"Alright." Hotch started as he walked into the conference room. "We know the pattern, have we determined the next potential victims?"

"The Dubay family." Emily told him. "They took care of Maggie in her late teens. We called them and Mr. and Mrs. Dubay agreed to come in tomorrow morning after they get their kids to school."

"Alright, Morgan- you and Reid go to the school in the morning, tell the staff what's going on and work on protection detail. Rossi, you and Parker are going to Orlando to gather as much information about the case as you can. Prentiss, you'll talk to the Dubays when the arrive. Everyone get a-"

"Uh, sir?" Garcia interrupted, suddenly flashing up on the monitor .

"Garcia, I thought you went home for the night?" Hotch asked.

"I did, but I couldn't sleep so I came back and did a search on Maggie and Richie's birth parents..."

"And?" Emily urged.

"Well... uh, their mother was kind of the town whore and happened to be sleeping with the richest guy in town- Greg Townsend. Well, one night, Greg and Rebbeca- the mother- went missing. A few days later, the family was run out of town. About a month after that, the father- Jeremey Gray- ran off and no one has heard from him since."

"What was Gray like?" Reid inquired.

Garcia did some searching and responded in a matter of second, "On welfare, no house, the family apparently lived in a large shed."

"So the UnSub is Jeremy Gray?" Briana asked.

"We don't know that for sure." Hotch scolded.

Briana simply rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance.
"Okay, fine. My personal speculation is that the unidentified subject of our hunt is Jeremy Gray. Better?"

"Yes." Hotch replied plainly. "Now why do you think that?"

"I'm not a profiler, why are you pushing?" Briana asked, the annoyance still present.

"Because everyone on this team is a profiler. Garcia is, JJ was, Jordan Todd was and now you are. You made a claim, support it."

"Well," She started, her eyes slanted up to the right, "he all together failed at life, apparently. Couldn't hold a steady job, the whole family lived in a shed, so he obviously couldn't support them. Then his wife cheats on him with the guy who's everything he isn't. Ouch. So he snaps, kills the wife and boyfriend and leaves it be. Eventually he ditches his kids but then gets really pissed off because- even though they were living with like, ten to fourteen other people at a time- they were still better off then when they were with him. Throw in a deadly combination of male pride and excessive stupidity, and you're just asking for trouble."

Spencer had to strangle back a laugh. Though everything she said was correct and made perfect sense, the less-than-professional way she said it gave a much needed dose of reality to the situation. They were always looking at the UnSubs as puzzles, nothing more. She looked at them as actual people.

"Okay," Hotch announced, breaking the silence, "Morgan, Reid, you two go back to the hotel and get some sleep. Emily and I will go to the Dubays, explain exactly what's going on and get them security. Rossi, Parker, get on the jet now and go down to Orlando. I don;t care how late it is, we need to catch this man. Garcia?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Do anything you have to to find Gray, short of getting yourself on another watchlist."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, the screen went blank and the room was moving.

"I'll call the pilot." Parker told Rossi, "You go get the car started."

Morgan and Spencer stood silently in the elevator, each thinking about the case. Or so Spencer thought.

"So you like Parker?" Morgan questioned.

Reid looked at him in shock. "N-no, I mean, she's great at her job and has an amazing personality-"

"And every time you see her, you blush. She reverted you back to stuttering- which you haven't done in years- and you seemed relieved when Hotch paired us together. You're nervous around her."

"That's doesn't mean that I have some kind of thing for her."

"You acted the same way around JJ when she was new."

That comment for some reason struck a chord.

"Do not compare Briana to JJ." Spencer growled, rage coursing through his veins.

Morgan just looked at him and said nothing more. Not a minute later, the doors opened and Spencer stormed out.

How dare he compare Briana to JJ! They were completely different. JJ was a quiet leader and a warm, motherly figure. Briana was a take-charge woman who was very protective of herself and probably her friends.

And just what the hell was Morgan implying? That the only reason Spencer has feelings for Briana because she represented someone that he's had underlying feelings for?
Well that's bullshit. As if he can't decipher between two different woman.

Spencer walked into his room and fell onto his bed. He knew the differences. He knew that he liked Briana for Briana and not JJ. So why couldn't he get what Morgan said out of his head?

"So," Rossi began as he sat down across from Briana, "How do you like the BAU?"

She looked up at him from under her bangs and replied in a confused voice, "It's fine, I guess."

Rossi just smirked and took a sip of his coffee. Briana took this as an ending to the conversation and looked back down at her work.

"What happened in the elevator?" He asked light-heartedly.

"I got scared." She told him simply, not looking up form her papers.

"Why?"

"I don't like elevators."

"I never would have guessed."

They sat in silence for a while, Rossi waiting for her to break, Bri trying to ignore his eyes boring into her skull.

"I had a traumatic experience on an elevator when I was really young. And then another when I was a teenager." She explained, glazing over the actual events in hopes that he'd let it drop.

"What happened?"

Damn.

She sighed and continued to stare at her work.
"When I was six, I had to go to weekly therapy sessions. It was winter, so night had already fallen and it was storming. My dad had told me to go up, that he needed to find a spot in the parking garage. I was in the elevator alone and scared of the storm, the the elevator car stalled.

"The power went out and the car kept jerking and I was little and alone and terrified, screaming for my daddy. Eventually, the fire department came and pried open the doors. I thought they were monsters coming to eat me."

She took a shaky breath and blinked back tears before continuing.

"Life went on and the memory soon migrated to the back of my mind, until I was thirteen."

She could feel Rossi watching her intently, gauging every reaction.

"I was at the mall playing Man Hunt with some friends. I was alone in the elevator, again, and just chillin'. Then, the car stalled- again. Before I knew what the hell was happening, a huge thundering sound echoed through the car and I felt my stomach fly into my throat. Then there was a crash and everything was black.

"The cables had snapped half way up to the third floor. When the car crashed, I had hit my head and messed up the Occipital Lobe of my brain. I was blind for three months."

Rossi didn't know what to say. Was there really anything to say?

He watched her hand start gliding over her paper once again and took it as his queue to got up and walked away, giving her shoulder a small squeeze as he passed.
She looked up at him and gave a small smile before returning to her work.

A/N: So yeah, real events with the whole elevator thing. Scary stuff, dude.