Fall's Down

Every other family had received some variation of the call as Hotch-'Be grateful', 'Remember to thank me'.

"He's a clean-up man," Morgan had simplified it. "He sees these women as something in the way, and cleans up."

"There's a definite type," Rossi added. "One woman like that ruined him, ran him over, and now he wants to get rid of anyone like her."

"So," JJ had added. "These women are repeats. Wouldn't that make the first victim the one he was after?"

"Phoebe Julian," Reid supplied.

Hotch nodded. "Call Garcia."

Morgan nodded. "Already done, man. She's cross-referencing everybody and has a tap on the phones. Anyone calls, she grabs their asses in a heartbeat."

Of course she would. She was Garcia, and the next-best thing to God the team had. And the phone rang.

"Pets, I have a person for you. Phoebe's fiancé. She wanted to pursue her career instead of settling down with kids, so she broke it off, according to her blog. That was a month ago."

"When the killings started," Rossi mumbled.

"His name is Patrick Thomas and the address is coming to your PDAs now. His house is outside the city off a little dirt track you all be careful and bring Emily home, capice?"

"Thanks Garcia. Let's go."

Hotch barely remembered his Kevlar.