SSA Luke Alvez arrived at the scene on the practice field behind the school with the rest of the team. At the team's request, the Sheriff had ordered that the scene be taped off and left exactly as it was found. The call had been called in anonymously on a disposable phone. The tip had advised that Stan Evans, who was scheduled to be the new coach for the school football team, was dead, and gave the location where he could be found.

When they got called in, the team had found a local diner to hash out what they had so far. Kyle Bernstein's murder was pretty straightforward; the only mystery really was what he was doing out in the park, on the trails, so late at night. What was clear was that once he was out there – whether he was lured there or had a legitimate reason – he was blitzed and then hanged by way of being hoisted up, one end of the rope tied to a large rock, so he would choke to death. At the time, Alvez had suggested that maybe he was attacked somewhere else and then brought to the park. There were, according to Simmons and JJ, fresh tire tracks not far from the scene. Also, on the rock, the word 'TOUCH' was written in lipstick.

Part of that matched up with he and Rossi learned at the Cunningham scene. The garage killing was a little more elaborate; in the men's room a mirror was found smashed. The working theory there was that the UnSub, likely using the pay parking lot, got into the men's room, waited until he knew Cunningham was ready to leave, smashed the window to lure Cunningham in, and then blitzed him in there in order to set up the killing. This theory was supported by a small spatter of blood, matching Cunningham's, in the rest room. On the rear-view mirror of the Lincoln, in lipstick, the word 'TOUCH' was written.

"What do we have here?" Prentiss asked the Sheriff.

"Stan Evans, age 38," Sheriff Dustman replied. "He was coming home to Lewiston to Coach the school Football team. "We all figured with his experience in the NFL, and the fact that he was Quarterback to the Paladins winning streak from '96 to '98, we'd have a winning team for sure."

"It looks to me like somebody has different plans." Luke said, and quickly regretted it. Dustman regarded him sadly, but didn't say anything.

Evans was, like the others, hanged by his neck and hoisted up to strangle to death. The other end of the rope was wrapped tightly around the goal post from which Evans was left. Even from their vantage point, the team could see the word 'TOUCH' written on his chest.

"Who wants to bet against that being lipstick?" JJ asked, pointing up at the message.

"Not me," Rossi replied. "I don't take sucker bets. I'd even be willing to bet in favor of all three of them being the same shade."

"There's fresh tire track on the other side of the goal post." Simmons announced, joining the rest of the team after looking for himself. "I don't want to say for sure, but they look a lot like the ones we found at the Bernstein scene."

"If we can get an ID on those treads and match them to a customer in Cunningham's parking service, we might have our UnSub." Alvez pointed out.

"Hold on," JJ said, mostly talking to Dustman. "You say Evans was a football hero twenty years ago?"

"That's right," Dustman confirmed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"By any chance were Bernstein and Cunningham on the Football team as well?"

"As a matter of fact they were." Dustman said. "All the more reason to wonder why anyone would want to hurt any of them; they were living legends around here."

The team all looked at each other knowingly.

"We'll be ready to deliver a profile first thing in the morning." Prentiss told Dustman

Quantico

Dr. Spencer Reid was really quite pleased with how his lecture on the science of geo profiling went; especially since it was on a Saturday. What struck him at first was the fact that he filled the hall to capacity. He had to take into account of course that about half of those who showed up were there on an audit, but that still made for a turn out much larger than he anticipated. Several of the students who were there for the actual lecture even asked some very compelling questions. For once, Reid got through the entire session without feeling awkward.

With the session out of the way, Reid decided he would show up at Quantico – even though he was mandatory leave per his employment mandate – to see if Garcia had any luck putting together the request he had made while on the Rodriguez case several weeks ago. He already knew that it was giving her no small amount of difficulty; the way she put it was that it was like somebody smashed all the information into a billion fragments, scattered those fragments across the globe and buried them halfway to China. She even had to get Kevin Lynch to help her locate and start piecing everything together. Reid's hope was that either one or both of them might have had some success by now.

As he stepped out of the elevator onto the floor of the BAU, he was approached by Kevin almost immediately. Apparently he was waiting for the elevator to return to his own section of the FBI.

"Dr. Reid," he greeted, "Just the man I was about to contact." He adjusted his glasses, and handed Reid a folder. "I was just showing Penelope what I found on one of the people you wanted her to look into, and since she's busy with a current case in New York, she suggested I get this hard copy to you toot suite.

"Thank you." Reid said, taking the folder and opening it to give it a quick glance. It was transcript from an online journal of Dr. Evelyn Voegel regarding a subject marked simply as (subject). Apparently the world renowned 'psychopath whisperer' was very careful about maintaining confidentiality on this subject. Reid would have to actually read the journal in order to discern which one the three inquiries this subject was, but it was clear to him already where this was likely going. Clearly Garcia and Kevin believed Voegel was a common link all three subjects had; specifically all three were patients of hers in some capacity. That was certainly something to go on; it was just unfortunate he would not be able to discuss any of these cases with Voegel herself. She was shot dead by one her patients several years ago and it was thought then that all her records were destroyed.

It really was true; once something is on the Net, it's there forever. All that was left was being able to find it.

"What's this case in Lewiston?" He asked Kevin, not really expecting him to know much.

"It's some hangman going after town leaders." Kevin replied. "Apparently the guy just got his third victim; Penelope is just factoring him into her research now."

"Ok, thank you Kevin." Reid said. Then he turned and left Kevin and headed to Garcia's room of screens. It occurred to him that he sort of left Kevin hanging there; ending conversations was still a little awkward for him. He just hoped Kevin didn't take it personally; Spencer actually quite liked Kevin.

When he got to Garcia's bat cave, as he sometimes called it on his own time, Garcia was on speakerphone with the team in Lewiston.

"...and all three of them were part of the same football team that won State Championship three years in a row from 1996 up to and including 1998, during which time they were collectively known as the Untouchables. Call it a wild guess, but I'm thinking that is as in 'you can't touch this' as opposed to the Caste system reference in India." She said as Reid walked in. Reid opted to remain silent since he had just entered the conversation and had no context for the subject matter.

"So we have three victims, all with the word TOUCH written on or near them when their bodies were found." Lewis said on the other end. "Now the signature makes sense."

"The Untouchables can be touched after all." Simmons said.

"To a deadly end, it would seem." Prentiss concurred.

"One thing is clear," JJ added, "somebody around here is really upset with that team."

"It could be we're looking at this wrong," Alvez suggested. "What if this is about an old rivalry from back then; what if the UnSub was on a rival team and felt cheated somehow?"

"That's kind of a stretch." JJ countered. "I mean, I get pretty emotional when the Redskins lose; just ask Will if you don't believe me, but going from being upset to hatching a murder plan twenty years later is a bit much."

Reid had to smile lightly; he remembered all too well how rabid a fan JJ could be from that time he took her to a Redskins game with the tickets Gideon once gave him as a birthday gift.

"Well then maybe it's someone local who either didn't make the team or was cut out of the glory." Alvez offered up again.

"No, I don't think so. I think Rossi was right when he suggested these look like lynchings." Simmons insisted.

"If that's the case, then they would have to be connected to something bad that also happened at around the same time." Rossi said. "My guess would be something to do with a girl in that class; considering the message was written in lipstick. By the way, do we know what shade that was yet?"

"Yeah, it was a shade called August Sunset; it was quite popular with teenage girls in the late nineties." JJ answered.

"Then that fits with the lynching vigilante type theory. It's possible that the UnSub feels some injustice was done and left unanswered. It could be Stan Evans' return triggered some kind of signal that told him it was time to rectify certain iniquities." Simmons put forward.

"It's certainly worth looking into." Prentiss acknowledged. "Garcia, see if there are any significant tragic events that took place in Lewiston between the years 1996 to 1998. Focus most specifically on events that involve a girl that went to the same school as these Untouchable players."

"Checking that now at Net speed," Garcia replied, clicking on her keyboard. It seemed to Spencer like he barely had time to blink before she was saying 'oh my' at one of her monitors and then saying "in the spring of 1998 a girl named Christine Larson committed suicide" to the team through her speaker. "That counts, right?"

It was rare for Reid to actually see Garcia when she found stuff like this; usually he only heard her voice on a speaker while he was in the field. For the first time, he was able to really take in her body language; she was clearly pleased that she successfully found something useful, but equally clearly mortified by what she found. Reid wondered for a moment if Garcia was even aware that she had a habit of glancing at one of the little fluffy-haired trolls on her desk whenever something upsetting came up on her screens. She probably was.

"Let me guess," Rossi spoke up. "She hanged herself."

"Give a cigar to agent Rossi; he's just hit the nail dead on the head." Garcia confirmed.

None of the team commented on how it was unusual for a female to commit suicide by hanging. Reid supposed the point was moot.

"Is there any indication as to why she killed herself?" Simmons asked.

"No," Garcia said, her grief really coming through in her voice. "There's just a really well written Eulogy by a Christopher Larson who I'm guessing is her father... I beg your pardon, her twin brother. He refers to her often as Tina, and outlines her short life and seems to call the town as a whole, especially the school, to task in regards to unfairly she was treated towards the end of her life. It seems that up until the summer and fall of 1997 she had a great life, and then thing went into a tailspin, although the Eulogy itself doesn't specifically say why."

"The language used implies that anyone reading it would know why." Reid interjected, reading the Eulogy over Garcia's shoulder. Garcia jumped, startled.

"It's good to hear your voice, Reid." Prentiss noted. "I take it your lecture went well?"

"Yes, it did," Reid replied; he was about to expand on the entire experience, but quickly thought better of it. It was ultimately off topic from a conversation he wasn't originally supposed to be in. He did not want to hijack the conversation on a tangent.

"Maybe I'm jumping the gun here a little, but I think we might want to talk to Christopher Larson." Simmons said.

"I'm sending all of you his work and home address... now." Garcia said.

"Great. Thanks, Garcia; you rock." Prentiss said as they all ended the talk.

"Jeepers Creepers, you scared me!" Garcia snapped at Reid, spinning her chair to face him. "When did you develop stealth ninja skills, anyway?"

"I'm...sorry?" Reid offered.

"Oh, never mind. All is forgiven. Now, what is it that brings you to my lair on your time off, oh brilliant and beautiful one?" Garcia asked.

"Well, actually, Kevin already saw to part of it," Reid replied, holding up the folder. "I was just wondered if you had made any more progress..."

Garcia growled in frustration. Reid wasn't sure if it was out of genuine resentment at him or just general agitation at the challenge she was clearly having.

"Whoever went to the trouble of hiding that information really doesn't want anybody finding it!" She exclaimed. "I have about a billion fragments on the other two files, but it's like trying to piece together an ancient scroll that has been shredded into confetti! Actually, in a way I suppose that's exactly what this mess is, isn't it? Anyway, so far I haven't put anything together that isn't already known unless you count the fact that all three of them had sought counselling from Dr. Evelyn Voegel who is now deceased as she was shot dead by Oliver Saxon in Miami just days before..."

"I remember that." Reid said. "Well, thanks anyway; I'll just analyse what I have so far." He turned to leave when Garcia made a yelping noise.

"I almost forgot!" she exclaimed. "Amid all the fragments that I found, there are some which show signs that they may be of a video file or files; I'm not sure which yet, but I am almost positive they are of some sort of taped interview."

That sounded like something Reid could use. There may be something in there that can serve as hard evidence. He thanked Garcia again and asked her to focus her efforts on his behalf on the possible video files.