A/N: Would have had this out sooner, but had a little trouble getting it just the way I wanted it. Sorry for the delay.

Chapter 19

Rossi and Detective Moeller had just left the Andovers' apartment when Rossi's cell rang. He reached inside his inner jacket pocket and removed it. His eyes narrowed with concern seeing the identity on the caller ID. Morgan had seen the change of expression.

"What is it, Rossi?" the agent asked while Rossi listened to the voice on the other end.

"Say that again," Rossi said. The others watched his eyebrows knit together as anger appeared in his eyes.

"Rossi?" asked Morgan, now worried. Worried that something had happened to Hotch. Rossi held up a forefinger indicating to give him a moment.

"Is Hotch all right?" Rossi asked. As he listened, his face relaxed; but just a little. "Is the hospital on lockdown? Good. I want nobody in or out until they've been checked out thoroughly. Excellent. I don't care how many extra men you have to bring in to help. I want everybody and every floor searched! I also want a sketch artist brought in and a composite done of the suspect. We'll be there as soon as we can. But whatever you do, I don't want Agent Hotchner left alone under any circumstances." He discontinued the call. "Damn!" he muttered.

"What happened, Rossi? Is Hotch okay?" asked Morgan impatiently.

"Hold on, Derek," Rossi replied then turned to Moeller. "Detective, I want you to have as many uniform officers as you can spare go to the hospital and help the agents. We need all the help we can get." He turned to Morgan. "That was Agent Deegan. The UnSub got into Aaron's room posing as the night doctor replacing Doctor Correa."

Morgan's eyes narrowed and his face darkened. "Did he hurt Hotch?"

"He's fine. The UnSub didn't do anything to him from what I was told. Let's just pray it stays that way. Who called on the phone?"

"Prentiss." Morgan glanced at Moeller for a minute. "They found Deidre Stimson. Her partially decomposed body was found in a garbage bag inside a dumpster. A preliminary autopsy shows blunt force trauma to her head. Apparently she'd been dead for a few days." He gave Moeller the location of where the body had been found.

The detective pulled out his cell phone from inside his coat as he walked a short distance away from the agents to make a phone call in private. Alone, Morgan and Rossi continued their conversation.

Morgan exhaled. "Bastard must've killed the babysitter shortly after he took her and Wheaton's daughter."

"He had no use for her," Rossi admitted. "He wanted Alana Wheaton. Once he got her, Deidre became expendable." He started to add something else when Morgan's phone rang again. He put Garcia on speaker.

"You've got me and Rossi, momma. What've you got for us?"

"Okay, my dark chocolate love hunk. You asked me to check on Randall Andover. He has been with the United States Army since graduating college. Two years ago he was promoted to the rank of Captain, and is stationed at Fort Monmouth as we speak. He is booked on a flight leaving tomorrow morning. Apparently his sister is getting married."

"We know, Garcia," Morgan explained. "So he did not leave Fort Monmouth early, Baby Girl?"

"Correct o-mundo my delicious cup of hot chocolate. I spoke with his commanding officer."

Morgan and Rossi exchanged amused expressions. "Garcia, how did you get his commanding officer to speak with you?" Rossi interjected. "Personal information like that isn't given out to just anybody."

There was silence on the other end.

"Garciaaaaa…" asked Morgan. "What did you do?"

"I sorta pretended to be his sister, and asked if my brother was still flying out tomorrow. Colonel Maxwell is his commanding officer. A nice man by-the-way. He verified that he was, and I could speak to the young man in question. I quickly explained I had to go and couldn't wait. So I hung up before young Randall could be brought to the phone. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Garcia," said Rossi. "It's not your fault our only suspect is gone. That happens sometimes."

Morgan shook his head. "Baby Girl, you never cease to amaze me," he added hoping to make the tech analyst feel better.

"I know I do, oh muscular chocolate God of mine. I also finished checking on that information my Italian Love God asked for earlier about my liege."

"What did you find, kitten?" asked Rossi as Moeller rejoined them.

"Before I get into that, I checked VICAP and found three similar rapes of men of different ethnicities that took place. There was one in Brentwood, Missouri. One in San Antonio, Texas. And one in Little Rock, Arkansas. All attacks were the same as the ones which took place in Milwaukee. Nobody was ever charged much less arrested in any of those prior cases."

"Why weren't those assaults linked to our guy?" asked a puzzled Moeller. Morgan looked at him.

"There was only one assault in each place so nobody made the connection," he explained. "And as our guy worked alone, there was nothing to link him to the deaths."

"Also…" added Garcia. "All three men had been raped, sodomized, and strangled manually."

"Looks like our guy was busy before he came to Milwaukee," Rossi explained. "Garcia, what about Hotch's time at Georgetown?"

"Okay. From what I found out, our Hotch was a naughty boy while in college. By naughty I don't mean he did anything bad. But he was a prankster of the highest level. Him and Wheaton both."

"Aaron a prankster? I somehow find that hard to believe," smirked Rossi.

Morgan grinned. "That Hotch was a prankster in college, Rossi?"

"No. That Aaron had a sense of humor."

"Stop making fun of my liege you two," Garcia chastised both agents feigning anger.

"We're sorry, Baby Girl."

"You better be, Derek Morgan, else you and Rossi will endure the wrath of moi. Anyway, as I said before I was so rudely interrupted, was that I found several students who had been reprimanded, suspended and later expelled. But nothing serious. Just things like stealing property, cheating on exams, caught buying grades. Hotch had nothing to do with any of it, sir. And he had no connection with the students involved. Neither did Wheaton. But I did find something unusual off campus."

"Which is?" asked Rossi.

"During his sophomore year, Hotch became a member of something called the Philodemic Society. It's a student debating society for undergraduates. According to the 911, to become a member, the undergraduate must give either three floor speeches over the course of one semester, or four speeches over two or more semesters." (1)

"That sounds like something Hotch would get involved in, sweetness."

"Wait a minute, I'm getting to it. In order to join, you go on what's called an Introduction List and are assigned a mentor who introduces you to the traditions, practices, and rules of the society. Hotch had been a member of the society for three years. But it was during his junior year that he was assigned to mentor an undergraduate named Coral James Blackman. Anyhoo, Hotch caught this Blackman character selling the answers to exams and was denied membership into the society. He tried to bribe Hotch to look the other way. But Hotch reported him, and Blackman was booted from the university. He blamed Hotch for what happened and threatened him. I checked Blackman's background, and he has no criminal record. But one thing caught my attention. Seems that Blackman moved around a lot. He briefly lived for a short time in Little Rock, San Antonio, and Brentwood during the same times of each assault. Also, he briefly lived in Milwaukee before moving to Manassas, Virginia, and then dropped off the grid."

"Any idea where he might be now, Baby Girl?"

"As I said, he's dropped off the grid after he moved to Manassas. I haven't been able to find anything. Not a credit card, driver's license, job application, home address. Last address I show is from one year ago."

"Keep checking, Garcia. This Blackman is now the only suspect we have," Rossi requested. "Anything else?"

"Yes sir. We got the DNA results from the samples taken from Hotch by the hospital. A rush had been placed on them with him being a federal agent."

"And…?" inquired Morgan.

"And DNA verifies one of the assailants as Darryl Wheaton, the slime ball. But there's no match anywhere on the sample from the second assailant. Sorry."

"Not your fault, Garcia. It happens. One more thing. We need two crime scene units sent to the Columbus hotel as soon as you can send them," Rossi added.

"Consider them sent, sir. Garcia out." The call was then ended. Morgan returned the phone to his inner pocket.

Moeller glanced at the two agents. "I have two dozen uniform officers heading to the hospital with the understanding they are to follow the orders of the FBI. I have to leave and head to the crime scene where Deidre Stimson's body was found," he explained. "Do you want to go with me to the scene?"

"As I have to wait here for the crime scene units to arrive, Agent Morgan can go with you." Rossi looked at Morgan. "Derek, see what you can find out at the scene, then get back to me. After I leave here, I'll head to the hospital."

"You're the Acting boss," Morgan replied. He would have preferred heading to the hospital, and help search for the bastard who dared try to hurt Hotch again, but Rossi was the Acting Unit Chief. And for Hotch's sake, the black agent knew he had to keep his temper in check. Besides, he also knew the others wanted a piece of this guy as well. With a sigh, he looked at Moeller. "Let's go, Detective," he said. Both men turned and walked away leaving Rossi alone. After they disappeared, Rossi pulled his cell phone out of his inner jacket pocket. He placed the phone to his ear after he dialed the number he wanted. Someone picked up on the third ring.

"What's up, Rossi?"

"JJ, are you with Reid and Prentiss?"

"Yeah, they're right here," JJ explained as she glanced at the others.

"Good. Put me on speaker so I can talk to everybody at once."

After a few seconds…

"Go ahead, Rossi," JJ replied.

He repeated what Garcia had told him about Coral James Blackman and his threat against Hotch during the Unit Chief's time at Georgetown.

"What do you want us to do, Rossi?" asked Prentiss.

"Emily, I need you, JJ, and Reid to go to the hospital and meet up with Agent Deegan. He's one of the agents guarding Hotch's room. He and Agent Hahmer apparently got the best look at the guy. It's possible our UnSub gained access to Hotch's room…"

"Was Hotch hurt in any way?" asked Reid. The fear that the Unit Chief had been attacked again so soon after the torture he had endured, was still fresh in the younger man's mind.

"No, there was no harm done. This time. I have a sketch artist coming to the hospital and a composite will be generated. JJ, after the sketch is generated, I want you to hold a small, controlled press conference, and release the sketch to the public. I want this guy's face plastered everywhere."

"Consider it done."

"Prentiss, Reid, I want the two of you to help search the hospital for this guy. Hopefully he hasn't left the hospital. I'm still at the hotel, and will get to the hospital as soon as I can. If any questions, tell them you're under orders from the FBI, and they can take it up with me."

"You think this Coral James Blackman is the Rohypnol rapist, Rossi?" asked Prentiss.

"Hard to say. From what Garcia told me, he fits the description. Also, he lived in the cities in which the prior assaults took place, including Milwaukee."

"It could just be coincidence," Reid remarked.

"Reid...I, for one, don't believe in coincidence," Rossi replied.

(1) The Philodemic Society was founded in 1830 by Father James Ryder, S.J. It is a student debating organization for undergraduates.