Takes place sometime after the finale.

Hello Dr. Reid. A voice echoes through the glass tube. Reid didn't ask the voice why he was here or where, because he knew the answer, and he had already seen five separate bloated bodies float in a tube just like this, so asking that would be a waste of time. "Why me?" he thought. Screw it, he thought. "Why me?" He waited a moment for his answer but continued, "I'm not even working on your case!"Again, the voice rang out. "Because we are made up of choices, and I love when they make the wrong one. And Dr. Reid, that is what's going to happen here today."He could feel the box closing in, but he knew it was in his head. He took a deep breath and said, "What choice do I have to make?" Again, the moment of silence passed, and the voice chuckled. "You don't have to make a choice."Before Reid could even get words out, water began to fill the tube. He was scared but weirdly, he was also calm. He knew he wasn't getting out of this one. The feeling of calm and acceptance lasted for a moment but then anger took over. It wasn't fair; he finally got a woman to love him, and now he's going to have his life ripped from him. There wasn't any hope. He looked down at the water that was quickly rising to his chest. Before he gave in, the sink below the water, he saw Jennifer running in and that hope that was gone came rushing back. He watched her as she ran to the control panel. She was on her phone but before she pushed the button to release the water, she stopped. She looked at her phone and began crying. He watched her back against the wall, sliding down, crying, mouthing something over and over something that wouldn't help. What are you doing?" he asked with the last bit of air and the water overtook him.One year later...

JJ

The team travels to the next case, in just one car, the time of the private jets is over. The team has been made up of JJ, Rossi, and Alvez, Princess is still part of the unit, but from behind the desk. Garcia quit shortly after their encounter with the unsub, Mr. Smile, dubbed by the media. The rest were transferred. She flips through the folder, looking at the photos. She hates it, she doesn't like her job, but here she was sitting in the car again, and to have to look another soulless person in the eye. Over and over again. Her eyes search the page, trying to see something that would solve it so she could turn around and go home so she can be with her kids and her husband. A chill goes through her spine, thinking of this. She looks up from the folder. Alvez is staring straight ahead. She chuckles to herself, the fact that they've been in the car for two hours and have hardly even spoken a word. She remembers stories she heard from Rossi and even one she remembered from Gideon about the old days while they went all across America without even saying a word, but the grand didn't last too long because she thought about Reid. She intensely stares at the folder, looking for something, so intently in fact that when Rossi speaks, she is startled by him. "I believe it's the same unsub for all three murders. It's just crazy how different each kill is, first one seems to be drowned, the second one drugged, I would not even sure about the third one. Maybe he's trying to find his method."She is startled by him, for a moment, but she thinks about it for a second, and then she looks back at him. "I agree with you, except for him looking for his method, if we're saying that these are his first victims, he was a natural."Rossi just nods in agreement. She notices the first victim, a middle-aged man, with an athletic build, he was the only one out of the three that had a number 8 that was carved in his chest. In his face. Also, how the second victim was an older woman. She was heavier weight, she had her eyes cut out, the third victim, a young woman. Her body seemed to not have a single scratch on it. If she didn't want it, some truths are too much of a burden to be a natural.

Police Station

She has gotten used to the looks that , "My domain! I'm SSA Jareau and this is SSA Rossi and SSA Alvez." She says reaching her hand out to shake the detective's hand. "Thank you for coming; I've never been afraid to admit if something is over my head. In this case, it is over my head." The next twenty minutes are a pure routine, something she's done a thousand times. Same for Rossi and Alvez.

An hour later.

Alvez and a uniform officer stand over a water trough. Sitting in the middle of a living room. Neither of the two were talking, just looking but he could tell she wanted to say something.

"So what do you think?" It startled the officer. She looked at him and nervously looked down.

"No one ever asked me my opinion before," Alves said. "Why is that?" She smiled at the question.

"I think it's my age. I'm only 19." He leaned down, looking at something in the tub.

"Well officer...," he started to say, but then stopped. He looked at her in a way of asking what's her name? She noticed this and showed her name tag.

"Kelley." Turning his attention back to the tub.

"Well officer Kelley, what do you think?" He was actually enjoying this conversation. The job has gotten different because the team doesn't talk. It used to be a family. No, not a family, he thought, it was something better. But now it's like my real family, no one wants to say the things they need to say.

"Look at that painting," Kelley said, and then stepped back. Alvez stood next to her, looking up at the painting behind the tub.

"Yea, the painting does not go there," he whispered to himself. The painting is of a beautiful woman looking away from the painter. Her blonde hair falls over one side of her shoulder. Something about it, he thought, as he wrote in his notebook. He looked at the crime scene right now. It's a puzzle in a million pieces, and hopefully, if we do our job right, when I leave this city, the picture will be clear and the unsub will be behind bars.

"How long have you been a cop?" He asked as he pulled his phone out. She thought about it for a second. Six months. His phone to his ear, he looked at her and smiled. "Sorry, JJ." He said, looking down at the small statue which is facing away from where the body was found. I knew there was something about that statue, she thought as she knelt down in front of it. Now that she's looking closer, she can see the eyes have been scratched out. She stared at it, her hand touching the statue's face, "something about it." She whispered to herself.

"Ma'am... Sorry, sorry, Special Agent Jareau." He said, looking down at her. It's a really bad habit. I'm from the South. I'm sorry." He said, reaching his hand out and helping her. "You're good." She said, taking his hand. She really was okay with what he said. She's never had a problem with being seen as a woman at the job. It's when she gets judged for it. Her thoughts are interrupted when the sheriff quickly caught up to her, handing her a folder.

"Yeah, this was found on one of our officers' cruisers. You definitely want to take a look." She opened the folder, seeing a paper inside. It's a handwritten note. She began to read it.

"Hey, isn't this great? Would my mother be proud that her little baby unsub, gets to go head to head with the BAU? I hope you took your Dramamine. There's going to be a lot of unexpected turns, and there's sure's hell gonna be ups and downs for your emotions. I got you tickets, once in a lifetime show. So don't be rude and bring someone unexpected. Hahaha. Well, I just wanted to say hello, until next time. With love, yours truly, the unsub." After reading it, a couple times, and each time, chills ran down her spine. So she folded the note and handed it back to the sheriff. "Have them run it for evidence."