"Have her parents been contacted yet?" Morgan asked quietly as he stared into the hospital room, concerned eyes fixated on the young woman unconscious in the bed inside.

"They're on their way now, but they live all the way out in Norfolk," Hotch stated, a frown etched into his features as he watched as well.

"Why did they call us?" Derek asked, glancing at his chief. "What does her appearance have to do with the BAU, Hotch?"

Hotch tore his eyes away from the scene to glance at Morgan, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"She's our latest victim," he murmured. "And she's the only one who survived."

Rosemary awoke in a hospital room, alone. She wondered how long she'd been asleep, where her parents where, if the police would come in talk to her- her mind could not focus on just one thing. It wasn't unfamiliar to the intelligent young woman, however. Her whole life had been a series of thought after thought that forced her to become as analytical as she had.

She peered past past the door of her bed outside the room, catching the attention of a good-looking biracial man and a tall and dark-haired, serious looking man. They exchanged a few words before the biracial man disappeared and then came right through her door.

Rosemary looked away from the approaching stranger to asses her injuries. Her right wrist had a cast over it, confirming the source of the awful pain she had experienced trying to escape imprisonment. Her leg felt tight and slightly numb, and she felt the gauze and bandages wrapped around it. She imagined she looked like a disaster, but hopefully the nurses had cleaned her up a little. She just wanted some dignity back after the horrible experience.

"Rosemary?" the man asked kindly, pulling a chair up beside her bed. "Do you prefer Rose or...?"

"Rosemary," she confirmed, assessing the stranger carefully. "My parents called me Ro for short but- I just prefer Rosemary."

"Then that's what I'll call you," he smiled, clearly trying to make her feel at ease. It was only working a little. She wanted to trust him and loosen up, but her body was hurting and in her heart she was still frightened. The mask flashed behind her eyes again and she blinked.

"I'm Special Agent Derek Morgan, I work for the BAU of-"

"The FBI," she finished, swallowing to rid the dryness in her throat. "Could you pass me that water?"

"Oh- sure," Derek agreed, though a light frown had come over his features. He handed her the glass of water from the bedside, and she eagerly drank.

"You know, most people wouldn't know that the BAU is a sect of the FBI right off the top of their head," Derek said in an almost complimentary fashion, watching her patiently.

"I was always been interested in criminology and government crime agencies," she told him, an involuntary smile of bashfulness coming onto her lips. "Read up on both a lot back when I was in high school."

"Smart girl," he noted, a friendlier smile appearing on his face. "All of that reading may have just been what saved your life. Now... I know you're probably still freaking out inside. I don't blame you. Being kidnapped and living to tell your story is no easy experience."

Rosemary swallowed with difficulty as he spoke. The last thing she wanted to do was relive that experience. But she reminded herself of the very thoughts that had kept her going when she thought she was going to die. This was her moment to do something good.

"On the way to the hospital the nurses said you were murmuring about a golden mask while in and out of consciousness," Derek began, his attention focused entirely on her. "Can you tell me what that means?"

Rosemary lowered her gaze, staring at the blue patterned hospital gown covering her chest.

"He wore a golden mask," she explained quietly. "It- it was shaped like a bull."

"A bull?" Derek repeated.

"Yes," Rosemary confirmed, finally looking at him again. "What does this guy do anyway? What-"

She shuddered and her wrist thumped painfully under her cast.

"What would he have done to me?"

Derek shook his head, lips pressed together firmly.

"You don't need to know any of that," he told her gently. "You're safe and that's all that matters."

"No offense, Agent Morgan," she said, voice shaky with each word. "But I deserve to know who I was dealing with. If I'm going to help you, I want to know what this- this creep is doing to other people."

She stared down the agent with all the strength she could muster, which wasn't much, but it was the thought that counted. Derek sighed and stared at his hands, clearly weighing the options, before he nodded.

"The serial killer we're dealing with has- an intense obsession with mythology," he explained as he looked back at the brunette. "Greek, to be exact. Our last victim was found positioned above a small pool of water, the eyes glued open and permanently fixated on his reflection-"

"Narcissus," Rosemary realized. Of course she knew the tale- she knew just about everything there was to know about Greek mythology, thanks to her father.

"And the victims before that were found in similarly mythological inspired scenes," he finished. "So far we've had no luck stopping this guy. He's clever, always moving locations, and leaves the victims' bodies in a clean and perfectly arranged state. Obviously we've had no survivors to tell us what he looks like..."

"Even I couldn't tell you that," Rosemary muttered, a deep feeling of regret in her chest for ripping the attacker's shirt open rather than pulling his mask off the day he took her.

"But we know one more thing about him already based off what you just told me," Derek encouraged, placing a hand on her arm with a soft smile. "So let's start from the beginning. Tell me everything you can remember."

Rosemary licked her lips before starting. She explained how she was taken, where she woke up, how she got away... everything and anything he might need to know.

"And another thing," she frowned as her explanation came to a close. "He had a tattoo. On his chest. It looked like wings. Maybe it was a bird? I was half-conscious so- I'm sorry if I'm wrong. But I tried to keep it in my head to tell someone when I escaped."

Derek shook his head. "I understand. Even if you're a little off, any detail can help us. Thank you for being brave, Rosemary. Your story alone could help us save more lives if we can find this guy and put him behind bars."

Despite all of the anxiety and fear, those words alone made Rosemary feel as if she had done of the best things she'd ever done in her life.

"Rosemary!"

The young woman looked up as her parents burst into the room, panic in their eyes. Derek got up immediately to introduce himself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lennox, I'm Agent Derek Morgan, I work for the FBI," he detailed calmly. "Rosemary was just telling me her story."

While Mrs. Lennox gave him an appreciative, teary smile before rushing to her daughter's side, Mr. Lennox frowned lightly.

"Forgive me for asking, but why is the FBI involved in this?"

"Well, the particular kidnapper who took Rosemary has been our unsub in an ongoing investigation on a series of murders around Virginia," the agent explained quietly. "Your daughter is the only person to have successful escaped him and her story is crucial to our investigation. Anything that can give us a lead is important, and we are incredibly grateful for everything she was able to tell us."

Mr. Lennox nodded, his frown disappearing and the tiredness in his features returning.

"Rosemary has always been a smart girl," he told Agent Morgan, glancing over the agent's shoulder at his wife and daughter. "I have never been more grateful for that in all her years of life. The incredible mind of hers is what saved her."

He seemed to tear up at his own words and Derek bowed his head, clearly not wanting to cause any discomfort.

"It's not often that this happens, but it's always a blessing when it does," Derek confirmed. "Now, because we need to get a hold of every lead we can, do you and your wife mind coming in for questioning tomorrow?"

"Questioning?" Mrs. Lennox suddenly asked, her attention now on the two men. She seemed a little unsure, and Derek quickly glanced between her and her husband.

"It's just standard procedure, ma'am," he assured. "Nothing to worry about. We just want to get this guy off the streets for good."

"We'll do everything we can to help," Mr. Lennox broke in, looking pointedly at his wife. Derek tried not to display any awkwardness around the conversation, putting his hands together.

"All right then, we will contact you to let you know where and when," he confirmed. He looked back at Rosemary, offering another smile.

"Get better, smart girl."

He nodded at the parents before exiting the room.

"Mom didn't seem too happy to be asked to come in for questioning," Morgan reported to Hotch as he walked over to him in the hospital corridor.

"Do we know anything about the parents yet?" Hotch asked as they walked back to the elevators.

"Garcia is pulling up info for us back at HQ."

The elevator doors slid open moments later and the two men stepped inside, the doors quickly sliding shut behind them.