In the few minutes it took me to rationalize what it could possibly mean, the rest of the team was already starting to investigate. Everyone began to assess the crime scene and the S.W.A.T. team filed out, a few comments like "this is not what I do," or "have fun," could be heard as they left the room.

I slapped on some gloves and walked past Derek who was examining the sword, to get a closer look at the writing on the wall.

The blood was dry; a dark reddish brown, and as I placed a hand lightly across the bottom part of the letter 'Y' it flaked off onto my glove.

"He's been here a while," I said aloud.

"He's definitely playing with us."

Behind me, Derek was on all fours, his head close to the ground as he looked at the sword that pierced the carpet below. My eyes flickered to the gun on his hip and the shirt that rose ever so slightly with his movement. I could see a bit of skin, and could feel my face flush.

I averted my eyes to listen to Elle explain that the man who had the sword sticking out of him, was indeed Frank Giles.

"There's a big bag of money sitting right here on the dresser" Derek said as he looked at the bills.

"So Giles took Harris to Jamaica to kill him, and then the UNSUB killed Giles," Hotch said.

"Yeah, but he paid him first,"

"Why pay him if he's going to kill him?" I asked.

"He's apparently well-funded." Derek replied.

"He could be showing that money isn't a problem and he'd spend as much as he needs to to get our attention" added Gideon.

"He said these were unrepentant bad men. Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?" Hotch asked him.

"No. The bodies are nothing but a way to get us interested. They're game pieces. The killings are secondary,"

I smiled slightly, glad I was right in my speculation.

"Well, this guy likes to write things in blood on the walls," Elle turned to the wall I stood by, her eyes roaming over the writing on the wall, while her lips pointed out the obvious.

Leaning against the lone dresser with the bag of money, Derek spoke up. "All kinds of cult and demonic significance to that,"

"Thy? Doth? Quest? Thy quest doth truly begin. Why start phrasing things like this now?"

"All the other messages were in modern English,"

"Maybe this is the first one the unsub actually wrote."

"So we're looking for Shakespeare?"

"Of this is the first one he wrote then who was the other person who contacted us?" I asked Derek.

He glanced at me, "Giles, maybe?"

"Hey, guys?" Gina, a fellow agent who was helping us spoke up. "There's something etched on the blade."

Instantly we all came in closer, Hotch kneeled down reading it aloud, "to learn of what should next be done, leave the blade 'till the hour be none."

"Hour be none?"

"Leave the blade. Elle, move for a second - move to your left. The bed's in the middle of the room-"

"-Which isn't by chance-"

"-And maybe the light from here casts a shadow and points to something."

"Like a sun dial shows time?" I asked, "that's pretty intricate,"

"Come on. Are we in the middle of an Indiana Jones movie?" Elle asked her voice showing her annoyance.

"The hour be none?"

"Midnight is 00:00 hours in 24-hour time. Would that be none?" Derek wondered.

"Midnight wouldn't cast a shadow." Hotch observed.

"Hour be none..."

"It's 3-,"

Reid's voice cut me off "3 pm. Hey, guys, Garcia told me where to find you."

"3 pm?"

"It's medieval. The days used to be broken into hourly intervals. The canonical hours of the breviary. Prime: 6 AM. Terce: 9 AM. Sext: 12 Noon. None: 3 PM. And Vespers: 6 PM."

As Reid explained it to Gideon, Derek and I shared a look. Elle just watched him with a slight smile,"Reid, do not ever go away again."

"I mean... I was about to say that," I chimed in, and Elle just looked at me.

"But you didn't."

I looked at her for a moment, that's got to be her exhaustion talking. I ignored her comment and turned my attention back to the group. Next to me Derek rubbed my arm as if to say she didn't mean it.

"Everything this guy does is a clue,"

"Ok, but, guys, it's 4:35. What do we do, leave the blade in 'til 3 PM tomorrow?"

"We just have to fake it, right Reid?" I asked him.

"Elise is right. If we can block this window out..." his mind began to work quickly.

Reid kneeled by the blocked window, a flashlight shining across the room at the adjacent wall.

"The sun is right here at 5 PM. Morgan, follow the shadows as I move the light higher."

"Ok, and do what?" He moved objects out of the way and set himself in front of the wall, ready to help.

"Tap."

"There's gotta be something in the wall," I said watching as the light rose and the shadow contorted. Derek followed it tapping against the wall. He reached a hollow spot, turning to us as Elle said something about it being an Indiana Jones movie again.

"Feels like the wallpaper's been replaced."

Hotch told him to tear it open and Derek pulled out his pocket knife cutting into the wall. The wall peeled back effortlessly and inside was a box.

"It's a box!"

"Yes, we can see that," I quipped.

"Pull it out," Hotch ordered.

"Wait, wait are we sure that's safe?"

"What, you think it's a bomb? You think he'd be playing this game just to blow us up?"

"He'd have already done that as long as we've been standing here," Derek said before pulling the box out. The mention of time made me think about how many times my phone rang in the hour and half we'd been standing here. It buzzed in my pocket one more time and I reached in, turning it completely off.

Derek placed the box on the nightstand. It was old, and almost looked like a jewelry box. He attempted to open it. "Its locked. You want me to break it?"

"No. We should process it first,"

Gideon who had been oddly silent this whole time spoke up, "The youngest holds the key."

We all looked to Reid who pulled out a small envelope, coming over to the box. He slid the key out of it, put it in the keyhole, and the lid opened, music flowing freely.

"Schubert. The Trout Quintet," I glanced back at Gideon. He was kneeling beside Hotch, a tired look on his face.

"Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight," Reid read the note that was in the box and Elle didn't seem pleased with the findings.

"The lid. There's a little tab right under the lock."

When Derek pulled back the tab, a lock of blonde hair and a CD fell out. In bold letters "thy quest" was written along the bottom of the CD. It seemed like we were on a wild goose chase to fulfill some weird fetish of the UNSUB's. All I know is that this case kept getting more interesting by the minute.