Skimming through the case file once again, Emily didn't pick her head up to look at the others as she asked, "Is it possible that the unidentified victims are on file somewhere?" Picking her head up, she glanced her right meeting Derek's gaze. Derek, who was sitting next to her, shrugged before also turning his head to the right to look at Hotch, waiting for an answer. "Like a missing persons report or something?"

"We could have Garcia look into it," Derek commented to Hotch.

"Good idea," Hotch nodded in agreement, maintaining eye contact with both Derek and Emily as he spoke to them. "Can you and Prentiss go out on the streets? Find out if those victims really were homeless and if that population saw anything?" He watched the couple turn to each other and simultaneously nod in agreement before turning their focus back to him. Next, Hotch glanced over at Rossi and Reid who were both sitting across from Derek and Emily. "Dave, I want you to have a look at the crime scenes." The older profiler nodded in agreement with the orders given by Hotch. "Take Reid with you." Next, Hotch turned his head to the back of the jet where JJ stood in front of the fax machine. Looking at the others, he said, "JJ and I will go straight to the police station and set up."

With a small stack of papers in her hand, JJ walked back over to the group of profilers and handed them each a sheet. "Detective Bill Peirce just faxed this over," she explained. "Another body was just discovered outside an insurance agency."

"Jane Doe?" Emily asked, seeing the photo of a young woman who couldn't have been more than twenty years old with fiery, red hair.

"Afraid so," JJ nodded, sighing as she took a seat next to the Unit Chief.

Eyes once again traveling from one agent to the other, Hotch concluded the conversation with, "Get some rest now, we hit the ground running."

xXx

Mallory both liked and hated the homeless shelters. They always provided a hot meal so she didn't have to dumpster dive for leftovers all the time and the staff were friendly and weren't judgmental. However, when it came to places to sleep, space was limited and sometimes territorial fights broke out amongst the homeless. Because of that, she tended to avoid the only homeless shelter in the area except when she needed a warm meal.

Her belly full from the hot soup they were serving in the shelter, Mallory packed up her few belongings and left the building. If she needed to sleep, a park bench was better than concrete. A hand pushed her aside forcefully and Mallory's eyes narrowed. "Watch it!" She exclaimed angrily, pushing the homeless man aside. "I was here first!" The grubby homeless man pushed her again and Mallory was quick to retaliate, initiating the scuffle. Feeling blood trickling down her chin, Mallory knew that the guy had cut her lip during the fracas. Summoning all of her strength, she knocked him to the ground and held her own. Fists flying and legs kicking would have continued if a volunteer at the shelter hadn't of gotten in between them, stopping the fight. Grabbing ahold of Mallory's arm, he pulled her back so she couldn't throw another punch.

"There's plenty of room for everyone," the tall, brunette male volunteer calmly said, ushering the homeless man inside the shelter. Wiping his hands on his apron, he watched Mallory disappear down the street. Mallory just walked away ignoring the volunteer. She didn't even bother to look back. She didn't know where she would go from here, but for now it wouldn't be to as shelter. Disturbances happen frequently in this life and if she walked away with a bloody lip and few bruises from the scuffle then she was doing quite well for herself.

xXx

Detective Peirce was rather short and heavy with graying blond hair, Reid noticed when he and Rossi arrived at the latest crime scene. Since the scene was not yet processed, both agents had to slip latex shoe covers over their shoes upon arrival, like a surgeon would wear while performing surgery. Ducking under the crime scene tape, the young doctor followed Rossi's lead and listened as the older profile introduced them. Through his sunglasses, he immediately watched the crime scene unit processing the scene and looking for evidence.

"I thought there'd be more of you BAU boys," the detective commented, shaking hands with Rossi. Reid only waved.

"There are two that went straight to the station and another two out on the street," Rossi explained to the detective.

Both of the profilers pulled white latex gloves over their hands so they wouldn't get their fingerprints on pieces of evidence that would need to be processed in the lab. Stooping down by the body in the back parking lot of the insurance agency, Rossi picked up one arm by the wrist and looked at it. Shaking his head, he stood back up to his full height.

"What is it?" Reid asked.

The cause of death like all the others had been a single gunshot wound to the head. The lack of defensive wounds told Rossi that the victim had not fought back against the unsub and since there weren't any ligature marks on the wrists or ankles meant that she hadn't been bound the short time that she had been with the unsub.

"How does the unsub grab someone off the street without binding their wrists and ankles to ensure that they don't get away?" Rossi asked the young genius.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Reid said, "The lack of defensive wounds could mean that she trusted her captor."

"This would make sense as to why there aren't any ligature marks either."

"If this victim was homeless like y'all think," Detective Peirce said to Rossi, "Then how would she have known the perp?"

"Just because she trusted the unsub doesn't mean she knew him personally," Reid explained to the detective. The detective raised his eyebrows in question to Reid's statement and the young doctor continued rambling. People don't know police officers or other authority figures personally, but they generally trust them without question. In fact a few years ago, we worked a case in Kansas City. The unsub had a partner who drove around in a van pretending to be social services to lure the homeless. Because the victims thought they were getting help, they didn't believe they were in any danger until it was too late."

"And that worked?"

"He killed at least 63 people."

Looking down at the ground, Detective Peirce formed an 'O' shape with his mouth in reply to Reid's last statement. "So we're dealing with two different offenders?"

"No," Rossi replied. "We believe we are dealing with a single offender who is highly organized and intelligent."

xXx

Exiting the homeless shelter, Derek and Emily both returned their sunglasses to their faces to protect their eyes from the blinding light of the sun. Pausing on the sidewalk, they turned to face each other. Emily watched Derek place the photos of the victims back into the file. "So the manager definitely remembered seeing the latest victim a few times," she commented, meeting his eyes.

Derek nodded in agreement. "Which tells us that she was homeless," he added, finishing his wife's sentence. "But not every homeless person visits the shelters," he reasoned.

Nudging Derek with her elbow, Emily said with a lighthearted smile, "If you promise not to complain about your feet hurting, I say we talk to as many people living out on the streets as possible to see if they know any of these victims."

"Funny, Princess," Derek replied with his own grin. "I was just going to tell you the same thing."