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The next morning, Reid walked into the BAU, leading Andrew and Isabella in behind him.

"You kids hang out in here. We have a case, so you'll be here with Garcia today then you'll be at her house for then night. I've got to meet with the team, okay?" Reid said as they arrived at the kitchen area.

"Can we come?" Isabella asked eagerly, dropping her bag on a chair.

"No." Morgan answered, walking in the room and refilling his coffee cup. "You know the rules. You two hang out here." He explained, before exiting, motioning for Reid to follow. Reid looked at them and shrugged before following Derek.

"Aw, come on! We should go eavesdrop." Bella exclaimed angrily, turning to Andrew.

"Maybe we should listen to them…" He said nervously.

"You're such a dork!" Isabella laughed. "We're not going to let them stop us." She concluded, determined.

"Us?" Andrew gulped. "I don't want to get in trouble…"

He was cut off by Bella, who grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

-:-

"This guy stole two kids, cousins Amy and Blake Barker, a week ago as they were walking home from school in Richmond. The parents got worried when they didn't get home from school. Then, he called the family and blamed the kids. He said it was their fault for being taken. He then told them to check their computer in a few hours. He streamed video live of the kids being tortured. Then he killed them. Found them two days later in an empty alley." Agent Jareau started, passing out the files for the team to look at. "This morning, two more teens from Richmond, siblings this time. James and Marissa Bendel. They were skipping class and now are missing."

"How do we know it's the same guy?" Rossi asked.

"The parents got the same call and are now waiting for the video." She responded.

-:-

"Man, I can't hear a thing!" Bella complained, her ear pressed against the conference room door. "No wonder they heard wrong when you asked me to the dance!"

"Bella, we should stop. This is bad." Andrew said cautiously.

"Oh, man up!" She scolded, straining to hear.

-:-

"He streams video? Couldn't you just identify him from there?" Reid asked, flipping through the file.

"Well, you can't see his face in the video. He wears a red jacket with the hood up." JJ answered.

"Can you trace the video?" Morgan asked.

"Nope. No one there has been able to, but they don't have Garcia." JJ said.

"Autopsy reports show he's been injecting them with diazepam to make them blackout." JJ added, showing the video of the pervious murder on the screen.

"He's got them taped up…but now, what's he doing?" Hotch asked.

"Branding them…" JJ replied, disgust lacing her voice.

"What of?"

"The infinity sign." JJ explained, clicking through pictures of letter burned onto the wrists of the victims. "We aren't sure of the relevance of that. He then keeps them for a while, just talking for them, seemingly teasing them, telling them it's their fault over and over. After that, he took them off the chairs and made them kneel on broken glass. He beat them while they were kneeling and threatened to kill them. He continued until they begged to be killed. Then, he kills them." JJ finished.

"Okay, tell Garcia she's coming. We need to try and find the video source when the video's streamed. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch stood up, then saw Reid, who was staring blankly at the paused video on the screen. "You okay?"

Reid blinked. "Um. Yeah. If Garcia's coming, then I guess the kids are, too."

Hotch simply nodded.

"I'll go tell them." Morgan said, standing up and heading for the door.

He opened the door and Isabella and Andrew both slammed into him, falling to the floor in a heap.

"What the-Where you guys listening?" Morgan asked, looking frustrated.

"Andrew?" Reid yelled, standing up.

"Umm, Bella made me!" Andrew squeaked.

Bella shot him a look, standing up. "Way to stick together, Dork."

Andrew pointed a finger at her. "Hey, I'm not a dork!"

"Either way," Morgan yelled. "You two shouldn't be listening."

"Why not?" Isabella argued, staring him down. Derek stared back, the whole team, plus Andrew, watching. Finally Bella retreated.

"Fine, we're sorry." Bella apologized, looking at the floor. She looked up at the team, her eyes wide. "We won't do it again."

"It's alright, Isabella. Just listen next time." Hotch said, sternly.

"Now, go gab your bags. You two and Garcia are coming. Hurry, I'll explain on the plane." Morgan demanded.

"Really?" Bella asked, hopefully.

"Yes." Her uncle said, still cross that they had disobeyed him. "But don't get your hopes up, little missy. You won't be getting to work the case. You and Junior Boy Wonder will be hanging out in the hotel."

Bella sighed. "Understandable." Then the two kids hurried down the hall, Bella scolding Andrew on ratting her out.

-:-

An hour and a half later, Morgan walked into the latest victim's family's house.

"Hey. Got Andrew and Bells all set up?" Reid greeted.

Morgan nodded. "Yes. Do you think they'll be okay? Stuck in that room all day?"

"Yes, they'll be fine. I mean, it's two teenagers in a hotel room, alone, all day. What's the worst that could happen? Boredom?" Reid said, not really realizing possibilities.

"Or pregnancy." Emily added, shrugging.

"What?" Morgan yelled, his mind flashing back to his conversation with Bella.

JJ shot Emily a look. "No way. This is Andrew and Bella we're talking about. They never stop fighting for long enough to even think about…that." She reassured Morgan.

"Well, maybe it's to conceal the true feelings they have for one another. You see it all the time in teenagers. Teen couples fight or banter to show affection as most adolescents are insecure and have difficulty showing real emotions." Reid explained.

"Yeah, and I've always thought they had a thing for each other. I mean, the way they-" Emily stopped mid-sentence when she saw Morgan's expression of terror and the look of death JJ was giving her. "Erm, I mean, I'm sure they just like each other as friends."

JJ, of course, came to the rescue once again. "Listen, they'll be fine. I doubt they like each other and even if they do, they're smart kids. They won't do anything reckless, okay? Now, you have to focus on this case."

Morgan nodded and they walked over to where everyone and the victim's father, Jim, were gathered around the computer as the video was streamed about an hour before. The victim's mother, Mary, was upstairs. She took one look at the screen and saw her two kids strapped to chairs, knocked out. She immediately broke down. "My babies." She cried over and over, before running up to her room, claiming to need to be alone. The kids on the video were awake now. They had been branded (a disgusting, upsetting thing to watch) and were now kneeling on the glass, crying. The UnSub stood in front of the girl, bellowing at her to stop her whining. She didn't, so he slapped her hard across the face, causing everyone to cringe.

Jim looked at Hotch, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please help them."

Hotch nodded. "Garcia, how's it coming?"

Penelope groaned for the millionth time that evening.

"What happened?" The father asked.

"This guy is good. He's got tons, probably hundreds, of virtual walls put up. Like, these are the most advanced encryptions ever. Don't get me wrong, I can crack it, it just may take a while."

On the video, the UnSub something drew his attention back to the camera. He walked back around to the other side. They heard him mumble, then heard rapid typing.

Penelope mumbled inaudibly as tons of pop-ups appeared on the screen. "Damn."

"What? What is it?" Rossi asked.

"He…he just put up a bunch of new protection." She stuttered, shocked. "I have to get through them now, too. This may be harder than I thought."

"Keep working." Hotch commanded, stressed. He looked back at the stream. The UnSub was still off screen.

"Will do, sir."

The phone rang. The father went and checked the number. "It's blocked. Do you think it's him again?"

Hotch and the team gathered around. "I'm not sure. He didn't call twice last time…put it on speaker. Garcia, trace this call. Just in case."

"On it!" She confirmed.

"Okay, before you answer. Try to humanize James and Marissa. Thank him, even. And keep him on the line as long as possible." Hotch instructed.

"Thank him?" The father asked, exasperated.

"I know it's difficult to understand, but trust me." Hotch reassured.

He nodded grimly. Holding his breath, he answered. "Hello?"

"Are you watching?" A raspy voice asked. The voice could be heard faintly from the background from the video, also.

"Yes. Thank you for not hurting them." The father said shakily.

"I'm afraid you won't be thankful for long." The voice said.

"What? Why?" Mr. Bendel cried, breaking down. "What did they do?"

"The were bad kids. Skipping class. They did it all the time, you know. They deserve punishment."

"No, they don't! Please." The father started sobbing.

Hotch turned to Garcia. "Anything?" He whispered.

She sighed. "It's disposable, but he hasn't left town. He's still in Richmond."

"Please. I just want them back. Nothing more." The father pleaded, crying.

"I know the FBI is there." The voice asked, ignoring his pleads. "I figured you'd send for help once they couldn't trace me. I've done my research. Aaron, David, Emily, Spencer, Derek, Jennifer and of course, Penelope. How do you like my little goose chase, Penelope? It's no use. Not even you can crack me." Getting no response, he continued. "Are you shocked at my knowledge?"

"No." Morgan growled, unable to control himself. The father, looking frightened, handed him the phone.

"No? Well, I have more. Aaron, you've had a bit of a bad childhood. What made your dad so angry with you? Jennifer, your sister killed herself. Did she finally figure out how stupid she was and see the world was better without her? She's intelligent, you should follow her lead. And Spencer, the genius. It seems you're dad left you. Good choice. Even if you were smart, you were a reject child. David, three marriages and yet no kids. What? You afraid you'll pass on your defective genes? Penelope, you were a naughty teenager. Hacked your way right into the FBI. And Emily, you might just be the worst of all. Pregnant at…what? Fifteen? Sixteen? You slut. You're all messed up."

Everyone just stood there, unable to process what was going on. No one said a word.

"Still need more?" The voice taunted. There was frantic typing. "Spencer, you adopted some kid? Why? 'Cuz you feel bad? I bet he's just as screwed up as you. You too, Derek. Your niece. She's with you, right? Her dad left her before he even knew her. She must be terrible. And…both were involved in a fight at school? Sounds like they could use some discipline, in my opinion."

"Shut up." Spencer blurted, surprising the whole team.

"Watch yourself." The voiced teased. "Or I might just have to snag them next."

"Hey! You leave them alone." Morgan whispered forcefully.

"Or what? What will you do?" The voice asked, laughing.

"Listen, you sick bastard. You're nothing. You just sit around on your sorry ass killing kids because you can't do anything else with your life. You are pathetic." Morgan sneered.

"I can't do anything, huh? Watch me." The voice said darkly before hanging up.

Morgan groaned in frustration and slammed the phone onto the table. He rubbed his forehead, obviously stressed. "Damn."

"Garcia, how could he have known all that?" Emily asked.

"Oh, honey. If there's anything I've learned about this guy it that he's a computer whiz. Unfortunately, he could probably find anything he wanted on anybody." Penelope admitted sadly, staring at Derek worriedly.

"Do you think he would really hurt Bella and Andrew?" JJ asked, fear in her eyes.

Hotch sighed. "I honestly don't know."

Spencer was fuming. "Well, if this guy is good as he sounds, we need to get them protected."

"I'll do it." JJ said, whipping out her phone.

Hotch stopped her. "Wait. We can't tell them."

"Why?"

Morgan sighed. "He's right. This is Bella and Andrew. I have no doubt they'll try to be involved. Plus, they don't need to know much more than necessary about this."

"Well, we can't just leave them unprotected!" Spencer yelled, slightly angry.

"We'll just tell them it's just a precaution and we'll keep them in the hotel room. All doors, windows, and stairs monitored." Derek said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "No one gets near that door."

JJ flipped open her phone. "I'm on it."

"What does this mean?" Jim asked quietly.

Rossi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It means we underestimated this guy."

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