If you are following with my other story you would know that I was deprived of the internet so yes that is why I have not been updating and with the end of school coming I haven't had much time for writing and then my parents thought since it's the holidays lets just go places and guess what they said I can't bring my laptop! Anyway for those who a peeved I am sorry but it couldn't be helped.

Warning: Supernatural themes, violence, blood and gore.

I don't own Criminal Minds

The case was going to last for more than normal, there were no leads, no evidence which meant one thing. They were going to have to go into the forest, which made Reid cringe and hurl a few times but the team didn't notice. They didn't seem to pay much attention to him right now, even Morgan seemed more focused on the case right now, which was a relief, and he didn't have to answer all those questions that they all had.

The police station was frantic with officers, pacing, running. None of them seem at all at ease, of course no one could blame, five people might die tonight and they have no leads.

"Hello my name is Detective Quinn," the mid – thirty year old red head woman reached her hand out for Hotch's and Hotch replied.

"Hello my name is SSA Hotchner, theses are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Dr Reid and our Media Liaison Jennifer Jurua," Hotch shook the detective's hand before she led everyone to another room.

"I hope this is alright, we don't have much room here," the detective forced a smile but this was obliviously this was her first gruesome case and she was edge about it.

"It's perfect," JJ reassured her glancing over at Reid, whose face was scrunched with pain. Detective Quinn nodded her head and then turned to the board with the crime scene photos labelled neatly and orderly.

"I hope you guys can solve this because honestly if we run out of time we're gonna wind up with five more bodies on our hands," she quickly paced out of the room, leaving the FBI agents alone to do their work.

For the little hours they had, they discussed, debated and argued over the evidence and over the profile. None of it leads to a working profile. The only preference this unsub has is young adults between the ages of 20 – 30. Male and female are being attacked and there is no sexual assault towards the victims, only the large amount of dismemberment towards them. They came to the conclusion that this is purely ritual.

"We're ready to give the profile,"Hotch declared before quickly glancing at the clock, four hours left before the full moon reaches its peak, four hours to get a lead and find the unsub.

"We are going to give you the profile, which will help you find and catch the unsub," JJ stated before two hands shot up. She nodded her head at the young black male.

"Unsub?" the man asked, JJ then wished she had just said serial killer, how many other occasions will she have to explain what unsub means.

"Unknown Subject or the serial killer," Rossi interrupt before starting with the profile, "This is a white male between the ages of 30 to 40, to display this amount of carnage and mess, he is disorganised."

"He would have to know the terrain very well to be able to navigate his way through this dense forest," Reid added before as swelling pain grew within his stomach. He quickly bolted out of the room and made his way through the station before finding the restroom. His stomach wasn't taking any more orders from him and before he knew it he was above the toilet he was hurling up whatever lasting food was still within his stomach and he was gasping for air. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this?

The was left with an eerie silence until Emily went on to break the silence, "This means he is most likely a local, you properly know him, he could be your neighbour, someone you pass every day at your local store."

"So you're saying we know this guy who is killing all these people?!" another police officer asked, clearly not believing that they would know this unsub.

"You may not think it but yes it is someone that lives within this town and that you have most likely seen or talked to," Hotch explained, knowing that most people find it very hard to believe that it's someone they know.

"We also think that because he kills five people on the full moon, he does it as a ritual, he sees a spiritual significance tied to this night," JJ put in before the officers started to laugh and howl out to everyone. Morgan then remembered when he did that but this time it didn't seem so funny now that time was running out.

"That's enough!" Detective Quinn shouted at them, this wasn't a joke.

Morgan wasn't adding anything in; his eyes were focused on the restroom where Reid had bolted to. Morgan knew something was up with Reid and it had something to do with this case, it was affecting Reid physically now.

"That'll be all," and with that the team walked away and the police officers went back to work.

"Hey does anyone know what's wrong with Reid?" Morgan asked, not taking his eyes off the restroom door.

"So I'm not the only one who is seeing this?" Emily spoke up, interested in the topic at hand, before Hotch's eyes glared at them.

"Guys," Hotch continued to glare, "focus," they both nodded before Reid stepped into the room. He looked worse than ever, he was paler then usual and he was drenched in sweat as it was dripping from his face.

"Reid, are you O.K?" Hotch asked looking at the poor young genius.

"Yeah… I'm… uh… fine," Reid finally managed to say but the team wasn't comforted by this, they knew now that he was in trouble.

Reid's POV

I couldn't vomit anymore; there was nothing left in me to vomit. I stumbled to my feet, almost falling right back down. The pain hadn't eased as much as I would've liked, it seemed as it got closer to the full moon, the worse the pain got and it was distracting me from the case now.

I slowly made my way to the rest of the team. I hated the looks they gave me, full of concern and worry. I know I should feel good that they care for me but they sure do make a scene about it.

"Hey are you alright kid?" Morgan was the first to greet me on my entrance.

I just nodded, afraid if I actually spoke a surprise vomit supply would come up and ruin all the papers and evidence on the little round table.

The stares continued even after I said I was ok and of course Morgan was the worse. It would have continued if it weren't for Detective Quinn who then burst into the room.

"I was thinking about that profile you gave us and I was thinking, there was one family in this town that you know is a little bit weird like that, the Davis family," she finished before taking a few breaths.

"Do you know where they live? " Rossi asked everyone eager to find this man.

"That's the thing the house, it was completely burnt down, the only survivors were Damien and his uncle Michael Davis," the lady replied to them.

"That could have been the stressor, you lose your family, you lose your mind," I finally spoke up and only just able to keep the vomit down.

"Get Garcia to check them both out, Morgan, Reid I need you to interview the Daniel's, Rossi and Prentiss, the Peterson family," Hotch order, "JJ and I need to stay here and gather as much information on the Davis family as possible."

I knew what was coming the moment Hotch told us to go and interview the Daniels.

"Hey kid," Morgan started, still focusing his eyes on the road, "Do you mind telling me what the hell is going on with you?"

I sighed, I am not going to get away with this no matter how many times I change or ignore the subject, and Morgan will bring it back up again and again until I have the urge to punch him in the face.

"It's nothing Morgan, just a stomache,"Great one, he's really going to believe that I nearly screamed out loud.

"Come on Reid," Morgan sighed, "Do you really expect me to believe that it's just a stomache,"he looked straight at me before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Look that's all it is!" I almost screamed at him, "I – I just don't have a good feeling about this case, OK?!"

Morgan's eyes widen almost laughing at him, "A bad feeling?" He turned his head again as we halted to a stop, "Come on you don't believe that sort of stuff."

"I know but I can't help it,"I open the car door to face a beautiful house but that was just the outside look of it, on the inside there was grief and sadness that was now residing in the house.

We approach the front door and before we can even knock a forty year old brunette woman, who now has a ting of grey through it, opens the door.

"Hello?" her voice was dull and full of grief.

"Ma'am," we both raised our badges, "We're with the FBI, we just need to ask a few questions, if that's okay with you?" Morgan's voice showed a slight hint of softness to ease the grief – ridden woman on the other side of the door.

She stepped back and opened the door to let us in, the house displayed many photos of the family, and more were of the two victims. They were brother and sister. Their father died a year ago and now that Julia Daniels has lost her son and her daughter, so must feel so lost and alone in this once alive house.

"I already talked to the police," her voice was getting shakier the closer we got to the topic, as she led us to her little lounge room and sat in one of the floral patterned chairs.

We slowly sat on the other side opposite to her, "We know that but we ask different sorts of questions that can help us understand why your son and daughter were targeted by this man," I tried to keep a steady voice but every second that past the pain got worse. The woman slowly nodded her head, preparing herself for any of any question we may ask.

"How were your son and daughter that day?" Morgan asked the first question.

Julia Daniels took a deep breath, "They felt awfully sick that day," she stopped and took another deep breath, "I tried to tell them not to go, not to go camping that day but they always go camping with their friends on that day, it was almost a tradition with them," she started to sob out letting the tears that had built up stray down her cheeks.

"It was all my fault, I should have made them stay home," her eyes now blood shot red.

"It's not your fault," Morgan consoled her, I was never good at comforting people, "You couldn't have known that this was going to happen, it's not your fault."

She nodded, "What else?" she asked, she seemed quite strong to be able to keep going on with the questions but I guess she knew it would help put away the man who did this.

"How did they normally act?" I now asked, ignoring the pain and focusing on the interview at hand.

"They are – were good children, my daughter, Delilah, had straight in her subjects, she wanted to be a lawyer. My son, Dylan, wanted to be a mechanic, he was an outstanding buy in class, he used to work with his father at his old motor repair, they loved working together," her eyes started to swell up but she resisted letting herself cry again.

"Ok, you said it was almost like a tradition for them to go camping?" Morgan was trying to get this over with, he could see this was killing the poor woman and he didn't want to make he go through with this for much longer.

"Yeah, they do it every month, they head out with three of their friends, they were like family," she lowered her head and sighed.

"Thank you ma'am, you have helped us out a lot here," Morgan and I rose from the lounge, we walked towards the door and walked outside.

"Promise me that you'll find the man that did this to my babies, please," her voice sounded so helpless and lost.

"We will ma'am, I promise you," Morgan promised before we stepped back into the SUV and drove.

"She's got nothing left, she's all alone," I started to think out loud, not realizing I had actually said it.

"Yeah," Morgan replied, "Best thing we can do is catch this guy."

I nodded, "How many hours do we have?"

"Three and a half now," Morgan had doubts on whether we will have time and I couldn't blame him.

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