Spencer Reid laid quietly in his bottom bunk in the middle of the barracks. Around him, the cadets he had been training with for the last couple of days slept peacefully. Despite how tired he was from the last few days of training, it was something he hadn't been able to do since his fire guard duty at three.

While serving fire guard duty with his battle buddy, Cadet Ned Fergenson, from three to four, an MP had come up into the barracks. Reid had noted the name on his uniform was Phillips and by the insignia on the man's collar, he held the rank of Captain. As cadets were expected to, both he and Fergenson had stood at attention and saluted him when he came onto the floor. Phillips had returned the salute but hadn't said anything. He looked briefly around and then had left the floor.

Reid found the whole situation strange. For starters, the only cadre they tended to see while on fire guard duty were the drill sergeants that were on duty. Secondly, why had he been in the building? If he was checking things out, why hadn't he gone to the third floor where the third and fourth platoons were sleeping?

The incident had left him uneasy, and when he and Fergenson had been relieved at four by the next pair of cadets, Reid had returned to his bed still feeling uneasy and wished there was some way he could get a message to someone. He kept replaying the incident over in his head, trying to figure out if he was missing something. Reid went through the names of military personnel that he had looked at files for before going undercover. Captain Phillips had been one of the first names to be eliminated from the list as there was no stressors apparent in his file. Now he was wondering if he had missed something.

He still wasn't asleep when the door to the barracks opened. Assuming it was the drill sergeant conducting bed check, Reid tried to pretend he was sleeping. Out of slightly opened eyes, he watched the shadow of a person walk quickly down the middle of the room, flashlight in hand. When the person came to a stop in front of his bunk he quickly closed his eyes, listening carefully to make sure he didn't hear footsteps coming any closer to his bed. He was aware of the light from the flashlight falling on him briefly. Reid tried to keep his breathing even, like it would be if he was sleeping even though he could feel his pulse quicken.

The light moved away, followed by footsteps moving back toward the door. Reid opened his eyes and raised slightly on one elbow, as he looked toward the door. He could make out the outline of the lone figure reaching the door. As the door opened and the light from the hallway had fallen on the person, he recognized Sgt. Sullivan.

As far as he knew this was the first time Sgt. Sullivan had come into the barracks to specifically check on him. ~Apparently I'm not the only one suspicious of something going on,~ Reid thought, unsure if that put him more at ease or worried him even more.

From his estimation, that had been about ten minutes ago. Since then he had given up even trying to go back to sleep. He knew he had to be on his toes and ready to react to anything. What was going on? Had the UNSUB started to make his move? Did they know who it was and were just trying to catch him in the act or did they only have suspicions like he did himself?

Reid laid in the bed, staring up at the mattress of the top bunk. He just wanted the wake-up call to come. For the lights to be on so he wasn't lying here in the dark waiting for an attack that might never come. Wanted to be up and about without risking the chance of blowing his cover.

BAU Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was about ready to leave his hotel room to go relieve Rossi at the base when his cell phone rang. "Hotch," he said, answering the call.

"It's Rossi. We may have something going on here at the base. Major Morgan called me, told me to keep a close eye on the MP they have station here at the barracks. Apparently he's not following the orders he was given."

"Did she give you a name of the officer."

"Captain Phillips."

"Okay. Stay vigilant. I'm going to wake up Morgan and have him check what we've come up with on Captain Phillips and then we'll join you there on the base."

"Understood," Rossi replied. "If you don't get here before the next MP takes over here, do you want me to stay with Phillips."

"Yes. If he leaves that area, I want to know where he goes. Reid has Sgt. Sullivan looking out for him and Lt. Crothers should be arriving there shortly for morning formation. Morgan and I will try to get there before the schedule change of guard at 0530."

Hotch ended the call, and put his cell phone away. Moments later he was standing outside of Morgan's hotel room door. He knocked several times before Morgan finally answered.

"Hotch?" Morgan asked, not quite awake yet. "What's going on?"

"I need to know what we found out about a Captain Phillips," Hotch told him as he walked into the room before Morgan had a chance to invite him in.

"Is he our UNSUB?" Morgan asked, closing the door behind his boss. He then headed for the table where the files for the current case were sitting. Morgan looked quickly through the folders there and quickly found the paper he was looking for. It was Reid's original list of names and in Reid's small neat handwriting, the agent's notes on each name were written.

"I don't know yet, but he's done something to arouse your sister's suspicions."

"Reid wrote down that there were no stressors in Captain Phillips' file," Morgan said.

"We're missing something somewhere," Hotch commented. "Get dressed. We're heading to the base. I'll wait in the hall for you."

Morgan nodded. Hotch left the room and took the few steps across the hallway to the opposite side. Turning, he leaned back against the wall. He debated on whether or not to wake up JJ and Prentiss. He finally decided not to. Not only did that mean he would need to wait longer while they got ready but this could also turn out to be nothing. He was sure that Rossi, Morgan and himself could handle the situation. Not to mention that Prentiss hadn't been feeling well yesterday evening.

"Let's go," Morgan said as he came out of the hotel room.

"That was fast," Hotch commented, as the two agents headed down the hallways toward the elevators.

"When you go through basic you learn to get ready fast. If you want any decent amount of sleep at least."

Hotch just nodded, knowing Morgan was referring to his time in the Marines. The two agents were quiet as they headed for the SUV. Reaching their vehicle, they climbed in with Hotch behind the wheel. The BAU unit chief toyed with the idea of turning the sirens and lights so he could go faster. He held off though. There was no indications that this was a true emergency. They might all just be worrying about nothing.

It was just after five-thirty when they reached the guard gate. After the last few days of going back and forth the base's guards were getting use to seeing the FBI agents. Both Hotch and Morgan simply held up their credentials for the guard to see and then were waved through.

"Captain Phillips relief should be taking over at this time," Hotch commented, glancing down at the clock in the vehicle. "I told Rossi to stay with him if he should leave the area."

"What's our plan. Are we going to detain Phillips for questioning or what?"

"I don't know. I think we need to meet up with your sister and find out what she wants to do."

"Should I call her?"

"Hold off on that. She's the one who called Rossi. I'm hoping that when we get to the barracks, she'll be there already."

Morgan nodded, drumming his fingers on the door he had his arm resting on. There was a reason he liked to drive in situations like this – at least it gave him something to concentrate on.

Hotch turned onto the road leading past the barracks that the battalion Reid was with. He put his foot down a little harder on the accelerator. He was over the base speed limit but at this point he didn't care. As they passed the barracks, Morgan searched the area surrounding it but didn't see anything out of place. Lights were on in the barracks meaning the cadets were awake and getting ready for the day. One lone MP stood out front of the barracks.

~Is that Captain Phillips or whoever relieved him?~ Morgan thought. Glancing toward the parked jeep they were approaching, Morgan noted that there was no sign of Rossi and assumed the change of guard had already taken place.

As Hotch brought the SUV to a stop on the opposite side of the road from the jeep Rossi had been keeping watch from, another jeep came into sight from the opposite direction. Hotch and Morgan were getting out of their vehicle as it came to a stop behind the other jeep. Major Morgan hurriedly got out of the jeep.

"I was hoping to get here before Captain Phillips left the area but it took me longer to find the information I was looking for," she said as she walked toward the two FBI agents.

"I gave Rossi orders to follow him, and as I don't see Rossi I'm assuming he's doing just that," Hotch told her, noticing that she had something in her hand.

"Good, because I think Phillips is the guy you're looking for."

"Reid didn't find anything that would qualify as a stressor in his file," Morgan said.

"That's because it isn't in his file. When Sgt. Sullivan called me reporting his suspicions of Captain Phillips the conversation I had with you and Reid about stressors and how it would probably be something recent that happened came to mind. I recalled something else to. Right after I started this assignment Captain Phillips had taken emergency leave for personal reasons. I never knew the reason why but I got to thinking about it this morning. I did some looking through newspapers in his hometown and I found this article," she said handing the paper she was holding to Hotch.

Hotch took it, and turning so he could see it in the headlights of the jeep, saw that a newspaper article was printed on it. The headline of the article read "Hometown Hero Dies In Accident On Base". Below the headline was a black and white picture of a young man in an army uniform.

"After finding the article I took a chance and checked Captain Phillips locker at headquarters. I found this picture taped inside," Major Morgan added, handing over the photo.

"It's the same photo as the newspaper article but in color," Hotch said, looking at it.

"And the kid has brown hair, brown eyes, and is slight of build," Morgan added, looking over his supervisor's shoulder. "Dammit, I've had two conversations with Phillips over the last couple of days and I didn't pick up on anything though I should have. The second time I caught him watching the barracks here. He said he wanted to check and see if I needing anything. If he is our UNSUB, he knows we're watching the battalion."

"Do you think he knows Reid's true identity."

"I don't know," Morgan said. "Maybe we should pull Reid now?"

Hotch shook his head. "Not yet. This could be the break we need in this case." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "I know its early but try calling Garcia. Let's see what she can find out about," Hotch glanced down at the article looking for the name, "Private Anthony Chaplain."

"You got it."

Hotch was about to try calling Rossi when the other agent hurried up to him.

"I lost sight of Captain Phillips. I'm not sure where he got to."

Hotch cursed softly but refrained from rebuking the other agent. Its not like he had done it on purpose and placing blame would get them nowhere. He looked toward the barracks. Maybe Morgan was right. Perhaps they should pull Reid. ~If Phillips is our UNSUB though, this could be our chance to catch him. Where is he and what is he up to?~

As he walked back to the barracks from the bathroom, Reid kept a close eye on his surroundings. Other than his fellow cadets, he didn't see anyone else and there were a limited number of places to hide within the building. Still, he wasn't about to let his guard down. He had noticed Sgt. Sullivan standing at the top of the stairs. One look at the drill sergeant told Reid that something had him on edge and that was enough to make him uneasy.

In the barracks, most of the other cadets were up and moving though most of them didn't look to be too awake. A few hadn't even ventured out of bed yet. Reaching his bunk, Reid found that his battle buddy was one of those cadets.

"Hey, Fergenson, time to get up or we're going to be late," Reid said, reaching up and shaking the other cadet's shoulder slightly.

"Just five more minutes," Ned Fergenson mumbled, taking the pillow out from underneath his head and trying to hide underneath of it.

Reid reached out and took the pillow from him. "I already gave you five more minutes, now get up. I don't want to be doing push-ups before morning formation for a third day in a row, especially as we're starting PT this morning."

Muttering incoherently under his breath, Cadet Ferguson finally threw back the sheet and sat up in the bed. He looked down at Reid. "I really hate morning people."

"Fine, hate me but hate me while you're getting ready," Reid replied. He waited until his battle buddy was climbing down from the top bunk before sitting on his own already made bed. He reached under the bunk and pulled out his sneakers. As Ferguson left the room, Reid put his shoes on. He was aware of the room quickly emptying as cadets headed out for morning formation.

Finishing with his shoes, Reid stood up and started making Fergenson's bed. ~And I thought I wasn't much of a morning person,~ he thought, shaking his head as he straightened the sheet and tucked it in neatly. Getting his battle buddy moving in the morning was sometimes one of the hardest things of the day.

By the time Cadet Fergenson came back into the room, it was mostly empty, and Reid had finished with his bed.

"Maybe you should just head down without me," Ned suggested, reaching for his sneakers. He began putting them on without untying them.

"No. We're suppose to stick together," Reid replied. He knew all to well what could happen when you split up. Not to mention they were expected to show up together. Showing up at formation without Fergenson would probably mean as many push-ups as if they were both late. "Just hurry up."

Fergenson quickly stuffed his left foot into his second shoe and stood up. "I'm ready."

The two cadets headed for the door of the barracks. Reid noted that they were the last two to leave. Glancing at his watch, he was relieved to see they still had five minutes before they needed to be in formation. As they entered the hallway, Reid noted that Sgt. Sullivan was nowhere to be seen. He had expected to see the drill sergeant still there.

As he followed Fergenson to the steps, Reid glanced around apprehensively. ~Perhaps he's just waiting downstairs so as not to look too obvious,~ he told himself, as he followed his battle buddy down the steps. He was looking forward to joining the rest of the battalion out front. Somehow he wouldn't feel quite as exposed when he was part of the group.

~That's one person out of the way,~ he thought closing the door of the office behind him. He headed for the back door. As he slipped out the door and down the few steps, he started to feel excited.

~It won't be long now. Anthony will soon have his justice.~

reaching the sidewalk, he moved around to the side of the steps. He picked up the glass bottle and rag he had placed there not long ago. Soaking the rag with the liquid inside the bottle, he glanced up at the door to the building. There was no sign of the two cadets yet. He recapped the bottle and placed it back in the corner.

Crouching down beside the steps, he heard the door of the building open.

~Not long at all,~ he thought, a smile coming to his lips. He listened as two pairs of footsteps started down the cement steps. ~Patience is about to pay off.~