A/N Yeah, I know I'm super late and people are probably not reading this anymore. Putting it on here made me realize that it's not that good! I'm excited to write my upcoming stories!

Chapter 7

They met early the next morning again at the precinct and started working right away. They looked at the surveillance footage at every workplace to see if the same man was present.

They had interviewed the victims' family and friends and as far as they knew no one in their lives had any anger toward them. That made them even more sure of their first theory and the surveillance or another body were their only chance of finding this guy. He had been smart enough to not leave any DNA, but they hoped that maybe next time he would make a mistake.

With the geographic profile they had no way to determent where the killer would strike the next time, except that he kept himself to the south side of the city.

It was hard working a case where their only chance of catching the killer might be another dead girl, but still they couldn't let that happen.

Then they got the phone call. Another dead brunette who had been raped and strangled with a fishing line. Like always he had used a condom so they couldn't find any DNA down there. They wouldn't make any progress with this dead body unless he had been sloppy this time. Though this guy didn't mess up one bit which was pretty strange for a man who acted so quickly.

Emily and Derek went to the dumpsite again. This time it was in the middle of a street. Morgan crouched down by the girl, a scowl showing on his face.

"This is our guy," Morgan said quietly, but loud enough for Emily to hear.

"Same marks on the neck, eyes wide open and she's completely naked," Emily said and turned around to look around her to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

"Hey, Prentiss, I think I found something," Morgan said, his glove covered hand holding the victim's.

"What is it?" Emily stood behind him to see.

"Skin and some blood under her nails. We've got this son of a bitch."

A crime scene tech at the scene swabbed under the woman's nails to hopefully get their UNSUB's DNA. He put it in an evidence bag and packed it down in his bag to go get it tested. Morgan and Emily stood to the side, looking at them working, both happy with the lead they'd found. They would find someone with matching DNA. He just couldn't be a ghost.

"She tried to fight back," Emily said quietly to Morgan.

"Let's hope we find him now," Morgan said as walked back to their car.

"If his DNA isn't in our database or if we don't get a hit on the surveillance, we have to go from man to man in D.C and look for someone with a scratch somewhere on their body and who matches the DNA."

"Don't like the odds of that," Morgan said, shaking his head.

Morgan put the car in drive and started in the direction of the precinct. Emily sat quietly next to him and stared out of the window. She was tapping her leg impatiently and biting her fingernails, hoping a suspect would appear. Two days weren't a lot to spend on a case, usually they spent much more time, but this case was still wearing her out big time. Probably because they were never getting anywhere, except for now that is.

Morgan parked in front of the precinct and quickly jumped out of the car. Emily remained sitting just for a couple of seconds and then she also got out, following Morgan two steps behind.

Garcia had already been on the phone with the rest of the team and told them that the victim owned a men's clothing store a block away. They had finished victimology. There wasn't much to find that linked them together. Only thing was working among people, which had made them easy targets for this unsub. JJ and Rossi had been at every workplace and questioned the colleagues, but they hadn't really noticed anything strange.

"Our Unsub made a mistake," Morgan said as Emily and he stood in front of everyone.

"What?" Rossi asked.

"We found DNA under the nails," Derek told them.

"Is Garcia coming any closer with the surveillance?" Emily asked the group.

"Let's call her," Morgan decided and took out his phone.

Garcia answered after just two signals.N"Hello hotstuff, what can I do for you?"

"Did you find a name?"

"I couldn't find anyone that came in contact with all of them," Garcia said, sadly.

"That's alright, baby girl, we only need a few names and we'll see if they're our guy," Morgan told her.

"Alrighty then, I will send you the names," Garcia finished the conversation.

Simultaneously all their phones started beeping, giving them the names of three guys Garcia had managed to identify. One of these guys was the killer.

They opened the text and read the names a couple of times.

Time to end this case.

The first guy, where Hotch and Reid went, wasn't their unsub. He didn't have a scratch on his body. Though they took his DNA anyways, which he gave all too willingly, proving once again that he wasn't their Unsub. He gave them his number in case they needed more help.

Morgan and Emily knocked on the second guy's door and waited for someone to open. He was in his early 30s and very muscular.

"Can I help you?" he asked and both Emily and Morgan took out their badges.

"Yes, my name is Derek Morgan and this is Emily Prentiss and we're from the FBI. We..."

Morgan didn't get to say more before the door slammed shut and they could hear someone running inside. A second later the pair had pulled out their guns and the door was kicked down. Morgan was the first one in, followed closely by Emily, both with their guns aimed in front of them.

In every doorway they checked the room for the Unsub, aiming the gun in every corner. He wasn't downstairs anywhere so they continued up the stairs, knowing that the man didn't have anywhere to go.

Only one of the doors upstairs were closed and after clearing the opened ones they knew where the unsub was. Quietly they stopped in front of the door and counted to three before kicking it down.

The man stood up quickly from the toilet and put his hands up.

"Please don't shoot me," he begged.

"Eric Sanders, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of five women," Morgan started as he cuffed him.

"Rape? Murder? What are you talking about? I thought you wanted me for drug dealing," the man said confused.

Emily furrowed her eyebrows and took a look around in the room. The man really spoke the truth. In front of the toilet, and on the counter, were piles of bags with the white powder in. He had ran away just to flush his stuff.

Morgan let go of the man. Even if he had been up to highly illegal stuff, they weren't there for that.

Emily cleared her throat, "Can you give us a DNA sample so we can rule you out as a suspect?"

"Of course. Will you let me go? You're not gonna tell anyone about the drugs?"

"We won't if you stop doing it," Morgan said.

"I will," the man assured.

Emily nodded and took out a swab to take his saliva.

The two agents shook their heads as they left the house and got into the car. Maybe the other four would have more luck.

JJ and Rossi's guy didn't run away, but he refused to give them his DNA.

"I know my rights. You need to have some kind of warrant," he said.

"If you don't cooperate it looks like you have something to hide," Rossi said.

"I've got nothing to hide. I haven't raped anyone," the guy said.

"Then can you come with us to the station?" JJ tried. It would be better to lock this guy up so he didn't run out of town.

"Hell no, I ain't coming with you," the man said angrily.

JJ took out a pair of handcuffs, "Luke Martins, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of five women," JJ took a hold of his arms and pulled them back to handcuff him.

Suddenly something hard connected with her face and she stumbled backwards. Rossi pulled out his gun and approached the man who had just thrown his head back in JJ's face. Rossi grabbed Luke and started to shove him out the door.

"Are you okay, JJ?" he asked her.

"Yes, I'm alright," JJ said, holding her bleeding nose.

Together they brought their Unsub to the car and drove away.

Emily arrived home later that evening. Doug was sitting on the couch with a beer and watching a movie.

"Hey, babe, how's the case going?" Doug asked, trying to not show her any nerves.

"We caught our guy. He had raped and murdered five women," Emily shook his head. "Just because his ex girlfriend had dumped him. He was really sick."

Doug let out a sigh. It was of relief for himself, but she didn't need to know that. He had really believed they'd been looking for him in this case and therefore stayed low, but murdering women? No, he wouldn't do that. What use is it to hurt them if you can't be there to watch them suffer?

Doug waited until Emily was asleep to get into his sweatpants and hoodie. Like always he knew that if she would be awake when he came back he would have a good and believable explanation. She never questioned them which was pretty strange for someone who worked as a profiler.

Making his way downstairs, he was careful to not make a sound. Some of the steps creaked when he stepped on them, but as soon as he heard it, he lifted his foot quickly and put it down somewhere else. When he was down he walked to the door, opening it and stepping outside. As he started down the street he put his hand in his pockets, feeling the comfort of his knife under his fingers.

He was thinking to himself where to go. Sarah. Maddie. Cindy. Sophie. He'd love to pay them a visit, but he would have to wait with Cindy and Maddie. They had left D.C and moved across the country. He was pissed as hell that they had disobeyed his orders. But no, tonight he would find fresh meat. While he had stayed low he'd had time to find another one who was perfect for what he needed.

Her name was Ana and he'd found her in a grocery store. According to her schedule she would end her shift in ten minutes. That's when he was going to make his move. He stood outside in the shadows and waited, just next to her car. The parking lot was empty this time of the night so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing them.

Ana walked out at precisely the time she should've. Her heels clicked against the asphalt as she walked to her small silver Honda. When she was busy trying to unlock her car he made his move, standing behind her in only two long strides and shoving her up against her car with her face away from him. She let out a yelp and her breathing started to quicken.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Ana asked, on the verge of panicking.

"You could say I'm your worst nightmare," Doug whispered in her ear.

"My worst...?" Ana started, but didn't get further as Doug turned her around so she was facing him.

His knife was held close to her neck, daring her to even gulp.

"Please, I'll do anything," the girl pleaded.

"Yes, that is what I expect from you," Doug said with a smirk, running his hand down her body.

The girl started crying and pleading with him to stop, but he wouldn't. He loved this game way too much.

Don't get him wrong, sex with Emily was amazing, but there was always something there that was missing. Maybe it was the thrill of taking something he couldn't have, to see a woman suffer for something he did, to hear the constant begging to stop or just the struggle. Neither of these things he could get from Emily, but he did with these girls. They were all young, 23 was the oldest. The girl he was about to fuck was 21.

He didn't care if he broke her clothes as he tore them off her body. He opened the back door and pushed her down in the backseat. By now she was only wearing underwear. He pulled his own pants down and used the knife to cut off her panties.

She started to thrash around in the seat at the realization that this was actually happening. Because it was. He had no intention of stopping. No, he just held her arms down, put on a condom and without a warning thrust into her.

He had to say that he liked her screams and the tears. It was just beautiful, something Emily would never do in bed. So he needed these girls to satisfy his urges. Now that he had been without it for two days he really needed to make this time last.

Another thing that was better with these girls was that he could fuck them any way he wanted. Emily had never wanted him to do her ass, but again... he could with these girls.

After abusing the girl's body in every way possible, he finally climaxed. He would've loved to drown this girl in his seeds or maybe make her pregnant, but that would mean leaving DNA behind and he couldn't do that. With Emily however, he could swipe out her pills to make sure she got pregnant because honestly, he wanted a child. A son who he could raise to be just like him.

Doug pulled up his pants again and went through Ana's purse to find her driver's license. He held it up in front of him for her to see.

"I know your name Ana McCain," Doug whispered to the broken girl in front of him. "If you ever breathe a word about this to anyone I will come to your place and I won't show any mercy." He tucked the license into his pocket. "I am capable of so much more, Ana. I will know if you say something."

Doug leaned in closer and gave the girl a kiss on her forehead. "Now get dressed and drive home. Take a long shower and go straight to bed."

The girl nodded and sat herself up, staring right in front of her into thin air. Doug smiled as he watched her get dressed and with a few difficulties, get into the car and drive away.

"Good girl," Doug snickered as he watched her car in the distance.

Quickly, he started his walk back to their house which was just nearby. When he arrived, he opened the door quietly and stepped in. He walked up the stairs just as quietly and peaked inside their bedroom. Emily was still asleep. He took of his clothes and put them where he'd taken them so that Emily wouldn't question anything.

He finally crawled into bed and put a strong arm around Emily. With a content smile he fell asleep.