Judge Carlos pondered around his kitchen, stopping every now and then to take a bite of the chocolate bar he held in his hands. The house maid, Merryl, was just finishing up dusting the living room and had started to wipe down the pictures Carlos had hanging around. While she was facing away from him, the judge took his opportunity to admire her backside while he took another bite of the chocolate. The slightly bitter taste to it escaped his mind as he watched the young lady work.

She was really quite beautiful, Carlos thought to himself, his heart speeding up. Wondering to himself if he should make her his newest lover, Carlos suddenly realized her image was becoming blurry. Odd, he thought, and tried to shake his head, blinking to clear his vision, but that only served to make him become dizzy. His heart was pounding at a threatening rate now, causing a horrible pain in his chest. And then he couldn't breathe. Clawing at his throat, the judge dropped to the floor.

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Prentiss was shaking her head as she slammed a brown case file down onto her desk before propping her elbows up on the wood, and placing her head in her hands. Reid looked over at her, and had been about ready to ask her what was wrong when she suddenly exclaimed,

"What is it with the people drinking and driving already? It seems like more and more of our UnSubs are wanting revenge on people who decide to get drunk and go for a joy ride!"

"Well, a-actually, the percentage of drunken driving fatalities has gone down in the past four years, you know. In Virginia at least, it's gone down about 12%, leaving the total drunken fatalities at 347..." Reid responded, playing with a pencil he'd picked up.

Reid had seen that look before though. Prentiss had just looked up at him and was trying to smile, but he knew that hadn't made her feel any better. Silently cursing himself, Reid turned back to his own case file as Morgan's voice suddenly rang out in the bullpen, calling his attention.

"Hey, Genius! Gimme a nine letter word for 'existence,' will ya?"

And Reid paused in reading the file in front of him, staring blankly at his desk as he thought. A few seconds later, he called back,

"Macrocosm."

J.J. looked up upon coming into the bullpen, and instantly walked over to Reid, her brows furrowed as she asked softly,

"What's he doing?"

Reid paused again, the words on the page before him jumbling slightly as he realized J.J. was talking to him and he looked up into her blue eyes, responding,

"A crossword puzzle."

"Ahh…" J.J. nodded her head slowly, then pushing off his desk and continuing on about her business.

Reid's brows furrowed slightly. Things had been going like this quite often lately. He was either spouting out useless information to people who really didn't want to know what he was telling them, or he was busy doing something else and everyone was asking him questions. It was starting to get annoying, but hey; they were his team, after all. He guessed he should have a little more patience for them; they had so much for him. But he had no sooner gotten back to the report he was supposed to be doing than Hotch seemingly appeared at his desk, startling Reid so much he jumped slightly.

"Hey, settle down," Hotch said, sounding calm as usual, which only made Reid a bit more flustered.

Giving himself a mental shake, Reid once again lifted his gaze off of the case file in front of him and looked at Hotch, stuttering out a,

"Wh-what did you need?"

It was only then that Spencer Reid noticed the case file in Hotch's hand as Hotch nodded his head toward the round-table room.

"We have a case."

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"Frankly, I don't see a connection between these two." Morgan said, plopping the file folder back down on the table and looking at J.J..

"I have to agree with Morgan on this one," Prentiss said softly, looking at the blonde as well. "There's only two of them, and they're nothing alike in their victimology. Why would they be pulling us in on this one?"

J.J. had just opened her mouth to answer that, when Hotch spoke up, his eyes harder than ever.

"Because, the same note was found at both of the crime scenes. I think there may be different things we're missing here that would add up to an M.O.."

Hotch then slid a small note encased in a plastic bag onto the table, and Gideon was the first one to reach out, squinting through his reading glasses as he said aloud,

"Do not try to catch me; you won't. Do not try to stop me; you can't. Do not try to save them; you shouldn't. What has become of them, and what will become of them, is what they deserve. They will repent for their wrongs."

Hotch looked around at the agents at the table, saying shortly,

"Let's start with this. What can you gather from the note?"

"There's more killings to come. It says, 'and what will become of them.'" J.J. offered.

"The UnSub feels wronged in some way by these people. It's a hate crime or a vendetta of some sort." Prentiss spoke up as well.

"This UnSub is also trying to distance himself from the crimes…" Reid said softly, his brows furrowing. "He says, 'They will repent for their wrongs', and, 'It is what they deserve.' And also, the first two lines, the words 'won't' and 'can't' symbolize concrete structures, unbreakable, infallible, the UnSub believes himself unable to be foiled. But when the note comes to 'Do not try to save them; you shouldn't,' it seems like this UnSub already knows that people are going to be trying to save the people he wants to kill. Like he's stressing the fact that we should stay out of his way…"

And then Gideon spoke up, silencing the room.

"This UnSub is female."

"How do you gather that?" Hotch asked, watching Gideon closely, but Gideon shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"No man would worry about who was trying to save his victims; nor would he worry about trying to scare them off or warn them not to get involved. This woman is set in what she's going to do, and she's not going to stop killing until she's done. I'd bet she's got a list of people in her head, and as she kills, she's just ticking off names."

Gideon lapsed into silence, giving everyone a few moments to think that over before Hotch finally stood up, dragging everyone's eyes toward him as he said shortly,

"Wheels up in twenty," and moved over to the already open door, exiting the room.

Then they sat in silence again before Gideon got up and exited the room as well, and slowly but surely agents kept filing out of the room until only Reid and Morgan were left. Morgan had something on the desk and seemed to be concentrating really hard on it, a pen held in his hand that he'd tap against the table every so often. Shaking his head, Reid finally decided that he needed to get everything ready to go and stood up, drawing Morgan's attention. And Reid wasn't completely surprised when Morgan's voice stopped him, saying quickly,

"Hey, man, before you go. Gimme an eight letter word for 'unenlightened.'"

Sighing slightly, Reid blinked, searching through his brain for the answer. It, of course, wasn't all that hard, and a few seconds later, Reid glanced at Morgan as he said,

"Ignorant."

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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself -- that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - Jacques Rigaut

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A/N : Alright, here's a new story, just like I've promised. Please review and tell me if you think it'll be alright or not, and remember, if you have any ideas, challenges, requests, anything; I'm game. Just send me a shout out or something and I'll get back to you as soon as possible with whatever it is you might throw my way. ^_^ Thanks again for reading another one of my stories, and I hope to update soon.