Ya, so, I am starting to wrap this up. There should be only 3 more chapters. Just sayin.

Again, I own nothing of my favorite show, so STOP PESTERING ME WITH THESE STUPID DISCLAIMERS!

Once at the scene, the team didn't notice much difference in the victim. He was in a back alley, lying on the ground with the small chunks of hair cut from his head. An obvious resemblance to Reid in height and weight. Throat slashed. The only things missing were the lack of credentials and hair dye. The Hankel copy cat had managed to find someone who had the same hair colour as Reid.

"This entire crime scene screams disorganized. He seems to look for a new prey either while their walking or maybe in a bar or other public places. He leaves the hair he cut all over the ground and it's clear he doesn't bring scissors. It seems he only carries hair dye and a knife." Morgan said as he bent down to look closer at the victim.

"But he has the control enough to be able to control his rage and avoid overkill." Hotch commented behind him.

"And never leaves DNA." Remarked a voice no expected to hear.

"Gideon," Morgan stood up and looked at him in that way that makes Morgan incredibly intimidating (you people know what I'm talking about ;] ). "You aren't supposed to be here."

Gideon ignored him and walked past the three males and Prentiss. He looked down at the body and sighed. Is this how Spencer died? Alone, in his apartment? He thought to himself.

"Jason," Hotch brought him out of his thoughts. "Morgan is right. You shouldn't be here."

Gideon looked at the four FBI agents. They looked back at him with hostile glares. "I'm only trying to help."

"You can help by looking at the profile again." Rossi spoke up from beside Hotch.

Gideon walked up to Rossi and looked him right in the face. "David."

Rossi only gave him the evil eye. Gideon just walked back towards the body, and looked around it.

"Hand me a pair of gloves."

"Gideon you shouldn't even be here." Prentiss said with disgust in her eyes.

"Look at this." Gideon ignored her while Hotch came over hesitantly.

There, sitting in the victim's hand was a handwritten note;

BAU Team,

He had to die. There was no avoiding it. Doctor Spencer Reid had killed HIM. The doctor had a brutal death. You don't know how long he stayed alive for. It seemed longer than usual. Think of this as a justified killing.

Charles Hankel

"We're going to have to get this note scanned," Morgan said after reading the disturbing note. "See if there's any DNA or fingerprints on it."

"If I read the files right, we aren't going to fine anything." Gideon spoke again.

"Nobody asked you." Morgan said bluntly.

When they got back to the BAU and into the conference room, the team went over the files again. They concluded that the killer had done nothing to the change profile but escalated to more victims. So far, one every few days.

"Is there a handwriting specialist in the BAU offices?" Rossi asked. The only one he had heard of in the entire building was Reid, not that he ever paid attention to any other teams or services here unless they came in direct contact with them. So for obvious reasons, it's safe to say that this was not a stupid question on Rossi's part.

"I think it's on the third floor." Replied JJ.

"Morgan, can you see if you can get anyone to interpret the handwriting?"

"Sure Hotch." I need to blow off some steam anyway.

Coming down on the elevator*, Morgan looked at the note and found that his eyes were a bit misty. He only stayed sad for a minute before the salty drops turned into tears of anger. But he quickly composed himself on hearing the ding of the elevator, signaling the arrival to the third floor.

Morgan walked up to the first desk he saw. In it sat a chubby guy who was balding and wore a white shirt and a dark red tie.**

"Hey, I was wondering if you could direct me to the handwriting specialist." Morgan said.

"You're lookin at him! My names Bill! What can I do ya in for?" The man (named Bill) stood up to shake Morgan's hand and he ignored it. He was not here for pleasantries.

"Fine, fine." The man grumbled, putting his hand down. He always got this treatment. "Okay." He put on his cheery voice again. "Let me see the note!" Morgan handed it to him.

"Ah huh." Bill said, nodding his head and turning around. "Ah huh. Ah-HUH!"

Morgan rolled his eyes. "WHAT?"

Bill didn't turn around. "Just what I thought."

Morgan puffed angrily. "What." He said in a freakishly even voice.

Bill turned around. "I'm not a handwriting specialist!" and he started to guffaw.

Morgan slapped his hand down on the desk and Bill abruptly stopped laughing while many of the other people in the office stopped what they were doing to watch. Morgan didn't seem to notice. "Well if you're not, then tell me where one is and get out of my way."

Bill sniffed. He was used to the alpha males, which only served to make Morgan angrier. "Unfortunately, our last handwriting specialist transferred out of state, and Dr. Reid is dead. So I cannot help you."

Morgan desperately wanted to beat the crap out of this guy. He should know better than to piss off a well built FBI agent. But rather than making him black and blue, Morgan valued his job more than to just waste it on that guy and his gut. So instead, he turned around and stalked back to the elevator.

"Morgan." Hotch called down from the walkway. The dark FBI agent looked up.

"We got a hit on DNA." And for the first time in over a week, both of them had hope in their eyes.

"Elijah Hankel."

*don't you people find it funny that an elevator is called an elevator? I mean, sure it elevates but doesn't it de…elevate…uh…ya.

**that guy I just described, I'm picturing that fat guy on Get Smart. Ya know. The one who got stapled by Agent 23. Here's a URL for the picture (he's the one beside the girl in the black dress) .com/files/upl1/1/13839/25_.jpg