As soon as Eric saw the jet land,he was instantly jealous. Any time he had to go out of state for a case,he got stuck on a plane with a bunch of other people. These guys had their own private jet! It wasn't fair! The beautiful craft landed on the runway and slowly edged towards the airport. They waited,each having arrived in their own hummer to transport the passengers.

The plane came to a stop,and after a few minutes,the door on the side opened and people began stepping out. One by one until six people were on the landing strip. Upon examining the team,Eric sensed they were a tightly knit group. They stuck closely together where they stood.

"Isn't he a little young to be walking with a cane?"Frank cut into Eric's thoughts.

The Cuban stopped and looked at the new team,and saw a young man with shoulder length brown curly hair supporting himself with a cane. And then he saw a well built black male fussing over the youth.

"Morgan,I'm not crippled. Relax."

"You have any idea how close that bullet was to your artery?"Morgan,the colored man,responded.

The brunette sighed and kept walking till he felt the other try to take his arm. "I'm fine!"he spat.

"You guys wanna quit arguing and get in the hummers?"Frank asked.

The youth leaning with his cane glared at Morgan. "Yes. But until he understands that I'm not made of glass,put him in the back."

When Horatio heard the smooth sound of the hummers' engines running outside,he decided it was time for Jay to get back to the break room. The case did concern him,after all. He made his way to the morgue,passing through the steel doors that reaked more and more of death the further he went.

The further he went,it also got quieter. Until finally,he came into the morgue itself,the lights all out except for one. The florescent bulb was glaring down on Jay and the body that had been recovered the day before.

There was a young officer standing nearby,watching intently,making sure that Jay didn't touch anything.

"What are you looking at?"Horatio asked softly.

Jay sighed heavily. "The stomach." His eyes scanned said section of the body.

Horatio's eyebrows narrowed and he walked over to the table. "What about it?"

Jay snarled and the protective glare that was generally reserved for Genesis came out. "The chest,mouth and throat were all torn apart,right? But the stomach was left alone for later. Someone left it alone so that they could practice C - sections."

"Genesis,"Horatio stated softly.

Jay nodded. "We need to get him in here." He took his phone out,started to dial,and then paused.

"What now?"Horatio gritted softly through his teeth.

"I never thought I'd ever have to call my brother for anything... Let alone have to live or even look at him."

Horatio's head dropped. "You were quite young at the time of the fire. What were you,four or five?"

Jay looked at him,heart beating painfully hard in his chest. "That was you?"

Truth be told,Jay had little to no recollection of the event. He only remembered the smell of the burning wood and someone hugging him close. The scene of the fire had been tucked away in a file in the back of his brain. Along with the years of hell in foster homes. He knew they'd occurred,but he was in so much denial that as far as he was concerned,it happened to someone else in his mind,not him. In a sense,he was grateful for his brain's fail-save.

"Well,I'm going to call my brother and dread every minute of it. I'm going to have him bring Genesis and the kids here,and go from there."

Calleigh and Natalia looked up to see Eric and Frank returning with a team of six people.

"Oh,good. Guys,say hello to the best BAU team. They specialize in serial killers and have a higher rate of solving cases than any other team."

Calleigh extended a hand. "Lieutenant Calleigh Duquesne."

"SSA Aaron Hotchner. This is Derek Morgan,David Rossi,Jennifer Jareau,Emily Prentiss,and Dr. Spencer Reid."

Alexx stepped forward and shook hands with Agent Hotchner. "Alexx Woods. M.E. I appreciate you coming down here. I've had more than enough of this killer."

"We had another case,"Rossi stated,"but we heard about this one and passed the other off to a different team. This one was a bigger deal,especially with bodies turning up every day."

Alexx nodded and looked at the team,then proceeded to eye the youth using a cane.

"Dr. Reid,what did you do to yourself,sweetie?"she asked,being the mother hen that she was.

"Just a gunshot wound. I'm fine."

Alexx sighed heavily and grabbed a chair from the back of the room. "You better sit down,sweetie."

"No,really. I'm fine-" "Sit,"Alexx snapped.

Reid grumbled in submission and finally sat down in the provided chair. Agent Rossi chuckled at the sight. This woman definitely had kids.

"Well,now that we're all settled,"Calleigh began,"Let's see if we can take a load off of Alexx's shoulders. We have,I believe at the moment,twelve victims. I reckon we'll have two more before the day is out. Now,I do suggest you not eat anything during this meeting. Agent Morgan,that means you might want to hold off on that candy bar."

"We've dealt with serial killers for years. I haven't lost my lunch once. What's so different about this one?"Morgan smirked.

"Go to the morgue and see for yourself." Morgan turned his head to the voice.

"And you are?"Agent Hotchner asked,warning lacing his tone.

Jay turned his blue irises to the agent,clearly neither impressed or pleased with him. ''Jay Vendadi Caine.''

"Vendadi? As in the Russian sharpshooter Vendadi?"agent Rossi asked.

There was a bitter glare. Jay was less than proud of his father's reputation,the best sharpshooter of Mother Russia. Even though his father had moved to the states after serving his time in the Russian military,Loganov Vendadi had not been well liked by the U.S. military,as many of the lives he'd claimed had been American soldiers.

He could tell that he and this agent were not going to get along.

"Don't let my father's reputation get in the way. I'm nothing like him. He should have died in a gulag."

Rossi tilted his head. A young boy's first hero in life is generally his father. Yet,here was a man who barely knew his father and he had such a vile opinion. At least,Rossi thought Jay didn't know him.

''And just how much do you know about Loganov?''the agent asked.

Jay's face didn't change. ''Enough to know when to duck from the Russian gangs that he owed money to."

"Oh." Rossi had to admit,that was something he didn't know.

"You are a terrible driver!"

Everyone looked up into the hallway to see a young redhead stomping in with two children and an older blond male in tow.

"Flip the pictures over!"Horatio quickly ordered. The entire table went from a collection of horrific sights to a sheet of white just as the new arrivals were stepping in.

"I told you to let him drive!"Jay blurted at the blond.

"I felt better if I was behind the wheel. Besides,if there were an accident-" "-Genesis would be more likely to be killed in an accidend when in the passenger seat,"Jay cut in.

"So you'd rather I be killed in a car crash?!"

"I certainly hate you enough,"Jay reasoned.

Horatio rubbed his forehead and sighed.

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