"We're looking for a male between the age of thirty five and fifty" Hotch began. "He will have crossed paths with the BAU and our actions will have, directly or indirectly, caused a life changing event in his life. We might have arrested or he might have looked into him as a suspect but either way our team interacted with him and when we catch him we will remember the case"

"We're also looking for three to four accomplices. None of these will have had as close contact with our unit but they will all blame the BAU for something unfortunate happening in their lives" Reid added. "They'll all be within twenty to thirty years old and very impressionable. The first UnSub didn't need to try very harder to persuade them to join his cause"

"The leader of the job might have held a high powered job at one point but would have lost it within the last five years. This might have been because of implications with the BAU or he might have quit his job so he could have more time to research us" Morgan said.

"The followers will have also had jobs but they would have been menial and possibly emasculating. The leader would have persuaded them to quit their jobs so that they could spend more time helping him" Emily finished.

Garcia quickly typed the final bit of information into her laptop as she sat in the corner while four board officials sat with muted faces in front of the profilers. "So, there's nothing we can do to help? We can be very discreet" The oldest man offered.

"This man knows everything about our lives and we don't have any leads on who he might be, it would be too risky to go against the rules at this point" Hotch turned down his offer politely then glanced to Garcia. "Our technical analyst Garcia is looking for information on the man who dropped off the package this morning"

"He hasn't come up on the initial sweep" Garcia stated while looking up at the board members then back at her laptop. "But I've got his physical dimensions as well as a pretty good face shot so it won't be too long before I find him"

Strauss was sat at the back of the room watching the conversation until it came a pause. She sat forward in her chair, cleared her throat to draw the profilers attention. "I suggest you all go home and get some sleep. I've rerouted all incoming cases to another team so you can focus completely on the case in hand. Guards have been posted outside your house until this whole thing is over" She informed them then stood and left the room, leaving the door open for the rest of them.

The board members exchanged looks then nodded and stood. "We wish you the best of luck. We'll be ready to help with any developments" The woman of the group added before they left too.

"Garcia, set up alerts to my cell for any results on the sweep. I want all of you to go home and get some rest, it's been a long day and we can't afford to be tired on this case" Morgan reached a hand up to object but the team leader gave him a stern look. "No exceptions"

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Morgan sat down on the sofa in his living room, sighing heavily after taking a sip of his beer. He doubted he'd sleep tonight. Everything kept spinning round and round his head. He was scolding himself for not thinking clearly earlier that day He should have got Reid to answer the phone, he would have remembered everything. Even after a cognitive interview he could only remember patches of the conversation, his rage erasing parts of his memory.

He took three big gulps of the bitter liquid then placed it on the table and rubbed his face roughly. Why had he been so stupid? He had been so caught up in talking to the guy that had Ellie that he'd forgotten all about the team. He'd taken it personal when he should have distanced himself so he could think. He took another sip of the drink then picked up his phone and dialled a familiar number.

"Hey sugar" Garcia greeted in a tired voice.

"Hey" Morgan said with a soft smile. "You weren't sleeping were you?"

"Nope, just setting up a few more screenings on Interpol" Garcia replied then yawned. "Everything ok?"

"No… I've just been thinking about what happened today"

"Thinking? Sounds dangerous" Garcia joked then paused what she was doing when he only let out a small laugh. "What's eating at you?" She asked with obvious concern.

"I just feel responsible for this" Morgan confessed in her a quiet voice. "Reid would have been able to tell us exactly what he'd said; Emily would have been able to tell us exactly where he was from just by his accent… I can't even remember half of what he said"

"Did you kidnap those kids?" Garcia asked.

Morgan ran a hand over the back of his head. "No" He sighed.

"Then this isn't your fault" Garcia stated, not wanting to leave any room for him to protest she followed this with "I don't want to hear anymore about you blaming yourself, ok?" She waited to hear him agree then smiled softly. "We're gonna catch this guy, I promise. It'll all be over soon"

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JJ stepped out of the house with Will slightly behind her. Henry leant forward in Will's arms to get a better look at the policeman standing outside his house. "What's your name?" He asked in a squeaky voice.

JJ turned to see who her son was talking to then mentally grimaced, she'd been dreading having to explain this to him. "This is Paul, Henry" She said.

"Why's he outside our house?" The blonde boy questioned while scrunching his face in confusion.

JJ and Will exchanged looks as they struggled to think of an answer so Paul cleared his throat and smiled softly. "Well Henry, my job is to count the cars that go along this road. You're mommy and daddy said that I could stand here and count them which was very nice of them, don't you think?"

Henry grinned and rapidly nodded. "How many cars have you counted?" He asked while fidgeting in his father's grip.

"Only four so far but I've got the whole day left!" Paul answered with a smile. "How about I tell you how many I count when you get back from daycare?"

Henry quickly nodded again before Will carried him to one of the cars parked in the drive. "Thanks" JJ said discreetly then made her way to the other car. Paul smiled softly then surveying the surroundings again with a serious look.

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Hotch watched the team pile into the briefing room as he sat in the furthest away chair, a hot cup of coffee standing on the table in front of him. Once everyone was settled he looked to Garcia who was sleepily rubbing her eyes, making sure not to smudge her make up as she did so. "Did anything come up on the sweep?"

Garcia shook her head and began tapping at her laptop. "I check every database in America and there was nothing. He didn't even appear in any of the Interpol checks" She stated in a disheartened tone.

"So the leader made sure to make this guy undetectable" Emily grumbled while propping her head up one hand, her elbow resting on the table.

"I can hold a press conference" JJ offered. "Appeal to anybody who might know him"

"It might conflict with who can play the 'game'" Hotch reminded them which deflated the small hope JJ had built.

"Wait…" Garcia whispered as her typing quickening and a grin creeping onto her lips. "I've got him!" She exclaimed with glee.

"How? You said he wasn't anywhere" Reid asked while leaning his chair back to get a peak at the laptop's screen.

Garcia pressed a few buttons then looked up at the group. "Remember what the desk worker said. He turned left when he got out onto the street. If you want to get to the car park you'd turn left. You wouldn't walk toward a car park if you didn't have a car, right? So I put in all of his dimensions and I came up with 163 guys that matched"

"How'd you work out which one it was, then?" Emily asked with a hint of impatience after the tech queen let tension build.

"Well, there aren't 163 guys in DC that are 5'6 and a shoulder width of 17 inches" Garcia stated which made Morgan chuckle.

"That is a pretty scrawny guy" Morgan pointed out with a smile.

"So once I made sure I had the guys living in this area it was only a matter of time before I found Mr. Charles Griffin" Garcia announced proudly while spinning the laptop round to show a picture of a skinny man. "This son of a bitch might think he's smart but he didn't even have enough common sense to get someone out-of-state to deliver the package"

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Morgan was leant against the edge of his desk until Hotch and Rossi strode in when he stood. As the two senior agents approached Reid and Emily stopped at Morgan's desk to wait for them. "Griffin has a website so he never had direct contact with the man. A stolen credit card paid for the delivery and used a freshly made email off a burner phone for the instructions. There's no way we can trace them" Hotch explained.

"Dammit" Emily and Morgan said in unison, Reid letting out a sigh as he slightly shook his head.

Suddenly Morgan's phone began ringing. He checked the caller ID, his eyes widening when the caller was unknown. He quickly flashed the screen at Hotch who held up a hand for silence then nodded for him to answer. "Hello?" Morgan asked cautiously.

"Put me on speaker, Derek" The man's voice, from the day before, instructed calmly. Morgan pressed a button then carefully placed the phone on his desk. "Tsk tsk, Derek" The man said, obviously enjoying it.

"What d'you want?" Morgan asked in a snappy voice.

"I see you still haven't dealt with the anger issues" He grinned. "Does Aaron know you have a short fuse? I'm surprised you're allowed out in public with a temper like that"

"What's this about?" Morgan asked in the calmest voice he could manage, he couldn't let himself get angry again.

"I suppose they don't know about your drinking problem either"

"I don't have a drinking problem" He said through gritted teeth.

"Funny, that. I was told that if drinking costs you more than money than it's a problem. Wouldn't you agree?" The man questioned while still smirking.

"That beer last night cost me a few dollars… nothing else" Morgan growled, his mind skipping to the conclusion that had been planned for him.

"Oh, I'd disagree…" The man snickered.

"What did you do to Ellie" Morgan asked, it was obvious in his expression he was dreading the answer.

"It's not Ellie you should be worrying about"

There was a long a pause as the team looked around then a little voice came down the line. "Mommy?"

JJ's face dropped. "Henry!"