"I don't know I do like this cut but it just feels too… constricting." He spent a huge portion of his income on suits. He was treating himself to a tailored Brioni suit. He adored the feel of the cut normally but this was too tight around his waist.

"Well we could bring it out slightly but it is very flattering to your figure."

"It makes me look like I've got a huge waist."

"Now have you decided on whether you want the steel grey or not?" The steel grey made a bold statement but he preferred the mist grey, a darker grey that suited the blue ties he liked to wear.

"I'll stick with the misted grey and the pin stripped Payne's grey."

"With the waist jacket sir?"

"Of course."

"Also bring over the arsenic tie. I want to see it against this." Dressing well was important to him, always had been, the cut of a good suit was very important. He could spend hours wandering through suits. He learnt the importance of a good suit quickly. People trusted him in a good suit. People trusted anybody in a good suit.

"You look fantastic sir."

"I know." He turned looking at himself in the mirror, smiling at himself. He ran a hand through his hair what he said and what he thought were completely different things but he did love himself. He ran his hands down the front of the jacket, it looked good. His last suit was a wonderful Yves saint Lauren that hung beautifully. He'd ruined it though which was a real shame. In his… line of work people often got annoyed and tried to attack him. "I care about myself. I ensure I am physically fit and take time to appreciate myself. I believe everybody should appreciate themselves and put much needed time alone at the top of their priorities."

"Yes sir… now will you be wanting another shirt?"

"You see most people seem to have lost touch with themselves dear. That's why I take a little time to treat myself everyday. You should too darling." He grinned "Do you have anything in bleu de France?"

"I think so sir."

"Thank you dear." He grinned and stepped down still smiling at himself.

It wasn't the best way to start a day at work but at the BAU most days began in the same way. Uncovering just how twisted and merciless people could be when presented with the chance. Sometimes they didn't have cases for days and it was a little glimmer of humanity, the idea that perhaps people would stop murdering each other for no foreseeable reason. Then they'd end up with a paedophile who also shows signs of cannibalism and the hope faded. Of course they had to keep spirits high and remind themselves for every serial killer and madman there was at least ten good people. Those good people were the reason they did this. They needed protection from the predators of society. The problem was with so many predators they needed to prioritize they couldn't be everywhere at once. No matter how hard they tried. There was a story behind each case, always somebody desperate for help and closure. Today was only slightly different. This time the person pleading for their help was an English DI. DI Morrison had been there since about nine, she'd kept her eyes forward and entered into JJ's office without a word or glance to any of them. JJ hadn't really been expecting somebody.

"I need help catching a killer."

"Oh… have you been to the police?"

"I am the police." She smiled before reaching into her handbag and throwing quite an impressively bulky file down. Most of it was a collection of loose notes and newspaper clippings. "This is just the last four years. The ones with pink post-sticky notes are those I don't think are involved, the yellow is I'm unsure and the greens I'm pretty sure right? The issue is he's impossible to…"

"These are all suicides."

"Yes I know they appear that way but this is a serial killer."

"Miss?"

"DI Morrison."

"Okay detective, in my experience I've learnt sometimes there is not a pattern even when we look and desperately want a pattern sometimes people just are too sad to go on."

"Why does nobody believe me? This is a serial killer. He told me he does them himself."

"Somebody told you they killed these people."

"No… I got a message that… it's in here somewhere." She flicked through the file before grabbing a typed message

You cannot repent if you kill yourself

True power is destroying the soul my dear

Lots of love and hugs RL xxx

"I got this after announcing that the suicide rates in Norfolk had risen drastically in the last few months. People with no history of depression suddenly killing themselves. They showed none of the warning signs. Look some of them even made plans to go on holiday or to go to parties. You don't do that if you want to kill yourself." JJ could definitely see her point in that matter. "After that I started looking at all the suicides without notes, some could be explained but soon I found many where the person made plans or had no history of depression. The last one was a month ago and then I saw this…" She held the news paper up for them all to see

Wall Street widow found hanging in apartment

"The same as all the others, she was meant to go on holiday the next week. She was reported to be 'a happy woman if a bit dim.' I've found two others so far, no explanations. I think somebody… this RL is killing them and making them look like suicides. If he's in America then you have a problem on your hands. He could kill as many as he wanted and just cross state lines."

"Well…" JJ said trying to get a word in, it was clear this woman was passionate about catching this killer, if it turned out there was really a connection. "I'll look at the case and if we choose to take it we'll contact you."

"I'm not mad or delusional. This man is dangerous and people are too blind to see it." She breathed in deeply trying to calm down; she knew this wasn't the way to get help. She needed to keep cool. Keep an open mind and relax. She took a few deep breaths before opening her eyes smiling "I know how crazy I sound. I wouldn't believe it if somebody came and told me. But I know these people aren't dying of their own free will."

"We'll look into it."

"That's all I ask. Thank you agent Jareau." She stood and they shook hands. JJ wanted to help she really did but this wasn't like other cases, for one they didn't even know if they had a case or any victims. DI Morrison walked out, she'd smiled slightly at a very nervous looking man she'd almost collided with but apart from that kept her eyes down. She needed to focus here. She understood that they were busy but that was no excuse for letting him continue. Of course she could be wrong but part of her refused to accept that. She approached her car which was a humble blue Peugeot 2006, she'd had to rent it of course but if this case continued she had no qualms about living here indefinitely. Even though she couldn't and wouldn't admit it. This case was her whole world now. She slid the keys in and saw it flapping in the wind. She took the white piece of paper from her windowsill looking at the black words. Even without forensics she could tell they'd written it with a crayon it simply said

The games begin

RL

It was enough to have her running back in to the BAU. This was her proof. This would make them listen or at least she hoped.