When the team gets to the conference room at the police station they find Reid already at work.

"What do you have, Reid?"

"Emily realized we were overthinking that note. It wasn't a cryptogram but instead state case file numbers."

Emily frowns. "What do you mean I realized that? What are you talking about?"

Everyone looks at the baffled agent. Reid grins. "About 4:30 this morning you called me with your brainstorm, called me Ferdinand, then said you'd see me on the boat today. You don't remember?"

Emily thinks a moment then shakes her head. "No clue what you're talking about." She pulls out her phone and frowns when she scrolls to placed calls and sees Reid's number at 4:32 a.m. "What the hell?"

The team starts to chuckle. Morgan claps her on the back. "Those are some pain pills you got there, Princess."

"I guess so. Damn. But I was right?" Reid nods. "So what does my brainstorm mean for us, Ferdinand?"

The team chuckles as Reid shares the findings.

"Garcia checked and the numbers were adoption files. She did things she says we don't want to know about to come up with 4 names."

"Business owners?" Rossi asks.

"Three own their business, the fourth runs a successful extermination business," Reid replies.

Hotch looks up at the murder boards. "All the attacks included heads of businesses who were adopted. So why is this guy pissed at them?"

"Because he wasn't?" Morgan suggests. "Maybe he aged out of the system and is upset these people had a chance at families and a life he didn't get."

Rossi frowns, remembering a chat he had with Garcia the day before. "Or it could be deeper than that. We need to find out if any of these people tried to adopt children or even to foster them. Maybe his bitterness stems from the fact that they made something of themselves and didn't offer kids like they were another chance. It goes back to what JJ pointed out to Garcia about kids in the system: they don't have their own toys. He kills them with toys they could have bought him if they had adopted him."

"Sounds utterly sick and scarily correct," Emily says. "My drug induced brainstorms are amazing."

Hotch smiles. "We need to reach out to these four individuals and their businesses. We are- -"

"Agent Hotchner?" The team turns to see Lindall in the doorway. "We have clearance to get into the latest bomb site. I'm meeting Bethune out there and thought Morgan may want to come."

Hotch looks at Morgan and nods. "Very good. Morgan, go and see what we can add to the profile."

Morgan nods and follows Lindall out of the office. Hotch turns back to his team. "Reid, Prentiss, start calling the people on the list. Tell them Rossi and I need to see their businesses ASAP along with their security tapes for the last week."

Reid nods. "On it."

"If we need help in the field, Reid, meet up with Morgan. Prentiss- -"

"I know, I know…leave the station and my ass is grass. Got it, sir."

Hotch grins. "Actually I was going to say I'll tell your wife. But either way."

"Even worse. I'll get with Garcia to see if she has figured out who accessed all those files and when."

The team grins and gets to work. Today could be the day they stop a madman on a mission.

Bethune points at the badly charred area where the sales counter used to be. "We have initial ignition here." He points to the floor. "It looks like it ignited a person, probably with gel again in the packing materials. That person stumbled here and set off the second blast, which also killed the customer that was in here. Boxes fell towards the door and set off the final blast that blocked the exit, forcing the last 2 employees to race through the flames. "

Lindall shakes his head. "Son of a bitch. Surprised anyone lived."

"They didn't," Bethune states.

"What?" Morgan asks.

"The two men that got out died from their wounds. They never regained consciousness. Second one died overnight."

"Shit," Morgan mutters. "I had hoped they would live if only to minimize the kills for this bastard."

"What was the toy?" Bethune asks.

"From what I could find a Nerf gun. Figure guy fired a dart and boom," Lindall says. "Most of the gun is gone. Just got lucky that one piece that didn't incinerate had the manufacturer information on it."

Morgan shakes his head. "Five men dead for nothing. This guy knows by now we found Stanford's place. He is going to want to race us to the finish line."

"Please tell me you can beat him," Bethune pleads.

"We have a couple of solid leads as to who his next victims are. Hotch and Rossi are speaking with them and looking over their businesses, including security tapes."

"You know, there's something else we have to think about," Lindall states. The other two men look at him. "The bastard turned off the water to the sprinklers. Any chance he left fingerprints?"

Morgan pulls up the case files on his tablet. "I don't see that anyone took prints on the pipes or the cut offs at any location."

Lindall grins. "Got a print kit in my van."

"Then let's get the prints. Maybe this fuck is in the system!" Bethune enthuses.

Morgan nods. "Let's do it and we all sign the paperwork. No technicalities on the chain of evidence that gets shit thrown out."

The three investigators agree and Lindall hurries out to his van to get his forensic kit.

Rossi and Hotch stare at the stunned man across the desk. He looks to the pictures of his family and back at the agents.

"So…you think because I didn't adopt a child he's targeting me?"

Rossi nods. "It's the theory we are working with right now and, unfortunately, it is most likely the correct one. You, the victims and others found on a list the unsub lost are all adopted children who have made successes of themselves but did not adopt children once they started their families."

The man shakes his head. "That's…that's…insane!"

"It only needs to make sense to the disturbed mind behind the bombings," Hotch explains. "We need to get a look at your security footage and we need to check your water cut offs. The one to the sprinkler may be tampered with."

The man nods nervously. "Of course. Whatever you need to see and do."

An hour and a half later the agents leave the man's business. New locks have been installed on his water cut offs and he and his staff will carefully watch anyone who enters with a package.

In the car, Rossi punches in the next address on the GPS. "I hope to hell we aren't driving around terrifying people for no good reason."

Hotch shrugs. "It was a target list, Dave. You know that. We just haven't found who is next in the unsub's mind. All we can do is start at the top and work our way down. He didn't exactly number them for us."

Rossi gives him a grim grin. "Maybe someday one of these assholes will leave us a clue easier to use."

Hotch chuckles and pulls out into traffic. "Don't hold your breath."

Rossi just nods in agreement and starts to read the bio of the second victim off the adoption file lists.

Emily is in the middle of reading over the background of a potential victim when someone knocks on the conference room door. She looks up and smiles.

"Hi, Eddie," she says. He signs hello with a big smile. Emily looks at the other man. "You must be Father McGarvey."

The man nods. "Yes, I am. Eddie remembered something this morning and insisted he had to come tell you."

Emily gestures to the chairs beyond the one her foot rests on. "Have a seat. What did you remember, Eddie?" Eddie sits down and starts to sign rapidly. Emily holds up her hand. "Whoa, buddy. Not that fast, remember?" she pleads with a smile.

Eddie grins and slows down.

"The. Bad. Man. Said. I. Was. Lucky. To. Have. Been. Too. Old. For. The. System." Emily translates. She thinks a second. "The foster system?" Eddie nods. "So, your parents, uh, passed after you were 18?" Eddie nods. "That is great information, Eddie. It helps us narrow in on the bad man if he was in the foster care system."

Eddie smiles proudly at the priest. The man pats him on the shoulder. "Good job, Eddie." He looks back at Emily. "Um, any idea when Eddie can go home. I love having him visit but he misses his home, his belongings. They help center him in a way my home doesn't."

Emily exchanges a quick look with Reid. "Uh, I don't know. Let me call my boss and see if he can give me an idea of when the homestead will be released. Until then, maybe you'd like to get something out of the vending machine, Eddie? My treat since you did so good."

Eddie smiles and nods excitedly. Emily grabs her purse and pulls out a couple of dollars. She hands them to Eddie and the two civilians go out to track down a treat. Emily looks at Reid.

"What are the chances they will release that place before we have the suspect in custody?"

"Slim to none," Reid replies.

Emily runs a hand through her hair. "Damn it."

She grabs her phone and calls Hotch, hoping for a miracle.

"Right this way, Mr. Hill. Officer Tangery can take your report, sir. She will be with you soon."

Darryl Holmgren smiles. "Thank you, Officer."

He takes a seat at a desk with a perfect sightline into the conference room. He sees two agents hard at work trying to draw lines towards him. He smiles. Two agents would die this morning. Too bad it wouldn't be the whole team.

He casually stands and walks over to the water cooler and helps himself to a cup of water. While walking back he places a paper bag containing his bomb on the desk closest to the conference room before walking back over to Officer Tangery's desk. Just as she sits down to take his false report, he stiffens.

"Eddie," he mutters.

"I'm sorry, sir?" Tangery asks as she opens a file on her computer.

Holmgren stands, acting nervous. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I…need to try to…stop this without the police first."

"Wait! Sir, we can help!" Tangery hollers as Holmgren hurries to the exit. She sighs and shakes her head. "I hate when they don't ask for help," she mutters and closes the file on her computer.

Eddie sees Holmgren and starts to get agitated. He races back to Father McGarvey, who is getting a soda out of the machine. The priest looks at his charge, as the child-like man starts to sign rapidly in fear.

"The bad man is here?" the priest asks. Eddie nods and signs Yes over and over again. The priest runs towards the conference room. "AGENTS! HE'S HERE!"

All eyes turn to the screaming man, including Tangery's. Emily grabs her crutches as Reid races out of the conference room. The two agents scan the area for civilians as McGarvey and Eddie run up to them.

"Where is he, Eddie?" Emily asks.

McGarvey watches the rapid signing. "He was at that desk with her then ran to the door when he saw me," he translates.

Tangery's eyes widen. "Oh my God! His name is Hill. He was here to file a vandalism complaint against some neighborhood kids. He said he had to try to handle it himself first."

Reid and Tangery race for the parking lot as Emily hurries to the front desk to get security tapes pulled. She comes to a stop when the priest yells after her.

"AGENT PRENTISS! WAIT!" McGarvey yells, staring at Eddie. The man pales and turns to look at a gift bag on a nearby desk. "Uh, Eddie thinks that's a bomb."

Emily's eyes go to the bag and she swallows. "He's sure?"

McGarvey nods. "Said it is one of the special bags he had to buy for the boom boxes."

Emily glances at the wall. She sees the fire alarm box and uses a crutch to break the glass, immediately setting off the klaxon to evacuate the building.

"Let's get everyone the fuck out of here," she states, her eyes never leaving the bag until the room is clear. She then follows everyone outside.

Reid jogs up to her. "I called Hotch and told him what's going on. I also called Garcia to see if she can pull their security tapes."

Emily nods. "Good job, Reid. Eddie thinks there is a bomb on a desk outside the conference room." She looks back at the building and shakes her head. "Sometimes I fucking hate being right," she mutters, reflecting on her argument with JJ before the team had left Quantico.