Okay... So I know that this is WAYYY over due, but here it is. I had to look at my previous chapters like ten times just to keep everything straight. I hope you are still interested and I hope it is pleasurable.

~Ray-Ray

"I-Imean it is a very probable assumption. Our un-sub does exhibit compulsive behavior. He has to drug his victims to overpower them, which implies he has a control complex as well. He is fighting for dominance; possibly to compensate for an absent father." Reid said over the phone.

"I don't think that his father was absent." Elle said hesitantly. "He was present in the home but he was not present in the un-sub's life. He may have been very submissive."

Hotch listened silently as Reed and Elle spoke.

"Or the father had the lower paying job, and the mother often complained about how she was keeping the family together."

"The father could have had no job at all." Ell said. "He may have been a drunk, and took his own anger out on his son. He called out his own securities on his son. He also would have spent the most time with his son."

"But then why would our un-sub rape these victims?"

"He feels most powerful during sexual interactions. He is sexually confident because he knows that he has control over his partners."

"You got a good look at the guy right Elle?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah," She responded. "Why?"

"If this theory is true, he wouldn't need to drug his victims if he could seduce them. You gave the artist the description of a tall medium built man. During the autopsy the coroner found traces of chlorophom on the victim."

"Then that became part of the compulsion." Elle said. "The fear of losing control over these women forced him to fall into the routine of drugging them." Elle turned to Hotch. "If he let one get away, he was rushing. He didn't have the time to follow her and get to know her schedule. He did this on the spot. Unfortunately for him he made a mistake."

"Thanks Reid." Hotch said. Elle closed the phone, and followed Hotch into the hospital.

The girl was stabilizing as the doctors planned. At the moment they wouldn't allow Hotch and Elle inside her room because she was asleep. They sat together outside the waiting room in silence.

"How have you been?" Hotch asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, I've been okay." Elle shrugged.

"Really," He looked at her intently. Elle and Hotch hadn't been on good terms at the time that she had left. A part of her still resented Hotch for her last memories at the BAU.

'They were your actions'. She told herself. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but feel anger toward Hotch; he had treated her unfairly hadn't he? She shook her head subconsciously.

"I don't know." She said after a moment. "I think I am still in shock."

"Elle, you were never one to be shocked by anything." Hotch said. "You wanted to be put back onto the field only days after you had been released from the hospital." Elle sighed.

"I don't know what to think of this though. I am not a part of the BAU or even the FBI anymore. I'm not doing anything important. I haven't spoken at universities like Gideon or written a novel like Agent Rossi. I feel lost and I think my goal right now is to find myself."

"Well you can't forget about the places you came from Elle. The BAU will be a part of your past experiences that give you knowledge to continue. It became a part of you." Hotch said smoothly

"It's what tore my life apart." Elle said acidly.

"Then why did you come back? You certainly didn't have to call Penelope. You made that choice. Something is bringing you back."

Elle thought about that until a nurse came into the waiting room with the doctor.

"Agent Hotchner," The tall man said. "The patient is awake and stable enough to see you."

"Thank you, doctor." Hotchner said and he and Elle followed him into the woman's room.

"Don't push her too much for now. She is still in shock." The doctor said as he held open the door for them.

"Kendra," Elle began. "My name is Elle Greenaway, and this is Agent Hotchner. We wanted to ask you questions about what happened to you." She paused. The girl sat up a little straighter.

"But will only ask them if you are ready to answer." Hotchner added.

"I've already been asked questions about what happened." She sighed. "I don't know what else you people would have to ask me." She looked away.

Elle took the seat nearest to her bed and leaned forward.

"These questions are different. We aren't just part of the FBI; Agent Hotchner is from the BAU. Do you know what the BAU does?" The girl nodded. "We will start at the beginning."

"I know you were asked about how the man looked, but we wanted to ask you about his behavior. Was there anything odd about him?" Hotch started.

"I… I don't know." She said looking a little bit confused.

"Don't rush yourself take the time to think about it. Go back to where you were when it started."

"I was getting ready to leave for my last appointment with my therapist. I am moving out of state with my parents, you see. The elevator was out of service, so I took the stairs." She frowned. "A man was walking up as I was going down. He was looking at his feet the whole time until he heard me. He looked up and smiled. I thought he had very pretty eyes. They were green, a very vivid green. I was so focused on his eyes that I didn't pay attention to where I was walking. I tripped and he caught me. I thanked him. When I tried to walk away he gripped my arms tighter and pulled me to him. He put something over my mouth and then I blacked out… It must have been chloroform.

"After a while I came to and he was trying to tie me to a bed. It took all the strength I had but I kicked him then went to untie my other foot. I stumbled onto the floor; I tried to get up but he was practically on top of me by that time. He hit me hard, and I swear I could see stars. But I held on and I crawled over to the bedside table. As I reached up he thrust a knife into my side, thank god he missed my vitals.

"I screamed out, but no one came. He struck at me a few more times and I was feeling dizzier than ever. So I grabbed the lamp and threw it at him as hard as I could. Then I reached for something to pull me up. I ran to the door and didn't stop until I was in the lobby." The girl stopped flushing. "That is when I noticed that my clothes were off…" She began to cry.

"You did a good job." Elle said. "You got away. And we won't leave you alone." She patted the girl's hand.

"Kendra, you mentioned your therapist. What is his name?"

"Doctor Thurgood. Michael Thurgood." She said. "I wasn't actually supposed to see him, but I had an emergency appointment, due to all the anxiety from moving."

"Thank you." Hotch said. "Rest, an agent will be outside at all times for your safety."

They left the room and Elle's expression changed.

"What," Hotch asked noticing her change.

"Well, she mentioned that she hit him over the head. If she managed to hit him hard enough, he may have a concussion…" She stopped.

"I'll call Garcia." He turned and walked down the hall.

Hotch

"This is Garcia, the oracle with answers to all of your questions." Penelope said answering the call.

"Garcia, I would like you to check hospital records for today and tomorrow, I want to know if there are any patients with concussion cause by blunt objects. The un-sub may check into a hospital to have it looked at, especially if he needs stitches."

"Will do," she said before hanging up the phone.

Elle caught up with Hotch then.

"I feel like we are wrong about this profile." She said hesitantly.

"I was thinking the same thing." Hotch added. "We know that he most likely has OCD. However he probably does not have bipolar disorder or any sort of mood disorder. His rage is most likely cause from the hatred of his mother, and lack of control over women."

"That was my thought as well." Elle said.

"We are going to another crime scene." Hotch announced. "Rossi and I stumbled upon it when we were questioning suspects. The man we were after was found dead in his home."

"It wasn't just a robbery?" Elle asked.

"Everything was left in place. There was only sign of struggle in the living room. But they searched the basement and found a safe that was open. Investigators found traces of Cocaine inside."

"You think this is a drug war?" Elle asked. Hotch shrugged, his face unreadable.

"I don't know what to think, all I know is that we can't out rule anything."

"We better keep the first suspect in custody then, because he definitely was intoxicated. They worked in the same building; they may have the same dealer."

"Good thinking." Hotch called the local station.

The home of the latest victim was already taped off and deserted. Elle and Hotch entered through the front door. Everything was left where it had been in the beginning. A lamp was on the floor and pictures had been turned over. Though the body had been removed the blood still remained.

"The victim was found face down here. The shot was point blank. Our victim had fallen to the floor during the struggle, and his attacker stood over him and sent the bullet through the back of his skull."

"From there I assume the attacker went down to the vault and took his prize." Elle said. "He must have known the code, or found it written. It would take too much time to break into it."

"No one called the police though." Hotch countered. "He had all the time in the world. It was Rossi and I who found him hours after he had been dead. Besides nothing else was misplaced, if he had searched for the passcode he would have rummaged through almost everything in the house to find it. That sort of thing isn't something you let sit around in the open." Elle nodded.

"Okay, so our guy brings his tools with him and after he finishes business with Xavier Grey, he goes to the basement calmly and retrieves his package and leaves."

"It all seems thin to me." Elle responded while surveying the rooms. "I think there is something more than drugs, possibly money." Hotch only nodded.

"I suggest we meet back up with the team. We will have to split cases." Hotch said as they left the house.