Hi everyone!

Sorry this chapter has been so late – it's hard to type with a torn rotator cuff! Please forgive the typo's and errors. Hopefully this is only a temporary setback.

Chapter 12

Rebecca remembered that day ten years ago. It had been raining then too. The BAU was still in its infancy and she'd been eager to come home to Georgia and show her hometown what she'd become. The murders on the ridge had been the perfect opportunity.

Her sister had been so excited about the renovations of Magnolia Ridge, but when the excavation team uncovered the mound. Ruth had insisted the trails be closed.

"I can't disturb those graves, Rebecca. I won't. Even if it means not opening the B&B." Ruth had been adamant.

There were times she wondered how two sisters could be so completely opposite. Ruth wouldn't hurt a fly and had always been a girly-girl, while Rebecca had been the hunting enthusiast and quite the tomboy.

"Ruth, you don't know what we're looking at. And even if this turns out to be an Indian burial ground, think of what people would pay to see the site. There are tours everywhere in this part of Georgia depicting life as it was back then. You could make a fortune, Sis."

But Ruth had been stubborn and began making plans to close off the trails. The next morning, the Sherriff greeted her and her team, to tell them about Ruth's body.

She was suppose to protect Ruth, she was the FBI agent, she was the oldest, she was...

Rebecca shook her head, and took a deep breath. She had to keep her focus in the here and now. "We profiled him ten years ago as a mission based killer. A Native American, who then would have been between the ages of 25-45. With an above average intelligence, strong personal and social skills and able to maintain a normal life."

Rebecca stopped. Her profile had been wrong. Somewhere she'd made a mistake, and her sister Ruth was dead because of it. Was she making another one by giving this team a profile that had been so far off ten years ago?

"We profiled that he would have a working knowledge of forensics. At least enough to cover his crime." David continued.

"Okay, so if we're dealing with the same UNSUB, then he'd be about 35-55 years old, now." Morgan offered.

"He was definitely mission based then. Probably saw the renovations as invasion of his Indian culture." Prentiss added.

"Definitely non-threatening. Not one of the victims then or now, show any defensive wounds. They feel safe with him." JJ continued.

"And ten years ago, there wasn't a shred of evidence left behind. He knows what he's doing." David pulled a chair near her, close enough for Rebecca to feel the heat from his leg as it brushed against hers.

"So why has he started killing again?" Morgan asked.

JJ looked up. "Are we sure this is the same guy?"

"I'm not sure." Rebecca hated doubting herself.

"Something happened to get this guys motor running again." Morgan flipped open his cell.

The room was silent, as Morgan opened his phone.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Penelope Garcia's voice whispered in the air.

"Careful, sugar – you're on speaker." Morgan smiled.

"I told you before, I charge extra for groups."

Rebecca watched the familiarity of the group with the quirky analyst. They were a family. She envied them that.

"Baby-girl, listen up. Ten years ago Magnolia Ridge was the target of a serial killer. We're sending you the MO. The profile was that he was a mission-based killer, angry over the possibility that a mass grave was connected to his Indian ancestry. "

Aaron maneuvered towards the phone, "Check for similar cases, Garcia."

"I have to ask," JJ looked at the file in her hand and at Rebecca. "Could the profile have been wrong? I mean, are we sure it's the same UNSUB?"

Rebecca glanced at her phone vibrating nosily in her hand. "No JJ, I'm not. That's why I called in some help."

Aaron looked at her. "You did what?" His voice was calm, but she could tell he wasn't pleased with the idea of an outsider being let in on the case.

Rebecca straightened. "Aaron I know what you're thinking, but you thought it was a good idea to bring me in on the case, and while there were those at the Bureau who raised hell about it, I made a few calls and well..." She stood and walked to the door.

"We can't just allow anyone to come in and give this a whirl." Aaron spoke quietly.

"Come on Aaron, you know me better than that." Rebecca glanced at David, his expression said he wasn't pleased either.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Welcome to Magnolia Ridge, Jason."