SORRY! i haven't updated in ages... I kept writing this chapter over and over again, but it never looked right, hopefully its ok.

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The atmosphere had been eerie and quiet, a light breeze drifted through the air, stirring the trees and making them sway and dance to music only they heard. The silence was only ever broken by the musical chirping birds as they greeted the sun; a typical sleepy country morning. Some people could just lie there in the sun, entranced by the rugged beauty that you would never find in the city. That is, until a certain slim figure in rumpled clothes sprinted down the dirt track, like hell itself was chasing her. And, in some ways, it was.

Anne's feet pounded down onto the dirt, and she focused on the sound, to keep her mind off the burn of exhaustion in her arms and legs. Thud swish thud, thud swish thud, thud swish thud. She had to repress a chuckle, despite her situation, as she realised her laces were undone, and she wondered what He would want her to do, if he was watching her, stop and tie it again? Or just keep on going and hope she wouldn't lose her footing? In the end she chose the last option. He wasn't here anyway to chastise her if she did fall.

He wasn't here. He wasn't watching her. Here she was running through here, all on her own, with no boundaries to stop her from escaping, granted, though, that she picked the right direction to the city. And He couldn't stop her.

But Anne knew she couldn't just yet; she would have to think it over, get herself a scrap of a plan to follow before she could make an attempt. Until then, she had to keep with the routine.

What am i turning into? She wondered. She was starting to turn into the cold-blooded killer He wanted her to be. But it looked like all that training would backfire on him, when she got out of this hell. When, not if, another thought of a trained murderer.

But even the seconds it had taken to glance around her could cost her gash on her leg. And with that thought fresh in her mind, she pumped her arms and legs faster, breaking through the barrier by sheer willpower as she rounded the corner.

And nearly ran straight into a wall.

It was freshly sawn pine, untreated and rough to touch with the sap still oozing slowly out of the cuts. It had been strategically placed so she couldn't go around without being trapped in the holly to the right or wasting precious time going around the ditch to her left. She would have to scale it.

Working quickly, she threw herself at the barrier, scrabbling upwards but sliding down half of whatever she gained, her fingertips becoming raw and splinters embedding themselves in her hands painfully.

Finally she reached the top, rolling onto it fast, but her momentum carried her all the way, down to the damp ground, winded and gasping. Groaning, she dragged herself to her feet, and set off heavily down the track.

She arrived at the barn in trepidation, she didn't know wether she had made the time today, she had yesterday, but that had been without a wall in the way.

He stopped the time and inspected the number on the screen critically, letting the suspenseful silence draw out for a few seconds.

"Two minutes six seconds point-three" she felt like collapsing with relief as he tossed the microwaveable porridge packet to her. "Congrats" He said sarcastically and started to lead the way back the the house.

"Can- can I have something for this?" She asked tentatively. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at her raised hands. Finally, he sighed and fished in his pocket before handing her a tiny pair of tweezers and a few plasters with a picture of Strawberry Shortcake on them.

Then, with a large grin at his own joke, He turned smoothly on his heel and exited the barn

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"Okay, this is scary, I searched for other states that match the combination -unsolved missing persons with high-IQ, unsolved robberies that have a sense of professionalism, and random execution style killings- and I came up with four operations going at the same time, and they move on to another area every six months or so, starting from five years ago" Garcia stated as files upon files were uploaded onto the assembled agents tablets and phones.

"Total amount of cases, per victim?" Rossi asked.

"Approximately 340" she answered. Reid closed his eyes, another great weight joining the others settled on his shoulders, and everyone stirred angrily.

"Babygirl, how come no one has ever connected the dots?" Morgan asked, furious.

"Most of the missing persons cases were flagged as found when they weren't, body's were never I.D.'d, and crimes were put down as petty or that the items and money were recovered. Anything that would cover their tracks, you name it, and they did it" she replied.

"They corrupted the force, handing out cash easily-" Hotch started, disgusted.

"-to officers that would take it to cover their tracks-" JJ continued.

"-and anyone who didn't, Was killed" Reid finished.