"I, uh..." the gentleman paused, stuttering. "Is there any way I could tell this to a guy?"

Emily smiled, trying to appease his uneasiness. "Trust me, Daniel. There's nothing you can tell me that I haven't seen or heard of before. There's no reason to be embarrassed."

Daniel fiddled with the notepad in front of him "If it's all the same to you, I really would be more comfortable talking to a guy. It's nothing against you, I mean. I just…"

Emily nodded, already rising. "No problem, I'll get another agent for you."

Morgan was waiting when Emily opened the door. "Little shy?" He asked, motioning his head towards the victim.

She shrugged. "You mind?"

Agent Morgan shook his head. "Not at all, Princess."

Daniel's relaxed as Morgan took his seat. "Thank God. A dude."

The agent grinned. "Just tell me what happened, Mr. Andrews. Then you can get out of here."

"You're going to think I'm crazy. I know the first cops did. So I was at a bar, right? I remember wanting to go to a bar, but I don't remember going there. And I remember talking to a girl. But it's like I'm thinking about something that happened ten years ago. I can remember pieces, but everything else is blurry. "

"I want you to try something for me, Daniel. Just close your eyes." Morgan waited, watching the man as he followed his orders. "Good. Now, go back to the bar. Just think about being there. All of the sounds, the smells. What do you see?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know what bar I'm at."

Morgan kept his tone even. "Don't worry about that. We'll get there later. For right now, just tell me. What do you see? What do you feel?"

Daniel closed his eyes tightly. "I uh, I'm sitting on a broken bar stool. It's wobbly."

"Okay, do you move chairs?"

He shook his head. "No, it's too crowded. There isn't another open seat."

"Look at who you're sitting next to on the left. Tell me about them."

"Uh… it's a woman, I think. Yeah. She's talking to the bar tender. Her voice is kind of irritating."

Morgan smirked. "Okay, now tell me about who you're sitting with. Do you know her?"

"No. She uh, she just sat down and started talking."

"Good. Now what does she look like?"

Daniel bit his lip. "Brunette. She's definitely a brunette. She's wearing a red shirt that looks like a ketchup bottle. And uh, I smell…" he paused. "What his that?" He said, sniffing the air. "Lavender?"

Morgan nodded. "Good job, Daniel. Do you know what you're talking about?"

"She's asking questions about work. About if I travel. And if I live with anybody."

"Did that strike you as odd?"

He grimaced. "No. I thought she wanted to go home with me."

"Okay, focus on that. Is she touching you at all? Giving you any of those signs?"

Daniel smiled. "Yeah, she keeps touching my arm." His left hand traveled to his right forearm. "And she's asking if I have an early day tomorrow."

"Do you see anything unique about her? Any birthmarks? Scars?"

Andrews squinted, his eyes eyes still closed. "Well she has a tattoo… a four leaf clover on her ring finger."

"Good job, Daniel. Now fast forward a bit. What do you remember?"

He opened his eyes. "Nothing. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a room at the Marriot."

"When did you notice the burns?"

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "When I went to the bathroom. I woke up and had to piss real bad. So when I went, I realized I wasn't wearing my boxers under my sweatpants. And it hurt to walk. As soon as the air hit it, it burned real badly. So I looked in the mirror and saw them."

"And you can't remember anything about how they got there?"

Daniel shook his head. "No. I've been trying. But I just can't."

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Andrews. We'll be in touch." Morgan smiled sadly.

Before Andrews rose, he stopped Morgan from walking away. "I'm not crazy, right? It happened?"

"No, Daniel You're not crazy. I believe you."

"So none of them remember anything?"

Morgan and Rossi shook their heads. "Nothing too useful." Rossi said, flipping through the files. "We've got a general description, but that's it."

Reid added, "And no condoms have been found at the scenes. So the unsub is either taking them with her or not using one."

Emily bit her pen. "I don't think she's having sex with them."

JJ looked up, "What makes you think that?"

Rossi nodded, agreeing. "Me either. Those marks…. I think I know what she's doing."

Hotch focused his attention on the agent's. "And?"

Emily interrupted. "I had Garcia research what types of instruments leave burn patterns like that, and she came up with something." Seeing that the team was waiting for her to finish, she sighed. "From what she found, the burns could be from a cattle-prod type instrument."

Morgan shivered. "And what would someone do with that, hypothetically."

Rossi jumped in this time. "That's what I was thinking, actually. Coroners and MEs use an instrument like that to…well, awaken the dead if you know what I mean."

Reid's eyes narrowed. "I don't follow."

Emily tried to suppress a small smile. "He means that it's used to stimulate a certain body part. When a guy passes away unexpectedly and his wife wants to preserve his sperm for the future, an ME and stimulate the production by using a strong electrical current."

"So you're thinking that this woman drugs her victims and forces them to have an erection using this…machine?" Hotch asked incredulously.

"Yup." Rossi said, matter of factly. "And taking their sperm."

"You've got to be kidding me." Morgan murmured, his arm back over his lap.

"It gets better." Emily grinned. I think we should have someone go under cover. Use them as bait and see if we can't draw her out."

Hotch agreed. "And quickly. Tonight, preferably."

Everyone's attention turned to Morgan, who was still squirming uncomfortably. His face fell as he recognized the teams intention. "Oh now you've got to be kidding me." He sighed. "Fine."