"Late yesterday afternoon I stopped on my way home from school to get a latte," Alana began her story.

"Is that something you do often?" JJ interrupted.

"Not really," was the answer. "The only reason I stopped yesterday was because my class had been cancelled and I decided to treat myself on my way home."

"Class?" JJ questioned.

"At the local community college," Alana told her. "There is a position opening up at work in about six months and the bosses told me I would be considered for it if I got the necessary education."

"Okay, you stopped for coffee," JJ repeated. "I assume you pulled into a parking lot?"

"Yes, the coffee shop is located in a strip mall," Alana explained. "And the lot is for all the stores."

"Did you see anything or anyone in the parking lot?" JJ continued her questions.

"I assume you mean someone or something suspicious?" Alana asked. "No. However, I was pretty focused on getting to the coffee shop and didn't really look around. I just charged right across the lot."

"What happened next?" JJ continued her questions.

"I was walking between two vehicles, when he came up from behind me and grabbed me," Alana closed her eyes and shivered.

"Take a minute if you need to," JJ told the woman.

"No - That's okay – No problem," Alana assured her.

"Okay, he grabbed you," JJ verified. "How?"

"Across the face and around the waist," was the reply. "He grabbed me with an arm around my waist while he put his hand over my mouth, and pulled me back towards him."

"And, you did what?" JJ asked.

"At first, nothing – I was too startled," the young woman told her. "However, as soon as I realized what was going on, I pushed my elbow back into his stomach and then stomped on his foot. After that, he let go pretty quickly and I fell forward onto my hand and knees on the pavement."

"Did you get a good look at him?" JJ asked.

"No, I hardly got any look at all," Alana replied. "I just got up and took off running and I think he did too. Although, I suppose he went in the opposite direction. I could probably guess at his height, but other than that – " she trailed off.

"Don't worry about that now," JJ reassured her. "But, try to think back. Was there anything that stands out about him? Any smells or anything about the way he grabbed you?"

Alana began shaking her head and then paused. "He might have had dirt on his hands and under his fingernails," she volunteered hesitantly. "And, I think he was wearing a navy blue jacket. Other than that – "

"Well, that does give us something to go on," JJ tried to sound encouraging.

"I assume you haven't had any problems in the past with someone bothering you," she continued. "Unwanted attentions of any sort?"

"You mean like a stalker?" Alana questioned, surprised. "Who would want to stalk me?"

JJ smiled at her sadly. "That's hard to say," she replied. "But, sometimes a stalker latches onto some unsuspecting person for no apparent reason."

"Well, I am pretty sure I haven't been 'latched onto'," the young woman replied decisively.

"Now, just one more question, if you don't mind?" JJ continued.

Alana looked at her questioningly.

"Why did you wait until this morning to report this?" JJ asked.

"Last night, I just wanted to get home and forget about it," Alana told her. "After all, I wasn't hurt, just shook up. However, once I thought about it, I figured maybe this guy would try to grab someone else. And they might not be so lucky."

"Thanks. You did the right thing." JJ assured her. "Now, I am going to send someone from the Sheriff's office back in here to go over your report with you and make sure that they have everything they need. So, if you don't mind waiting a minute or two more?"

As Alana shook her head "No", JJ stood up and left the room.

"She's not much help," Hotch observed once they were back in the conference room. "Other than the basic body type – "

"It's strange, though," JJ observed. "This guy apparently had no problem getting close to and grabbing the first two women, yet this time he didn't seem to know what he was doing. What was different here?"

"Maybe the other two women knew him and went willingly," Hotch suggested. "We need Garcia to check again and see where their paths may have crossed."