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A/N: Thank you all for your continued support. Still getting over the Writer's Block, nothing sounds right, but I hope its okay. This chapter is also a little short, but whatever. Names of non-canon characters are made-up.

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS GRAPHIC CONTENT M++ DON'T READ IF IT WILL UPSET YOU

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Several hours after they had arrived, the evidence board was already filled, pictures of victims tacked to every square inch of it. Reid was in his own corner of the conference room, working on the geographical profile. Morgan tried to stay concentrated on the white board he was staring at, words like 'rape' and 'GHB' standing out at him. JJ and Hotch had both left to interview Fletcher, Cods, and McMury and check out the dump site, while Emily and Rossi had gone to talk to family members of the deceased and missing victims. Reid had been left to work on the geographic profile. Morgan was waiting for the cops on the case to show up.

"Why does he drug them?" Morgan asked, not bothering to voice his current concerns. He could still hear Reid's voice, a harsh whisper in his head, repeating what he'd said almost a month ago, over and over, 'he slipped something into my drink…I don't really remember much, but when I woke up he gave me some money…so I wouldn't…you know…..' There was no way it was just a coincidence.

"Were you even listening to Rossi when he gave the victims description of their assailant?" Reid snapped, sounding annoyed. When Morgan didn't answer, Reid let out a frustrated sigh. "All of the victim's were of light build, but they described a very frail man, with some sort of back problem." Reid paused to take a breath, turning back to his map.

"He walked with a cane, but the victims said his leg didn't appear to be injured. Once he got them to go to his car with him, he had them sit in the passenger seat. Once they were immobile, he blindfolded them, and drove them for anywhere from an hour, to three hours before stopping, and taking the blindfold off. The victims who stayed conscious, Clarculus, Cods, Fletcher and McMury, described a garage with a bed in it, right next to the car. He bound their arms, resulting in the same pattern of bruising in all of the victims, and used a system of pulley's to hoist them in the air over the bed, so he wouldn't have to strain his back lifting them. And then he raped them."

Morgan nodded, bits and pieces of what Rossi had said floating back to him as Reid reiterated the details. He noticed the obvious lack of details for the actual rape, but didn't call him on it. Just then two cops came in, looking a little frazzled, probably from spending the last two months trying to find a rapist, and then finding the bodies of the victims.

"Agent Morgan?" One asked, walking up to Morgan. He was a middle-aged, dark haired man, wearing a black suit and tie, with a tan overcoat. Morgan nodded at him. "I'm Detective Norris, and this officer Barry." Norris pointed at his colleague, a slightly older blonde woman. Morgan shook each of their hands. "Sorry we have to meet under these circumstances," Norris added, glancing at the team's evidence board.

"Yeah, well hopefully we can help you catch these guys pretty quick." Norris nodded in agreement, and then Barry stepped forward, handing Morgan a file. Morgan opened it, and found the autopsy reports for the three dead men.

"Carculus, French, and Cameron were all positively identified," said Barry, nodding at the folder. Morgan flipped through the pictures, his brows drawing together.

"What led you to believe it was them in the grave in the first place?" Morgan asked, glancing up. Norris and Barry glanced at one another, and then Barry handed Morgan the other file, this one containing crime scene photos. Reid had turned from his map, and walked over to them, giving Norris and Barry a quick nod before standing next to Morgan. Folding his arms across his chest, he looked at the file in Morgan's hand. Morgan opened it, and began flipping through the crime scene photos.

"The dump site wasn't too far from the abduction site, so we suspected it right off the bat, especially because the victims were missing. We were fairly certain once we got there. They weren't very well hidden. All three must have been dumped at the same time, because they weren't necessarily buried. They had some trash thrown over them, and that was about it. Also, there were plenty of houses nearby, so he wasn't concerned about the bodies being found. Also, he wrote 'Whore' on a piece of cardboard and threw it over the trash that was on top of the bodies." Reid winced slightly, but otherwise showed no emotion as he gently took the file from Morgan and began skimming through the photos.

"They were dumped there, like trash. Not only does he show aggression during the actual attack, but he doesn't feel remorse afterwards. What was the cause of death?" Reid asked, glancing up from the file.

"The stab wounds, along the victim's backs. They died of blood loss. They had been beaten, previous to their death, and sexually assaulted." answered Barry. Reid nodded, taking out a picture of one of the victim's backs, six stab wounds along the spine, three on each side. He showed it to Morgan before putting it back into the file. Just then Hotch and JJ returned, looking understandably grim.

"Hotch, this is Detective Norris and officer Barry," Morgan gestured to the two, and Hotch nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for coming. Have you notified the press?" Hotch asked.

"No, we figured we'd leave that up to you," answered Norris.

"Good. I don't want any of this getting out. The unsub feels that he is punishing these men, and has no remorse. Any coverage from the press will only make him feel more glorified in his killing. Since there haven't been any other sites like this, we can assume that he hasn't killed anyone else, so, thus far, he's only murdered his victim's who went to the police, which means he has some way of knowing if they report the attack." At this, Norris' eyebrow went up.

"I hope you're not suggesting this is a cop."

"Not at all, Detective. He wouldn't be physically well enough for duty. I need to discuss the profile with my team further so-"

"Got it, Agent Hotchner. We'll tell you if anything else comes up. I'll have everybody available waiting at the station when you're ready to give the profile." Hotch nodded, and gave a curt reply.

"Thank you."

Norris and Barry left. Immediately, Hotch turned to Reid, who handed him the crime scene photos. As Hotch thumbed through the photos, Rossi and Prentiss returned. Reid gave them a brief review of what they had learned, Hotch nodding as he listened, showing the photos to Rossi and Prentiss as Reid explained. Morgan wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but when Reid talked about the unsub, he seemed to avoid using pronouns such as 'he' or 'him', only referring to him as 'the unsub'.

"We talked to the surviving victims. All of them had been conscious, but immobile during the actual sexual assault. They described the unsub as a sadist, and said that he not only yelled obscenities at them, but forced them to ejaculate during the encounter," said Hotch. "All of them said that they visited the bar they had been taken from once every month or so, but didn't make it a habit, so he's probably not a stalker."

"He obviously has a type though; tall, skinny, brown hair. Hey Reid-"

"Shut up, Rossi," Reid snapped, glaring at the older man. Rossi immediately stopped, his mouth shutting with an audible click. Well, if Morgan had known before, he sure knew now. There was no longer a doubt in his mind that this was the guy who had drugged Reid. Morgan wasn't sure whether or not he was relieved to see that the rest of his team members didn't seem to take much notice; Reid had been grumpy lately (thanks to a certain asshole named Morgan). It was quiet too long for Morgan, he could already feel another wave of guilt for what he'd done to Reid last week washing over him, so he spoke up, mainly to get himself back in the game.

"What about the bars? Were they similar in any way?" Hotch shook his head.

"No, you had one that was similar to an Irish pub, a bar and grill, a couple sports bars…nothing in common except the general location."

"I think we'll need to figure out more about how he could know whether or not the victim's reported the crime if we want to get anywhere on this," said Prentiss. Reid nodded in agreement, walking over to the white board.

"It shouldn't be too hard to find a disabled unsub who frequently scouts bars looking for a specific type of target, and has access to information on specific rape victims." Morgan could practically hear the sarcasm saturating Reid's voice. Hotch didn't seem to notice.

"I'll get Garcia to look for handicapped men fitting the unsub's description, working in the hospital or police building where the men went after being assaulted." With that, Hotch turned and left, heading for Garcia's lair. Rossi frowned, sitting down in a chair to look at the white board.

"He was in some way injured, and now stabs his victim's in the back when they break his rules and go to the cops. He also associates the victim's with prostitutes, even though none of them had a background in prostitution…" Rossi had a sort of far-off tone to his voice, as if he were simply thinking aloud. He was about to continue speaking, when Reid cut in, sounding rushed as he spoke.

"So he blames a hooker, who most likely fits the victim's profiles, for his injury."

Rossi raised an eyebrow, looking quizzically at Reid.

"Did you have too much sugar in your coffee or something?" Morgan closed his eyes, and prayed that Rossi would stop before he hit a nerve with Reid.

"No. You just talk too slow. Fredericks is still missing, but probably still alive, so I'm not really in the mood to listen to you go off, stating the obvious." Reid was writing 'projection' on the board. Rossi looked like he was about to snap back at Reid, but then Prentiss spoke up, sounding nervous, and worried.

"Reid, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, now can we please work the case?" Reid wasn't yelling, but he sounded like he was on the brink of cracking with frustration.

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TBC….

A/N: Yeah, I just stayed up late, typing again…really tired…I title a story 'Don't Let Me Stay Out Late' and then I stay up late writing it. So I'm just going to lamely leave off here, and probably get the next chapter up the fifth or sixth.

Also, sorry for any typing/grammar/spelling errors. I try to do my best to proof-read, but I end up making mistakes anyways. I'm sort of in the market for a beta, but I'm kind of scared to go looking.