Three innocent lives, a young woman, two twin boys, they were at the same age as Jack, were slaughtered, because of him! Looked at the pictures on the screen, Hotch's stoma twisted; he felt nauseas.

"Sorry!" He said, and then stood up, on ignoring the concern in his team members eyes, he went out of bullpen.

He heard the person after him, it was Rossi, and he already knew what Dave was going to tell him.

"It is not your fault, Aaron."

"Yes, you said that last time."

"And I say it again. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! Aaron."

"I heard you, but, Rossi, I'm afraid it is. And it is always because of me, you know that, everyone knows, because I refused to take his deal."

"He is a monster, we don't deal with monsters, as we don't deal with terrorists. You have made the right choice, you know that."

"And the killing never stop."

"Until the day we catch him."

"Yes, but before we can get him, we just count the bodies. Rossi, these kids, they are the same age kids as Jack, I feel I have their blood in my hands."

"So what you gonna to do, left your team in the bullpen, sit alone here to blame yourself? That's the best thing you can do? Aaron. That's what he wants, he uses your sense of guilt to torture you, he wants you break down, and you know what, you are just give him the satisfaction."

Hotch didn't say nothing, he closed his eyes for several seconds, tried to get these images out of his mind, he put his hand on his forehead, took a deep breath.

Someone knocked the door,

"Come in!" Hotch seemed recovered from his emotion,

"Sorry, Hotch, Rossi" JJ entered into his office,

"The victims family, the father is here."

"OK, I am coming." Hotch said.

"No, I go, Hotch, I go with JJ."

Jeffrey didn't eat; he didn't sleep; refused to talk to anyone. After he came out of the police station, he could not enter into his house, he was just sitting on the banc of the public garden in front of his house, staring at the place where his wife played with his babies. There was only one question he kept asking himself.

"Why?"

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"Reaper returned, Reaper's bloody revenge on innocent people, massacred two families, only two fathers of the families survived!"

Reid tried to hide the newspaper in his hands when Hotch came in. But he was not fast enough.

"Reid, it is not necessary, I already read it." Hotch said,

"Hey, Hotch, the police informed us that the father of the second victim's family was reported missing. Nobody saw him after the police interviewed him."

"Kidnapped?" Reid asked.

"I don't think so! The Reaper wants to keep him alive, he's not the target." Hotch answered.

"Committed suicide?" Morgan said,

"Possible." Prentiss said, "There is nothing in the world for him to live for."

"They didn't find the body neither." JJ said.

After a long day, Hotch finally back home. The first thing he did was to take off his tie and suit, and put on sweater and snickers. After he recovered, Hotch restarted jogging, 30 minutes everyday as his routine exercises.

He left his department, started running, it was late, the darkness was just falling down the street.

After about one mile, his sweater was totally wet, but Hotch did not take a break, and his mind was still on the case, he did not know a car was following him slowly 30 meters away behind him from the beginning.