Lindall had managed to pull 3 partial prints off the water cut off at the latest bomb scene. He, Morgan and Bethune sign off on the chain of custody documents. Morgan shakes his head.

"Let's hope this guy was crazy enough to leave a print."

"What are the odds of that?" Bethune asks.

Morgan sighs. "Depends. So far he has been meticulous which doesn't bode well for us. But if he has slipped far enough into his delusion to believe he is doing the right thing he'll be more careless about leaving prints."

Bethune sighs. "So this isn't that magical piece of evidence they find on TV shows."

"Maybe, maybe not," Morgan hedges. "Let's get it to the lab and- -hold on a second. He grabs his phone. "Please don't tell me we have another scene, Rossi."

"Almost. He showed up at the police station."

"FUCK! Are Reid and Prentiss okay?"

"They are fine. Luckily Eddie had showed up and recognized him. He fled before Eddie could point him out. Garcia is pulling security footage and running him through facial recognition."

"Damn."

"Gets worse. He left a package behind and they are sure it's a bomb. You and Lindall want to check it out?"

"Not particularly," Morgan admits. "But we'll be there in less than 10 minutes."

"See you on scene."

Morgan hangs up as Lindall hangs up his own phone. The men stare silently at each other. Bethune frowns.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Probable bomb at the police station," Morgan states.

"Holy fuck."

"Think it will be a toy again?" Lindall asks.

Morgan shakes his head. "No. He was taking this where people would know better than to play with a toy. It's probably rigged to blow immediately. He wanted to hurt the investigation."

"Sounds fun. So what's the plan?" Bethune asks.

Morgan turns to Lindall. "It will be your scene but I'd like to go in with you. I want to profile the package for my team and I can help you figure out if we can disarm it to study it or if we just need to dispose of it by detonation."

Lindall nods. "Sounds good to me. Hope your bomb squad skills aren't rusty."

Morgan grins. "Guess we'll find out soon. Let's go."

Bethune says a prayer under his breath and crosses himself as he follows the men to their vehicle.

Hotch and Rossi approach Reid and Emily. "Report," he orders.

"Everyone is out of the building," Emily states. "We've established a perimeter two blocks away on all sides."

"Good. Morgan is on his way back with Lindall. My guess is the two of them will be going in to check it out. Any idea what's inside?"

Emily shrugs. "Eddie said he was told to buy a bunch of gift bags for what was called boom boxes."

"I can bet he didn't mean a large radio," Rossi notes dryly.

Emily shakes his head. "Far from. He told Eddie the boxes he was testing out are called boom boxes and that they make life better by killing parasites."

"Lovely," Hotch mutters. "There's Morgan. Let me go talk to him and we'll get this place defused. Rossi, take Reid and go continue warning people on the hit list."

"You sure?"

"Definitely. He wanted to cause death and destruction here and we've not only started to track him down but we stopped him from killing to delay us. He will strike again soon. Get to those people, Dave. Hurry."

Rossi nods and hurries off to grab Reid and head to the next potential victim on the list.

Morgan accepts the protective gear Lindall offers him. He sighs. "Of course if that thing has the flammable gel in there these won't do a damn thing if we get sprayed with it."

"No shit," Lindall mutters fatalistically.

Morgan looks up as Hotch walks up. "Infiltration plan?"

"Don't know yet," Morgan admits. "We need to know where the thing is and what we're looking at in the way of obstacles and potential secondary devices."

"Garcia and JJ are reviewing the security footage for shots of the suspect. Get with them and get a copy onto my tablet. It will help you plan your entry. Prentiss can fill in anything she saw firsthand. And Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

Morgan grins. "Aw, Hotch, I knew you loved me."

Hotch rolls his eyes and goes to speak with the watch captain to make sure everything they need is in place. The last thing they need is someone getting in the way should Morgan and Lindall decide they need to remove the bomb from the building. He is glad to see Lindall's boss already speaking to the captain. He takes a deep breath as he gets a text from JJ.

"Glad you stayed behind, Jareau. And damn I wish I had thought of it," he mumbles as he opens the text.

"Have 3 good shots of the suspect. Garcia is sure we will have a match within the hour. Anything to speed it up?"

Hotch thinks a second. "Have her add a filter for anyone who was in foster care." He hits send. Garcia probably already had that thought but better safe than sorry. He walks up to the two officials. "So, what's the word?"

Thirty minutes later Morgan carefully slices down two sides of the gift bag and peels them down out of the way without moving the bomb. He steps back and Lindall steps up with a portable x-ray machine. He scans the package and lets out a low whistle.

"Cutting the tape and popping the box top open would have pulled a cap and set this damn thing off," he tells Morgan.

"Shit," Morgan mutters. See any way to disarm it?"

Lindall shakes his head. "Not yet." He steps to the side and starts to scan the package from another angle.

Morgan keys his mic. "Hotch, looks like opening this thing will pull the cap and set it off. Lindall's scanning another angle but I don't think we'll be able to study a complete bomb from this guy."

"Not surprising," Hotch responds back. "This guy is too meticulous." Suddenly his eyes get wide. He turns to Emily. "Call Garcia. Have her check juvenile records, both open and sealed, for foster kids charged with bomb making, arson, or other mischief."

Emily rolls her eyes. "We're idiots," she groans as she calls Garcia and gets her started on this new search.

Back in the police station Lindall finishes scanning the 5 visible sides of the box. He looks at Morgan.

"Based on what I see on top and on the sides, we have to blow this damn thing. I really wanted to study it but it's just not safe."

Morgan nods. "Thought so."

"Let's head outside and get Rudy."

"Rudy?" Morgan asks, an eyebrow up.

Lindall smiles. "He's my retriever. He'll lift this thing up remotely and put it in a blast proof box."

"Ah, okay. Why Rudy?"

"He's small, gets the job done, and is a hero," Lindall says with a smile.

Morgan chuckles. "So he really is named after the Notre Dame player."

The men start out of the station. "Damn right he is. Saw Rudy speak in college. Man is incredible. One day on a scene I just started calling my 'bot Rudy. I didn't blow up anything other than a device that day so the name stuck."

Morgan grins. "Works for me."

JJ is scanning information nearly as fast as Garcia. "Come on, bastard, where are you? No way you've gone this long without having some sort of damn blemish on your record. So where the fuck are you?"

She starts as three files pop up on her screen.

"Okay, so three kids in foster care in the last 20 years have had arrests under these parameters," she whispers to herself as she begins to read the police reports. "Right age range, right sort of crimes. So what else are you?"

She types in the three names in another search to pull up any and all information she can on these men. She hits send to print them out as well as email them to the Hotch and Emily.

"Please let one of these guys be the bastard we're looking for. My wife was scary as shit right today and we all know the fact that his plans were screwed mean he is going to even angrier at the world. Please, God, help us find him before more people die. Please," she prays under her breath as she reads and types.

"JAYJE!" Garcia hollers as she bursts into the conference room. "I have a name!"

JJ looks up in excitement. "What is it?"

"Darryl Holmgren."

JJ looks back at her screen and frowns. "No Holmgren but I do have a Darryl Cline." She types a bit. "Aha, changed his name when he turned 19. Wanted a fresh start and to leave his childhood indiscretions behind."

"Dare I ask what those indiscretions were?"

"Arson, vandalism using fire, using fireworks to blow up mail boxes, pretty much anything you can think of using flames or homemade bombs of all sizes," JJ replies.

"Bingo! It's him!"

JJ grabs her phone. "Damn right it is. Hotch, we got him!"

Hotch steps to the captain and gives him Holmgren's name and automobile make and model. "Get an APB out and is there a chance we can get officers to drive by the businesses from the hit list?"

The captain nods. "Done. That motherfucker could have killed half my officers with that fucking bomb. Whatever you want you get, Hotch."

Hotch nods grimly. "Thank you." He walks back over to Emily. "Where are they?"

"Just maneuvered the robot into the building. I think Morgan may ask requisitions for a new toy," she says with a grin.

Hotch manages a chuckle. "We still haven't paid of the SUV he wrecked while you were on desk duty after Rocky was born."

Emily laughs. After a second she sobers. "So we know him. What are the chances he is still in his car?"

"Slim to none. We have an address. Morgan can handle things here. Up for ride? Search warrant should be waiting for us."

Emily nods. "Let's do it."

Since she had abandoned her briefcase in the police station, she borrows a couple pairs of gloves from one of the officers using his cruiser to keep people away from the building. She hobbles over to the SUV and starts to get in.

"Agent Prentiss?"

She turns to see Father McGarvey and Eddie, who is clearly agitated. She sighs sympathetically. "Yes, Father?"

"Are we safe to return to my house? Or the church?"

She thinks a second then shakes her head. "Probably not. If he fled because he saw Eddie he could go after you two next. Is there someplace you can go? Someplace he doesn't know about?"

McGarvey thinks a second before nodding. "My brother has a place at Myrtle Beach."

"Good. Get an officer to escort you to your home to get clothes and plan to spend a few days down there. I will call you personally when it is safe to come home."

He nods. "Thanks, Agent Prentiss." He turns to Eddie and smiles, not showing the man his concerns. "I have a great idea, Eddie. Remember how you wanted to see the beach again?" Eddie nods. "You have been so good how about I take you to the beach." Eddie smiles and nods, signing something. McGarvey smiles kindly and nods. "We can build as many sandcastles as you want."

Eddie is so excited he claps for joy. Emily smiles, glad to see he is already calming. "Have fun, Eddie."

He hurries over and gives her a big hug. He steps back and signs to her. She smiles and signs back, speaking as she does. "I love you, too."

She watches as the priest speaks with the police captain to arrange security for his trip home before climbing into the SUV. Hotch is already waiting for her.

"Eddie looks happy," he states in confusion.

"McGarvey is taking him to the beach in case Holmgren tries to find them at home or at the church."

"Good idea. Rossi and Reid are on their way to the next person on the list. Let's hope to hell we are still ahead of this guy."

Emily just nods as Hotch puts on lights and sirens and drives out of the police station lot.

Morgan watches as Lindall expertly drives the remote controlled robot into the building. Both men hold their breath as the device's arm carefully lifts the package off the desk and slowly deposits it into the blast box.

Morgan lets out his breath as the lid is sealed shut. "Nice job, man."

Lindall just nods and starts to guide "Rudy" out of the building. It is slow going as he drives it to an area of the parking lot Bethune had cordoned off based on blast patterns found at the bomb sites. Firefighters are on standby as are EMT's in case Holmgren has added anything to this particular bomb. Morgan can't help but think of the shrapnel laden bombs the team had faced while saving lives at the U.S. Capital.

Lindall guides Rudy into the center of the safety circle. He carefully opens the blast box. He nods to Morgan, who holds a police walkie talkie.

"Prepare for detonation," Morgan radios.

"Copy," the police captain and fire chief both reply.

Morgan nods at Lindall. The bomb tech manipulates the robotic arm and a moment later the package explodes, sending flaming gel straight up in the air thanks to the blast box.

"FUCK!" Lindall screams as the gel falls down onto Rudy before he can get the robot away.

Two firefighters race forward, extinguishers spraying the robot with flame-suffocating foam. They then turn towards the blast box and extinguish the flames within. Morgan can't help but grin: they had acted to save the robot first as if he were a living member of their team. Lindall backs the robot away and then races forward once the firefighters call the scene clear. Morgan is right behind him. Lindall starts to wipe the foam off his "partner".

"Come on, Rudy, tell me you're okay, buddy."

Morgan kneels down and helps him get it wiped off. He smiles. "What's the verdict?"

Lindall sighs in relief. "Some smoke damage, maybe a few melted wires but he's going to be fine."

Morgan pats the man on the shoulder. "Good. You got a heck of a partner there."

Lindall chuckles. "I know it may seem crazy but, well, he and I have been through some shit, you know?"

"I get it, man. Trust me."

Hotch stares at the broken down house and lifts an eyebrow. "What do you want to bet he doesn't live here anymore?"

"Normally I don't take sucker bets but since you're my boss I might have to," Emily jibes.

Hotch pulls out his phone. "Garcia, the address for Holmgren is a house that hasn't seen life in years. Find out where he really is living."

Garcia frowns and starts to type. She shakes her head. "Nothing, sir. No utility bills, no credit cards, nothing."

Emily groans and rolls her eyes. "He's off the grid! Hotch, he was using Eddie's place to make the bombs, had fertilizer delivered to mental cases or widows, he doesn't live here. He doesn't live anywhere that someone could trace him."

Hotch slams his hand against the steering wheel. "Garcia, get with JJ. Find out where this guy is hiding."

"Uh, how do we do that, sir?"

"Geo profiling. JJ can help you with it. Find him, Garcia. Lives depend on it."

"Oh, gee, sir, no pressure or anything. Garcia out."

Hotch stares at the house a second. "I want to look through it anyway. This place had to have meant something to him at some point in his life."

Emily nods. "I agree. I can probably manage with just one crutch and- -"

"Forget it. When the police get here with the warrant they will go in with me. That place looks unstable and one crutch or not you won't be able to move quickly if the ceiling falls in or something."

"Shit." She thinks a second. "Skype me."

"Do what?"

Emily grins. "Like you do with Jack when you're on the road. Only this time you'll Skype from your phone to my phone. I can help you look the place over."

Hotch chuckles. "Might just work. Get it set up," he says handing her his phone.

Ten minutes later Emily is thanking her lucky stars she is not inside that house. Layers of dust are disturbed by detritus that looks to be from teenagers: fast food bags, energy drink cans, beer cans. If the house had ever meant something to Holmgren it is obvious he has not been back in a long, long time.

"Another fucking wild goose chase," Emily mumbles.

"I agree," Hotch replies, having heard her disgruntled remark.

To be thorough he checks every room. Finally in the closet of what used to be the master bedroom he finds a shoebox tucked in the far back corner of the shelf above the clothes bar. He takes it over near a window to use the waning afternoon light to help him see what it contains. He sets his phone down (frustrating Emily) and eases the top off the box.

"Pictures. Old ones," he relays to his agent. "Could be him as a kid. We'll scan them and get them to Garcia for facial comparisons."

He puts the lid back on and looks around the room. Could this have been where he became bitter about his lot in life? Or was that bitterness already stewing and the loss of this house was the final straw? Shaking his head, he walks out of the room. He looks at the two police officers and hands one the box.

"Tag that as evidence, have the photos scanned in and sent to our analyst at Quantico. Your lab has her information."

"Yes, sir," the female officer says as she starts to write up a chain of evidence form.

Hotch nods. "Now, let's get out of here before whatever that is scurrying around in the attic decides to come down and see if we're edible or not."

The police officers chuckle and follow him out of the house.

Rossi and Reid are approaching the last store on the hit list. Reid glances at Rossi.

"What happens if we take away all of his targets? The last store is closing until further notice. What if they all do the same thing and take away Holmgren's targets?"

Rossi shrugs. "No idea. He'll be desperate to complete his mission. He may go after them at home or may go after other targets."

Reid stops and stares at Rossi. "Like social services? Foster homes? Orphanages?"

Rossi's eyes widen. "Holy shit. Get in there and start talking to the store owner. I'll call Garcia and have her connect with Morgan to start tracking down anyone that Holmgren may blame for his lot in life."

Reid nods and walks into the jewelry store. He pulls out his credentials as he approaches the counter. The woman behind it smiles at him.

"Let me guess? Looking for a ring for your girl?"

Reid blushes. "Uh, no. No. Um, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. You're Annabeth Polevitsky?"

The woman stares at the credentials and nods. "Yes. But I promise everything here is legitimate."

Reid nods. "I know. Your name came up in the course of an investigation. Are you aware of the bombings here in Lexington?"

The woman pales. "Y- - Yes?"

Reid winces. "There is no easy way to say this but your name was found on a list of potential targets. It seems like the suspect is targeting people who were adopted who became successful but did not adopt when they started their families."

Annabeth frowns. "But…but we tried! My husband has a medical condition that precluded us from adopting! I swear to you, Agent Reid, if we could have adopted we would have!"

"BULLSHIT!"

Reid spins around and stares into a gun held by Darryl Holmgren. He slowly raises his hands, angling to stand in front of Annabeth.

"Darryl, you heard her: she wanted to adopt. She wanted to do the right thing."

"SHUT UP!" He moves to the door and turns the lock just as Rossi gets to it. The older agent's eyes widen as Holmgren drops the blinds. The mad bomber turns and smiles at his two captives. "Now we won't be disturbed. First of all, Annabeth, take the gun off the hip of the agent. FINGERTIPS ONLY!" he orders as she goes to take it in a way in which it would be easy to fire. "Now drop it on the ground and, Agent, kick it over to me.

Annabeth drops the gun and Reid reluctantly kicks it towards the man. Holmgren eases down and picks it up. He frowns at it.

"A revolver? Really?"

Reid shrugs, trying to establish rapport with the man. "It makes me feel more confident. I know a man like you can't understand that," he shrugs, giving an impish smile. "But look at me? I'm a 90 pound weakling compared to someone like you. I need all the help I can get."

Holmgren cocks the gun. "Insincerity pisses me off."

As soon as he saw Holmgren, Rossi called Morgan. "Are you still at the precinct?"

"Yeah. We were just about to- -"

"Forget it! Get reinforcements and get to Empress Jewelers. Holmgren is here and has Reid and anyone in the store hostage."

"Holy shit! We're on our way. I'll call Hotch."

"Good. I'll call Garcia and see if she can tap into- -"

Rossi's voice breaks off as a gunshot sounds from the jewelry store. Another a second later causes him to take some steps towards the large window at the front of the store. Before he gets there, the security blind is dropped on that one, too. He swallows.

"Morgan, two shots fired. I…I don't know…what's happened to Reid."