"This is ridiculous."

Jane sat back in her desk chair and spread her legs just enough to get comfortable, looking to the board that the supposed genius agent had drawn up. "Korsak, come on," she sighed.

They graying man shook his head. "How exactly do you propose we find any suspects when the murderer left virtually no clues at any of the crime scenes?"

Derek looked at the Boston detectives that sat around the only woman's desk. "Things such as DNA or footprints are not the only clues that can help narrow down a suspect pool."

Emily nodded, pointing to the board where the photos of all the victims were now posted. "All seven bodies were stabbed three times, once in the neck and twice in the chest, before their wrists were sliced open. The use of a knife on all the victims tells us that the killer is impotent."

"Sexually impotent?"

Hotch looked to the darker man on the Boston legal force. "The killer is either sexually impotent or somehow in his personal or professional life; powerless and unable to take the action necessary."

"We also believe that grooming the victims and placing them in the positions in which they were found, in front of the political buildings, signals the killer's need to get attention," Reid nodded. "Maybe even showing care for the victims."

"Showing care for them?"

Reid looked to the only woman on the elite team of detectives. "Yes, not necessarily a sign of remorse but more of a sign of nurture. Almost as if the killer cares, they aren't just letting the bodies lie around without being properly taken care of and groomed."

Detective Korsak huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you know this how?"

Emily straightened up, her eyes staring hard at those of the older man that refused to take the help that they were offering. "We are trained to notice the slightest differences in personality and the reasons why criminals think the way they think. What we know so far about this killer is because we know how to do our jobs, and we'd be able to do it a lot easier if you stopped questioning our validity," she said, nodding stiffly. "Sir."

Smirking, Jane slowly nodded her head. The woman had some spunk. "Ok so we have seven victims; five female and two male. What does that tell us?"

Emily silently thanked the younger woman for keeping the conversation moving with the smallest of looks.

"We are not sure on the sex of the killer," Hotch stated. "Due to the force at which the victims were stabbed it could be a male who was rejected by someone who resembles those who were killed, or it could be a woman who's had a psychotic break due to some kind of emotional stress and the killings are a result of someone who resembles the victims. We don't have enough evidence right now to support either theory."

Detective Frost frowned, leaning forward in his chair. "So basically we still have nothing."

Before Emily even got the chance to open her mouth to answer, all eyes flickered over to a woman in a white lab coat walking into the room.

"Detective Korsak, I found something that you might want to see." The blond glanced over to the new faces she saw on the police department's third floor. "Oh hello," she smiled, holding out her hand to the nearest agent. "I'm Dr. Maura Isles."

Reid slowly stepped away from the hand that was held out to him, smiling smally before nodding his hand.

JJ stood up from her seat and quickly held her hand out to the other woman. "That's Dr. Reid. He doesn't do handshakes."

"Oh." Maura smiled to the younger man that she thought she had scared away. "Germaphobe? I completely understand," she chuckled. "All that bacteria being spread around? Exactly why I keep sanitizer on me at all time."

"I'm Agent Jareau, and these are agents Morgan, Rossi, Hotch and Prentiss."

The blond medical examiner smiled wide at the brunette agent that worked for the BAU, shaking her hand with enthusiasm. "Agent Prentiss? As in Emily Prentiss, the daughter of Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss and Navy Officer Donald Prentiss?"

Emily nodded slowly, ignoring the smirks she was getting from her teammates. "Yes, hello."

"Wow I am such a big fan," she gushed. "I met your mother back in 2004 when she was in Milan and you look so much like her! I've heard all about your seminars on how you debunked sociopathic cults in the United States."

The brunette smiled gently at the younger woman. "Thank you. I actually got my research started from Agent Rossi," she stated, gesturing to the eldest of their team. "He's the one who debunked the myth of killer satanic cults."

Maura spun on her heels, her jaw dropped to the floor. "Agent Rossi? As in the author David Anthony Rossi?"

"That's me."

The brown eyed woman grinned, quickly making her way over to the only female detective on their elite team. "I just love him," she gushed.

Hotch sent a look to each of his team members to make their smiles disappear before turning his attention to the medical examiner. "Dr. Isles? You said you had something."

Maura's eyes widened. "Right! Follow me please."

Jane smirked as she walked in stride with the ivory woman beside her, keeping her eyes trained on the agents before her. "Diplomat daughter and a navy brat?"

The brunette did her best to fight the blush creeping up her cheeks at the teasing she heard in the younger woman's voice, and she gave a swift lick to her bottom lip before shaking her head. "Don't even ask."