Justin loved the quiet in the house after the agents had all left; he didn't actually mind having them there, but when he needed to work, it was nice to know that the house was empty except for him and Vivian.

She was upstairs cleaning and airing out the rooms and changing the sheets. When she was done with that, she was going to start on some things for dinner; she was enjoying the quiet too, even if she did love having a house full of people to cook for.

She was wondering how long it would be before either Agent Morgan or Agent Reid's bed wouldn't need clean sheets; she had seen the way they looked at each other, and being used to seeing love between two people clearly written on their faces, she would bet it wouldn't be long.

She was humming to herself, enjoying her work; she loved Brian and Justin like they were her own and she loved working for them; she had been ready to admit defeat and move in with her daughter and son-in-law when this job had come along. After her husband had died, she couldn't afford to stay in their house and she didn't really have any skills other than keeping house. Not many people needed that anymore, so she considered herself extremely lucky that this job had somehow fallen into her lap.

Justin was lost in his latest painting, a mass of brown, green and gold, inspired by his husband's eyes when they shone with love for him. It wasn't an accurate portrait of said eyes, more a representation of the way they made Justin feel.

He forgot all about time and place until he felt and heard his stomach growl at him. He left the studio to go ask Vivian if she could make him a sandwich while he checked his e-mail. After getting confirmation that lunch would indeed be ready when he came back out of the office, he logged onto the computer.

He deleted the spam e-mails he couldn't quite avoid getting, and then opened a mail from a person he didn't recognize, but the subject read: you're next.

This was a little disconcerting and he wanted to know what it was all about; he regretted that decision as soon as he saw what the mail contained.

There were pictures of all the victims, it looked like they were taken shortly after their deaths, and the message in the mail was no more comforting.

As soon as I'm done with my list, I'll come for you.

Justin saw that it had been sent to both his and Brian's private e-mail accounts; he knew that Brian never checked his private mail at work, so he wouldn't have seen it yet.

He heard Derek and Spencer come back through the open office door and went out into the hall to tell them about the e-mail; he was really freaked out about it.

"What happened?"

Morgan and Reid were next to him in a hurry.

"He sent us an e-mail, one for each of us."

Neither of the agents asked who he was, they could guess by the look on Justin's face. Reid followed him back to the office to look at the e-mail while Morgan opened his phone to call Garcia.

"The office of all things knowledgeable."

"Baby Girl, I'm not sure you can say that."

Garcia heard the laugh in Morgan's voice and smiled.

"Well, if it isn't my chocolate god, twice in such a short while, to what do I owe the pleasure, my love?"

"Look, Garcia, the creep sent an e-mail to Brian and Justin. It's apparently very nasty; Justin was pale when he told us. Reid is checking it out right now; could you try and track down the sender?"

"I'll get right on that, give me a sec."

All the teasing and flirting had left Garcia's voice; she was all business and Morgan heard her tapping the keys while he walked into the office.

Justin was on the phone with Brian, asking him to come home. Morgan lifted his eyebrows questioningly at Reid.

"He said that Brian would be pissed if he came home and found out what had happened and Justin hadn't called him."

Reid shrugged, but Morgan actually understood; he could just imagine Reid going through something like that and what he would feel if he had been kept in the dark.

"You better call Hotch."

Reid nodded and took out his phone to call their unit chief; he'd be pissed, too, if they didn't tell him right away.

"Hotch, it's Reid. The UnSub has sent an e-mail to both Justin and Brian. It contains pictures of all the victims, after they were killed, and a threat. Morgan is on the phone with Garcia to see if she can trace it."

"Ok, Reid, tell him to ask her to come here; we might need her again before this is over. I'll get JJ to call the pilot; he can fly back to get her faster than getting her on a commercial flight."

JJ had caught that and took out her phone to call the pilot and direct him to go pick up Garcia in Virginia.

Reid turned to Morgan and gestured to get his attention.

"Tell her to pack what she's going to need and grab her go-bag; the pilot is going to go back there and pick her up; Hotch wants her here for the rest of this case."

Morgan relayed the message to Garcia ,who in turn told him that she had found out that the e-mail had been sent from an internet café in Pittsburgh; she had sent the information to Hotch's PDA. Morgan told this to Reid, who in turn told Hotch, who he was still on the phone with.

"Ok, we'll go check it out, when was it sent?"

Reid took a look at the time stamp on the e-mail.

"About thirty minutes ago."

"Ok, you brief Rossi and Prentiss when they get back. Get all the information about your interviews on the board; we'll talk about them later."

Hotch hung up the phone and looked at the address on his PDA; he gave it to Carl, who turned the car towards the street where the café was located.

Brian had hurried to tell Cynthia and Ted to hold down the fort and almost jumped in his car. Luckily, he didn't have any client meetings that day that Ted couldn't handle, and even if he did, he'd still be going home. The fear in Justin's voice had almost made his knees buckle; he hadn't heard that particular note in his partner's voice in many years, and he had hoped to never hear it again.

When he arrived at the house, Prentiss and Rossi had just gotten there. Morgan and Reid were briefing them while Justin took Brian's hand and dragged him to the office to see the e-mail.

Once Brian had read it, they went to the dining room and the four agents were compiling the findings of the day and putting them on the board.

"What have you done to find this bastard?"

"I called Garcia and she found out where the e-mail was sent from. Hotch, JJ and Carl are on the way there to try and see if anybody remembers who might have used the computer at the time where the mail was sent. We also asked her to come join us here. I hope that's ok?"

"That's fine. I'll have Vivian make up Jennifer and Tucker's room for her." Brian waved his hand dismissively. "I hope they find out who this sick fuck is; I want the fucker caught."

He glanced at Justin, who had calmed down and now looked considerably more relaxed than when he first came out of the office.

Vivian knocked on the door from the kitchen, having decided that she really didn't want to see what was going on in the dining room. Brian went to the kitchen and when he came back, he told them that Vivian had lunch in the kitchen if anybody was hungry.

They all agreed that they could take a break and get some lunch; none of them had eaten anything since breakfast.

Hotch, JJ and Carl, meanwhile, arrived at the internet café the e-mail had been sent from. They went inside and found the person in charge. They showed their credentials and told her why they were there. She found out what machine the mail had been sent from. She hadn't been out front at the time, but she called one of her employees over and told him what they were looking for.

"Do you remember who sat at that computer during that time period?"

The kid looked at the computer and narrowed his eyes in thought.

"I'm sorry, but I don't. There were so many people in here at that time that I don't think I'd be able to tell you what any one of them looked like."

They all felt disappointed, but it was more or less what they had expected. They thanked the manager and the kid, left the café and got back in the car.

"Well that was another bust; what now?"

Carl wasn't too thrilled with having to go back and tell Brian and Justin that they didn't find out any useful information.

"We go back to the house and then we regroup. We still have two days until he strikes again, at least if he keeps with his schedule."

Carl nodded and turned the car towards Britin again. When they got there, the others were just being done with lunch and they went to the dining room to compare notes.

Hotch turned to Brian and Justin.

"I hope it's ok we sent for Garcia; we just assumed that it would be ok with you."

"It's fine, Derek already asked. We had Vivian make up Jennifer and Tucker's room while we ate. It's not a problem at all."

"Actually, would you mind terribly if I took that room and Garcia gets the one I'm in now? It's not that I don't like the room, but Garcia would feel right at home with all the colors."

JJ hurried to ask and Justin and Brian both agreed, not really caring all that much who was in what room; as long as everybody was comfortable, it was fine with them.

JJ went to move her bags and the rest of the team talked about who should pick up Garcia at the airport.

"We can do that; you need to work and I need to get out of the house for a while,"

Justin offered, and all the agents looked at him and then at each other. It would be easier for them if they didn't have to spare one of them for pick-up duty; that way, all of them could keep working on the profile.

Hotch thanked them and they were off; the plane would be in Pittsburgh an hour later, and with traffic and what else, it was a good idea to leave with plenty of time to spare.