Hotchner knew what Major Morgan was doing. She was trying to keep Lt. Crothers calm to keep the situation from getting out of hand. If the lieutenant felt too threatened he might insist on legal counsel before answering any other questions. They needed to avoid that.

When Lt. Crothers nodded slightly, Hotch asked his next question.

"What were you talking to the cadet about."

"I talked to quite a few of the cadets yesterday. Can you be more specific?"

"Cadet Martin," Hotch told him.

"I was just asking him a few questions about himself," Lt. Crothers said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I thought Cadet Martin might have been someone I had seen before. I was just . . . it wasn't him."

"Wasn't who?"

Lt. Crothers hesitated in answering the question, as he thought about something. Suddenly the FBI agent's questioning started making sense to him. "That's why you were asking questions about lecture attendance at college. FBI agents have done lectures at Georgetown. I went to see one of those lectures my senior year. The speaker was a Dr. Spencer Reid. When I saw Cadet Martin, he reminded me of that agent."

"Have you spoken about your suspicions to anyone else?"

"No."

"Are you absolutely sure? Not even a casual mention," Hotch said, taking a couple steps closer to the desk and placing his palms of his hand on the top of the desk. "This is extremely important."

"No. I didn't say anything to anyone. I first met Cadet Martin at the airport. Like I said, he reminded me of someone else. I didn't have a chance to ask any questions at the airport so when I had a chance before evening formation yesterday, I just asked him a few questions about where he was from. I figured I had been mistaken. Now I'm starting to think otherwise."

Major Morgan looked over at Hotch, wondering where the FBI agent was going to go with this. Agent Reid was his subordinate. Whatever direction they went from here, it was the BAU supervisor's call.

"You're right," Hotch replied, standing up straight but not breaking eye contact with the army lieutenant sitting in front of him. "Cadet Martin is one of our agents. Agent Reid to be exact. We're hoping that by placing him as a cadet we can catch the UNSUB in the act. You don't fit our profile for who we're looking for, so giving the fact that you're now aware of Cadet Martin's true identity we have only two options. Option one – you're pulled from your assignment as first platoon TAC officer to eliminate the risk of you inadvertently blowing our agent's cover and endangering his safety. Option two – you work with us in bringing this investigation to a close. Which one is it going to be, Lieutenant?" Hotch asked, already certain of what Lt. Crothers answer was going to.

With a feeling of dread, Reid made his way to the shower room, toiletries in hand. He had been trying to figure out how to avoid this all day, but their just didn't seem to be a way, except for breaking curfew and showering at lights out. Though the prospect of getting in trouble for that was more appealing than showering in front of his fellow cadets, somehow the prospect of getting caught by one of the drill sergeants weirded him out even more.

He had however held out as long as he could before heading to take a shower. Most of the cadets in first and second platoon had already taking their showers.

~I'll just go in, shower as fast as I can, and get out. Everyone else is doing it. It's no big deal,~ Reid thought, trying to convince himself of just that.

He heard the sound of running water and some voices talking over top of it, as soon as he pushed the door open. He hesitated before stepping into the bathroom, the thought of heading back to the barracks crossing his mind. In the end, he went forward. Determined to get this hell over with.

Ten minutes later, the ordeal was over with, and he was gratefully headed back to the barracks. His battle buddy, Cadet Fergenson was already sitting on the top bunk, a book in hand. He looked up from the book as Reid approached.

"That was a quick shower, Martin," Fergenson commented

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure I beat lights out," Reid replied.

"Well, you did that. You still have fifteen minutes."

Reid just nodded as he put things in order and made sure he knew where things he would need in the morning were

"If I were you, I'd watch yourself. Looks like you've already caught the eye of Drill Sergeant Sullivan. I can't believe he called you out for being out of step during drill and ceremony practice this afternoon. It's not like you were the only one."

~And I wasn't even out of step,~ Reid thought to himself. It had surprised him when he had been called out for being out of step for just that reason. He knew arguing with the drill sergeant wasn't going to get him anywhere, except maybe into more trouble, so he had gone along with it. Had moved out front of the platoon as instructed and started the fifty push-ups he had been told to do by Sgt. Sullivan, still wondering what was going on, especially when the drill sergeant had knelt down next to him. After Sullivan had yelled something at him that he hadn't really paid attention to, with his back to the platoon, the drill sergeant had lowered his voice and delivered a message from Hotch. His boss had wanted to let him know that they had brought Lt. Crothers in on the operation.

~If that's going to be there method of delivery, I hope the team doesn't send me many more messages,~ Reid thought, not looking forward to having to do push-ups every time someone wanted to get a message to him. His arms ached a bit from the push-ups he had done today.

"Yeah, I think your right so how about you make a little effort to wake up on time in the morning and not make us late for formation," Reid told his battle buddy. "I really don't want to start tomorrow morning out with fifty push-ups like we did this morning."

Fergenson grinned. "I'll try but I can't make any promises. I'm just not a morning person," he replied. Reid nodded and sat down on the bunk below. Fergenson leaned over the side of the bunk to peer down at him. "At least we don't have fireguard duty tonight. That should help."

"It better," Reid told him, laying back on his bed. He linked his fingers together behind his head and stared up at the bottom of the mattress above him. From his side of things, there didn't seem to be any progress in the case. Lt. Crothers questions the first day had made him a littl uneasy. The thought that he had been the UNSUB had definitely crossed his mind but if Hotch had brought him into the operation then they must know something he didn't.

Other than that, nothing unusual had caught his attention. Talk about the three most recent incidents had been a hot topic among his fellow cadets. The cadre had been force to move some people from their original assignments because of cadets that had dropped out at the last minute. Those who had come had either not heard about what was going on at the base before hand, or had just refused to be intimidated about it.

~I hope the team has made some progress. That they have some leads to follow, because I'm sure not learning anything useful from my vantage point.~

The call for lights out came and people around him scrambled to finish things up and put books or letters away. One of the cadets in the first bunk flipped the switch and the room was plunged into darkness. Pale light from outside soon made it possible to make out the shadows of furniture in the room to be made out. Whispers floated about, as cadets continued to talk in hush voices.

As tired as he was physically, Reid knew that sleep wasn't going to come easily. Too much was going through his mind at this point to make that possible. He kept going through the events of the day, trying to figure out if he had missed anything. He also couldn't shake the guilt he felt. He hadn't written his mother a letter these past two days. It was one of the sacrifices that he had to make in doing this undercover assignment.

~She'll understand,~ he tried to assure himself, once again. He had explained the situation to her in his letter Saturday. Had warned her that he wouldn't be able to write for a few days and not to worry. ~I'll have a lot to tell her when this assignment is finally over. I'll make it up to her,~ Reid told himself.

The whispers died as the door to the room opened. Reid closed his eyes as the drill sergeant on duty started walking down the middle of the room to make bed check. Day two of this assignment was coming to an end.

~Hopefully we'll get a break in this case tomorrow,~ Reid thought, listening to the footsteps of the drill sergeant as he walked through the room, checking on everyone.

EarlyTuesday morning:

From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the back of the barracks. Though lights were on inside, no one had yet to emerge. Still he stood patiently, peering around the trunk of the tree he was hiding behind. It was just a matter of time. All he had to do was be patient. This wasn't something that could be rushed.

~Early morning will probably be the best time to strike but I need to be sure. I can't afford any mistakes now that they're getting suspicious. I don't want to leave any clues for the FBI to pick up on. I want justice for Anthony but shaking confidence in the FBI will be an added benefit. If they leave here unable to solve this, and they're going to, then that is going to look bad on them.~

He stood silently, waiting and watching. He leaned casually against the tree until the first of the cadets started to make their way out of the barracks. Standing a little straighter, but still trying to stay unnoticed in the shadows, he watched for the cadet he was interested in. It was a long wait, but finally the cadet exited the building. Save for his battle buddy, he was alone.

~This could be it,~ he thought, excited by the fact that Rex Jones was one of the last to leave the barracks. ~I can handle having only one witness around. If I do it right, I can take care of my target and leave without the other one knowing. Silence. That is what I need to move with if I make my move here,~ he thought as he watched Sgt. Sullivan leave the barracks and follow the other two around the building.

But that wasn't something that could be determined right then and there. He needed to do some more reconnaissance. Make sure that this was his best chance. Patience. It was a virtue and something that was necessary for him to get his revenge. To achieve the justice that he sought.

He waited a few more minutes, counting the number of people leaving the building after his target. Two more females left and another pair of males. Once he was fairly sure that everyone had left the building, he left his spot from behind the tree. He needed to find a new vantage point to carry out his surveillance.

Surevelliance from now on was going to prove a little more difficult. He would need to stay under the radar of the FBI agents who were doing their own surveillance.

~I've got an advantage over them though. I know they're there. I know where they are going to be. They don't know about me and I intend on keeping it that way,~ he thought, stepping out from behind the tree and walking to the corner of the building opposite of what the others had taken.

Tuesday Evening:

SSA Derek Morgan sat in a jeep not far from the barracks that Reid's battalion were staying in. The cadets were just getting back fo the barracks after their training of the day. Morgan's eyes were focused on one platoon in particular. In the second squad of the second platoon, Morgan spotted Reid second in line. Even two days later, he had to admit that seeing the younger agent with the military hair cut was strange.

~The kid probably feels strange with it too,~ Derek thought. He tapped his fingers idly on the steering wheel on which his hand rested. ~We're getting no where on this case. He doesn't even seem to be interested in the target we set up. Is he on to us? Does he know Reid isn't really a cadet?~

Derek sighed. They had narrowed down the list some but there were still just too many names. They had a few names that stood out more than the others, like Lt. Gonzalez whom Penelope had mentioned. There were a couple others that Reid had looked into extensively before going undercover. However, there was nothing concrete for them to go off of. Another person that had drawn their attention had been Sgt. Chistopher Knight. He had replaced Sgt. Sullivan as a drill sergeant for Magunsen and Warden's platoon, when Eric had gone home to be with his Dad and had approached Sullivan yesterday about why he hadn't come back. Eric had told them it had seem to be more than idle curiosity and Knight had fit their profile, a possible stressor being a kid brother who had died of Leukimia about a year ago. Again there was nothing concrete though and Knight had not been seen around Reid's battalion after he had spoken with Sullivan.

~It's possible that the stress of not knowing who is behind the attacks on base is already starting to make the soldiers question each other. Question who they can and can't trust.~

Hotch and Rossi were thinking about bringing people in for routine questioning and trying to flush the UNSUB out that way. The problem with that was that people were going to start doubting one another for sure. People were going to doubt those brought in for questioning. It had already happened once after Lt. Crothers had been called in to speak with Becky and Hotch. Lt. Crothers had reported that his fellow cadre had seemed less inclined to want to be around him. The increasing feeling of uneasiness on the base would probably escalate to more of a panic. It was something they had been trying to avoid.

"Want to head back to the hotel and get some sleep?"

Derek Morgan jumped at the sound of Rossi's voice. He turned his head to see Rossi standing next to the jeep. It seemed strange to see the older agent in camouflage instead of his normal outfit consisting of a dress shirt, suit jacket and jeans. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the other agent approach.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Rossi added, an amused smile on his face.

"Yeah, guess I wasn't paying much attention," Morgan replied. "I thought Prentiss was suppose to relieve me?"

"Emily wasn't feeling well so I told her I'd cover her shift tonight."

"Anything serious?"

"I don't think so. I think the heat might be getting to her. JJ is keeping an eye on her."

"Good," Derek said, opening the door to the jeep. He stepped out and stretched his cramped muscles.

"Anything interesting happen?"

"Don't I wish," Derek replied. "Everything is status quo. Reid's battalion just got back to the barracks. I'm real glad I'm not pulling night duty around here."

"After sneaking up on you, I have to say I'm glad that's the case too," Rossi told him as the two agents switched car keys. "I parked the SUV up the road in that direction. Shouldn't take you long to walk there and it'll give you a chance to stretch."

"That's something I'll definitely welcome. I'm not sure how many more days of this surveillance I can take."

"Yeah, you're not the only one. Hotch wants to discuss other options tomorrow as this doesn't seem to be getting us anywhere."

"It was a good idea though," Morgan said, trying to be diplomatic.

"Go get some sleep," Rossi told him, moving past Morgan and getting into the driver's seat of the jeep.

"Later, Rossi," Derek said, as he headed down the road back to the SUV.

Upon reaching the vehicle, Derek took off the hat and uniform top and tossed both into the passenger seat. Climbing in behind the wheel, he started up the SUV and headed toward the gate. After showing his FBI credentials to the gate he was soon on the road headed toward the hotel. He would meet with Hotch briefly, check in on Prentiss, and then shower and climb into bed.

The ringing of her cell phone woke Major Rebecca Morgan out of a deep sleep. Reaching blindly toward the nightstand for it, her fingers finally found it. Flipping the phone open, she blinked a few times at the brightness of the screen in the dark bedroom and then looked at the name on the phone – Eric Sullivan.

Suddenly feeling awake, she hit the button to answer the call and put it to her ear. "Major Morgan, here."

"Major, I'm sorry to disturb you but you told me to call if anything aroused my suspicion."

"Yes, Sergeant," she replied sitting up in the bed. "What's going on?" she asked as she glanced to her digital alarm clock to see what time it was. The clock read four thirty a.m.

"Well, I have night duty here at the cadet's barracks tonight and Captain Phillips is the MP that's assigned to the battalion right now. Captain Phillips has been in the building quite a bit tonight and this last time I questioned him about it. He said he thought he saw someone enter the building and was checking it out and then just left."

"Reid?"

"I've already checked in on him, he's fine. I'm in the offices outside first and second platoon's bunk room right now."

"Good. Keep a close eye on him," Major Morgan told him. The MPs that were assigned to keep an eye on the cadets had been given orders to keep watch outside of the barracks at night. If Captain Phillips had noticed something suspicious, he should have alerted the two drill sergeants on duty not been looking around the barracks alone. "I'll alert the FBI agent on watch and I'm heading over there myself. Don't do anything to arouse Captain Phillips suspicions. We'll handle it but make sure you stay alert."

"Yes, ma'am."

Major Morgan ended the call and then grabbed a pocket notebook that she kept with her during the day. Flipping it open she checked to see which FBI agent was keeping an eye on the barracks at this time. She saw the scratched out name with another written above it – Rossi. Hotch had called her the evening before after they had made the change. Punching in the number, she placed the call.

"Rossi."

"This is Major Morgan. Do you have the MP assigned to that area in sight?"

"I do now. He's out front of the building. Came out about five minutes ago. Is something going on?"

"Sgt. Sullivan just called. My officers are under orders to maintain watch on the outside of the building during the night but Sgt. Sullivan reported Captain Phillips has been inside the building a few times tonight. I'm going to come over and talk with him but I want to check into some things first. Can you keep a close eye on him? If he reenters the building let me know."

"You think he might be our guy?"

"I don't know but I do know he isn't following the orders he was given."

"Got it. I'll keep an eye on him."

Rebecca Morgan ended the second call and quickly got changed. Ten minutes later she was on her way to headquarters. She wanted to check with the MP on duty at the desk to see if Phillips had called anything in and to check something in the files before heading out to talk to Captain Phillips.