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Ryan lounged on the couch on the break room and chewed on a tuna sandwich.
"So, what is it you guys do anyways?" He asked the profilers in the room.
"We analyze human behavior and use it to find criminals." Prentiss said.
"Primarily psycopaths." Reid added.
"That has to be the most interesting job in the world." Walter commented.
"It certainly is." JJ said dryly. They looked up as Horatio and Rossi returned.
"Where's Eric?" Horatio asked.
"Hiding from Stetler." Calleigh answered.
"Ah." Horatio stood in the corner. "Did your analyst find anything helpful?"
"Nothing, they've kept everything under the table, but she's still looking." JJ answered.
"They are professionals, I wouldn't expect any less." Horatio sighed. He looked at his beeping cell phone. "I have another scene. Keep doing whatever you do. Mr. Wolfe, go find Eric please." Ryan suppressed a groan before putting the rest of his lunch in the fridge.
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Horatio kneeled down in the soft mud of the glades. Tom was photographing one young boy, he was probably nine years old. The other boy laid closer to the road. Hotch stood over by the other boy.
"I have a feeling these two won't be the last we'll find." Horatio stood up and put his hands on his hips.
"You are probably right."
"I hope he's not." Tom commented.
"So, what is this scene telling you?" Horatio asked, he tried not to sound arrogant.
"They were dumped, what else is there to see?" Hotch said before walking back onto the dirt road.
"These treads are different." Eric said.
"Good, see if you can get a specific vehicle." Eric nodded and took the pictures over to the AV Hummer.
"Do you think they are going to kill the rest of them?" Horatio asked.
"It's very likely." Hotch stared at a spot in the dirt.
"Have some faith." Horatio clapped him on the shoulder and climbed back onto the road.
"H," Eric called to the lieutenant.
"What did you get?"
"The same treads showed up in a robbery from two months ago."
"Do they have an owner?"
"Bradley Singo. He lives in Coral Gables."
"Hotchner! We might have one of our guys." He called down to the agent.