the neck."

Hotch reluctantly nodded.

"Ok, I see your point, but there has to be more to it than that. These attacks are far too violent and personal to just be preference to a certain type."

The team and Carl kept looking through the files and the testimonies to see if they could figure out something they had missed before.

It was frustrating to say the least when they couldn't find any kind of connection between the men; or none other than the fact that they frequented the same places on Liberty Avenue, but according to Carl, that went for practically all the gay men in Pittsburgh.

Justin had gone back to the office and the work he had been doing when Morgan had interrupted him. He was working on the next issue of Rage and as he sat there, he remembered something and couldn't believe that Hotch hadn't said anything.

He resolved to talk to him about it when he went in there anyway to introduce Brian.

Justin had just finished the last panel he had planned on working on that day when he heard the door open. He shut down his computer and went out into the hall to greet Brian.

They kissed, deep and wet, before Justin took Brian's hand to lead him to the dining room. He opened the door and everybody in there looked up when they entered.

Brian wondered about the looks he got, but figured Justin would explain it to him.

"Brian, these are SSA's Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid."

Brian went around shaking hands and all of them told him to just call them the same things they had told Justin. When he came to Morgan and Reid, he gave both of them a once over and then turned to Justin with a raised eyebrow.

Justin snickered and nodded.

"So, you noticed, too, did you?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you'd see it, too."

The rest of the people in the room looked at them in confusion, but they didn't tell them what they were talking about and before anybody could ask, Justin looked at the bulletin board and then he gasped, loudly.

JJ hurried to stand in front of the crime scene pictures and Prentiss went to Justin and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok, Justin; we didn't even think about how these pictures could affect you, we are so sorry."

"Yeah, well, sorry's bullshit, and that wasn't what I was reacting to. JJ would you mind?" He made a shooing motion with his hand to get her to move away from the pictures.

"Brian, look at those three men and tell me if you see the same thing I do."

Brian looked at the pictures of the men as they had looked in life before turning to Justin.

"Did I fuck them or what, Sunshine, what's the matter?"

"No, you didn't, we did."

Brian turned to the pictures again and looked more closely. He thought back about a year and then he nodded slowly.

"You might be right. They do look kinda familiar."

Justin turned to the BAU and Carl who were all staring at the two men in surprise.

"For the first almost eight years Brian and I knew each other, we weren't monogamous. In the beginning, it was mostly because Brian didn't recognize the fact that we were even in a relationship, and later because neither one of us really wanted to. In the beginning of 2005, I left for New York to further my career as an artist. I came home in may 2008 and for a long time we hardly left our bed for anything but food, showers and work.

When we realized that we hadn't fucked anybody but each other for three months, we both panicked, not that either one of us said anything; that would have been easy and we are not known for doing things the easy way. We both assumed the other one still wanted the freedom to trick and we went out of our ways to pretend that's what we wanted, too.

Neither of us were particularly interested in anybody else, but we couldn't admit that, so we started having three-ways with men we picked up when we went out.

Not all the time, but every other week, one of us would panic and suggest we fuck someone. Neither of us tricked alone, but we both thought the other did and we didn't want to rock the boat.

After three months of this, I cracked; I couldn't take it anymore and I really didn't want anybody else in bed with us and I told Brian that I didn't want to trick anymore. I made sure to tell him that he was of course still free to do as he wanted until he stopped me and told me that he really didn't want to either.

We agreed to get married on the one year anniversary of my return from New York. That would also coincide with the six months mark of us deciding to be monogamous.

To finish the story, the first three guys we fucked after I came home are the guys on the board, and we even fucked them in the order they are hanging in."

The team had followed the story with great interest, though some question as to the relevance until Justin told them the last part.

"Are you telling me that you slept with all the victims and in the order they were killed?"

Rossi looked surprised but also like a light bulb had just turned on in his head.

"Yeah, and we fucked them within two weeks of each other. I can draw a portrait of the next man on the list."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just give us his name?"

Prentiss looked confused and it didn't get better when Brian huffed a laugh and answered her.

"It would be if we had any clue what any of them were called. No names, no numbers, no repeats, no kissing and home by three." They all looked confused until he continued. "Those were our rules, and we kept to them."

It was pretty obvious they were all shocked, but they nodded in understanding; getting a name was not happening. Justin left to go get a sketch pad and a pencil to start the portrait. Brian left to go change into something a little more comfortable and the team talked about the new development. They couldn't disregard the coincidence and had to work with the assumption that it was connected in some way.