A/N: I'm sorry for the delay! I've been sick and suffering minor writer's block! This chapter is the longest so far and probably the most descriptive! I thought the last one was basically a drabble so I felt I had to make up for it somehow... I hope you enjoy it! ~KQ

'Distrust, it's venom inside of me. I am not the man that you see…' ~All That Remains-Forever In Your Hands

The sinister man cut delicately up the decaying arm, leaving only a thin line that trialed after his scalpel. From the shoulder to the pinkie finger, he cut. Carefully, he set his tool on the metal table, adrenaline rushing, he wanted to laugh like a girl at how much he felt like a real live doctor. He put his gloved fingers under the small layer of skin and peeled it up and off the flesh it struggled to cling to.

"Practice makes perfect," He sang to himself from the depths of his basement/operating room. "And perfect I shall be!" He held up what was left of his prize and smiled to himself, he was one step closer to being the person he knew God had meant him to be.

Already two hours had past on the flight and starting an early morning with a plane ride from Virginia to Texas could be either pleasing or incredibly irritable. For Coye it was rather pleasing, there's nothing like waking up in your co-workers home, almost bashing his head in with a lamp and then being welcomed, afterward, to a nice, home-cooked breakfast. Besides, the sun was rising and Coye was getting to see it, for the first time, from the point-of-view of God, and it was amazing. She had taken a plane from Germany but she slept through half of the flight and it was nighttime when they had landed.

"Coye," Morgan called. Coye looked over her shoulder, "You sleep well?" He joked, sitting down at the table with her. He looked tired himself. Morgan had been up all night drinking and, unlike Coye, didn't get to sleep until late after he helped get Coye over to Reid's house. A hangover plus little sleep equaled a wonderful case.

Coye smiled and decided to tease, "In fact, I did. Rohypnol does a lot for an Insomniac."

"You have Insomnia?" Morgan asked.

Coye froze, "No, no, I don't. I was only kidding!"

Morgan looked confused by her worried tone, "Coye, if you have Insomnia it's not the end of the world."

"I don't have Insomnia." Coye stated firmly.

Morgan threw up his hands, "Alright, chill!" Derek glanced over at Elle who gave him a questioning look. Morgan shrugged; he didn't know why she'd want to hide something like that. "Well," Morgan moved towards another subject, "It looks like you did a number on Reid."

Coye looked over to her sleeping friend, "Yeah, I tried to hit him with a lamp."

Morgan laughed, "I heard about that."

"I thought I had been kidnapped or something."

"And your reaction is to hit your attacker with a lamp?" Morgan asked.

Coye shrugged, "I dunno, I was improvising…" She said with a small smile.

"Lucky he didn't leave you alone in the room with a gun."

Coye blinked, "Gott sei dank! I would have killed him!" She leaned forward and buried her face in her hands.

Morgan chuckled, "Would have? Don't you mean could?"

"No sir," Madeline smiled innocently and peeked through her hands, "I do not miss."

"That's a bit of a scary thought." Reid said as he sat up.

"You're awake?" Coye exclaimed.

"It isn't that easy to sleep when you two are talking about killing me…"

Morgan chuckled under a yawn and patted her head as he stood, "Well, I'm gonna catch a nap before we land or else I never will."

Coye tried her best to smile and shift her thoughts in a positive direction, "Süβe Trӓume, mein Freund." She spoke in a fine and soft German accent.

Reid sat up, "It seems like you're feeling better?"

Coye pulled her knees to her chest, "As good as I'll get. Rough night, you know?"

"Yeah," Reid spoke and sat down across from her, "Uh, Coye?"

Her green eyes looked up at him, "Yes?"

"You were born in Germany, right?"

Madeline blinked, "What do you mean?" Her voice turned defensive.

"I just mean 'Coye' isn't a, uh, a common German last name. I was just wondering…"

"I came from a small family that lived in a small city called Munich." Coye put down her knees and stiffened her posture, "That's all, verstehst?"

"Understood," Reid answered quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"What makes you think I'm upset?"

"I just…"

"Everyone," Hotch spoke, "We'll be landing soon. Be ready to get off and head out quickly, there may have already been another murder."

"No pressure." Elle said under her breath.

"No sleep." Morgan sighed in annoyance.

"No kidding." JJ added.

In no time at all JJ had introduced the team to the Chief of Police, had Garcia do a background check on the two girls and look for any recent missing girls in the area. But with three dead girls in a weeks' time can make people work quickly to catch the bad guy. Coye and Reid had bee paired to find the relation of the girls while Morgan and Gideon were stationed at the dumpsite where another body had been found.

"Odd," Madeline spoke as she looked at the photo of the two dead girls, "Theresa has blue eyes. That's uncommon for a Mexican woman. And Jocelyn has green eyes."

"That's true, but that doesn't…"

"Give us a connection. I know, that's my problem, I haven't found it yet."

"What do you think this guy is doing with the body parts?" JJ asked as she walked in on the two.

"It could be a number of things, actually." Coye stated.

"Cannibalism, torture, trophies, dissection…" Reid ranted.

"Okay," JJ stopped him, "I get it, a number of things."

"I would rule out torture and trophies. If it was either it would have been smaller. This is too quick and easy for someone with those intentions."

"Possibly dissection as well," Reid added, "It would be pointless to cut off the body part as a whole."

"So, it's cannibalism then?" JJ prodded.

"He's only cutting off the body parts and he may be disposing of them in a way we haven't discovered yet." Coye said.

Reid agreed, "So, there's really no way to tell if he's eating them or not."

JJ handed Reid a handful of photos, "Here's a few pictures of the latest murder. Another Mexican young girl, she looks to be 24 to 28. She was decapitated and hasn't been identified yet."

"We know that he's after Mexican girls." Coye pointed out, "We could warn the public with that information."

"That's over half of Texas, we should narrow down the search first." JJ added.

Coye slid her finger over one of the pictures, "No lacerations, no other cuts, no signs of suffocation, like the others, so I would say they bled to death. There are a few bruises but that could prove he's restraining them. And the biopsy report on both girls said that there's residue of alcohol near and around the place where the parts were cut off." Coye recited.

"Yeah, I remember that." Reid responded. "He's restraining them which could mean he wants control."

"And all of the girls were left in shallow graves but look," Coye pointed, "All of the girls were placed neatly and delicately on the ground, their clothes look clean—no blood stains."

"You're right, they actually look… washed." Reid agreed, "A sigh of remorse?"

"That would be my best guess."

"But I'm still at a loss as to why we haven't found the body pieces."

"Maybe he's keeping the parts?" Coye suggested, "He didn't take the same body piece from either girl."

JJ steeped forward, "Why would he keep the parts?"

"Maybe he's making a doll." Coye joked. JJ glanced at her, not finding it funny.

"How is this guy getting the girls alone? Theresa was out with a group of friends and Jocelyn was at a park with her two sisters. A murderer can't be that attractive."

"Actually, most serial killers are very good at staying calm and charming, giving the women a sense of security. He probably has a job where he deals with people daily like a counselor or a retailer."

"He may also be a clean-cut person," Coye added, "Someone that wouldn't make you weary at first glance."

"That sounds like a profile, I'm going to go set up a press meeting now. Call me if you guys get anything." Reid nodded.

Suddenly, Coye's phone rang. "Hello?"

"You're gonna love this, my new little friend." Garcia spoke mischievously into her headset. Reid signaled for Madeline to put her on speaker and Coye fondled the phone for its invisible button.

"No, Madeline, it's here." JJ said, directing her to the button on the side of the cellular phone.

"They have buttons there too?"

Garcia laughed, "Silly mortals!" Madeline blinked at the phone in her hands and looked to JJ who gestured to just let her be insane on her own. "Okay, I searched for missing girls in the area and, let me tell you, there is a major list. So narrowing that down could take awhile."

"Alright, any good news?" JJ asked.

Garcia smiled, "But of course! Listen to this, guys. Theresa Gaona and Jocelyn Gonzalez are both the same height, hair color, and they are both very close in age. But there is something else they have in common, no tattoos, no pierced ears or other areas of the body, and, wait for it, the live on the same street!"

JJ looked to Reid, "That could be a connection."

"This calls for a house visit." Coye spoke, "Danke schön, Garcia!"

Before Coye had a chance to knock on Theresa Gaona's door it was opened by a small child. Coye bent down to the girl's height, "Are your parents home?"

"¿Qué?" she asked.

"¿Está tu madre en casa, por favor?" Coye changed her language quickly to the young girl's understanding.

She nodded and turned around, "Mama!" Not soon after an older and taller woman came to the door and shooed her daughter away.

"Do you speak English, miss?" Coye asked.

The woman nodded, "Yes, I do." She looked around to the other agents, "You are here about my daughter, Theresa, no?"

"You are Ms. Diana Gaona?" Coye asked. The woman nodded.

Elle stepped forward, "Yes, I'm agent Greenaway, FBI. And this is Doctor Reid and Coye. If it's alright with you we'd like to ask you a few questions about Theresa before she died."

"May we come in?" Reid asked.

"I have children inside."

"We can talk out here if you would prefer that." Madeline suggested. The woman nodded and stepped outside her front door.

"Did Theresa know this girl?" Elle asked as she held up a photo.

"Is that Jocelyn? Yes, Theresa knew her. They were friends. She was over here all the time."

"Was she a good influence on Theresa? Keeping out of trouble?"

"No, Jocelyn is a good girl. But she has not been here since Theresa went missing. I thought, maybe, they ran away together until…" Tears filled Ms. Gaona's eyes, "No, Jocelyn would never hurt Theresa!"

"Diana," Coye touched her shoulder, "Jocelyn was found dead two days ago."

"What? No!" She howled, "How? Where did they find her?"

"She was found near where your daughter's body was found." Elle stated, "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt them?"

Diana shook her head, "No, no, no! Theresa and Jocelyn were friends with everybody. Everyone liked them!" She sobbed, "Everyone…"

Coye helped Diana to sit down on the steps, "Ms. Gaona, I know things have been very hard for you lately but we could really use your help in solving this case." She looked up to Reid and nodded. Reid bent down to level with her, "Is there anyone new that Theresa met recently? Or anyone around that has acted suspicious to you?"

Diana sniffled, "Mason, a man who lives down the street. I have caught him… spying before in Theresa's bedroom. So have the other neighbors."

"Has he done this while Jocelyn was over as well?" Coye asked. Diana nodded a yes as she wiped her eyes.

"Where did you say this man lived?" Elle asked.

"Morgan?" Hotch spoke into his phone.

"Hotch, this girl's been dead no more than a day. He's working fast."

"It's been a week and we already have three bodies, I know he's working fast."

"Hotch," Morgan spoke, "He may already have another girl with him."

"Which means she could be dead soon, thanks Morgan." Hotch shut his phone.

"Hotch," Elle called as they walked into the conference room, "We talked with Theresa's mom and she told us about a Peeping Tom named Mason Anderson that lives down the street. He would spy on both Theresa and Jocelyn when she was over at the house. Jocelyn only lived to houses down from her, its possible this is our guy."

Hotch nodded, "Did you have Garcia do a background check on the guy?"

"Coye's already on it."

"Guys," Coye spoke from behind Elle, "Garcia says the guy is a registered sex offender and drug dealer. He just got out of jail six months ago after a twenty year sentence. He was let out early for good behavior."

"Not good enough," Elle murmured.

"Let's head over to his house." Hotch instructed.

"But we don't know if this is our guy." Elle protested.

"We still might be able to get something out of him." Hotch spoke as he walked out of the room.

"Shotgun!" Coye yelled as they walked outside the building.

"Don't you think that's a bit childish, Coye?" Hotch asked.

"You're just jealous because I'm riding in the passengers' seat." Coye said as she opened the door.

"Coye, I'm the one driving." Hotch said with a sigh, "How old are you?"

"Old enough to ride front seat!" Coye said with enthusiasm although she avoided really answering the question.

Elle rubbed her forehead as she shut her cell phone, "That was Morgan, he and Gideon are going to stay at the dumpsite in case our Unsub decides to show."

"Sounds like a plan," Hotch said as he put the car into Reverse.

"Mister Manson Anderson, I'm Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. Would you please open the door? I'd like to ask you a few questions." Hotch spoke loudly, gun drawn.

"Oh yeah, if I was a registered sex offender I'd be sure to open my door to that greeting." Coye said with sarcasm, "How about I just kick the damn door down?"

"We don't have probable cause." Elle corrected.

"Is this probable cause?" A voice spoke just passed Hotch. To his left Mason stood holding a semi-automatic revolver.

"Move!" Coye shouted as she pushed passed Hotch and Elle. Mason began to raise his gun but Madeline grabbed his hand and snapped it behind his back, kicked his feet out from under him and jumped onto his back. Coye took his gun away, "Dummkopf didn't take it off safety."

"From what I just witnessed I don't think it would have mattered either way." Reid said in awe.

Reid, Elle and Coye looked through the two-way mirror at Mr. Anderson who sat quietly at the table with his hands cuffed behind his back, still not sure why exactly he had been brought into the Police Station.

"This doesn't feel right to me, our Unsub is supposed to make people feel safe. This guy does the exact opposite." Coye spoke. "He's a convicted felon; I don't think he could lure anyone away from a group."

Elle huffed, "Let's wait and see what Hotch gets out of him."

Hotch stepped into the Interrogation room alone with Manson. He held a folder in his hands.

"Mr. Anderson, have you been read your rights?" Hotch asked.

"The hell am I doing here?" Mason spat.

"You've denied a lawyer, is that right?"

"I didn't do nothin'."

"I'm sure; I'm going to ask you a few questions, Mr. Anderson." Hotch took out a photo of Theresa Gaona—post death. "Do you know this girl?"

"That's Theresa, my neighbor, why?"

"And this girl?" Hotch laid out a picture of Jocelyn Gonzalez.

"Uh, her name's… Janice or somethin'." Mason muttered. "What the hell is this about?"

"Mason," Hotch took out a few more photos, "Do you recognize them now?" Pictures of the scene of the crimes were laid out before Mason. He glanced at them with awe.

"No, no, man. I-I don't know anythin' about that!" Mason declared.

"Mason," Hotch spoke louder, "There have been three murders and you're telling me you didn't hear anything about it?"

"Y-yeah, man, I don't watch TV! I've been busy!"

"Doing what? Killing women?"

"What? No! You think I did that!"

"Where were you yesterday?" Hotch spoke calmer but with a force.

"I-I was out…"

"Out where?"

"At-at-at a strip club…" Mason stuttered an answer without looking at Aaron.

"Do you have proof of that?"

"I got a receipt in my pocket, for drinks and stuff…"

"Pull it out." Hotch ordered. Mason struggled to pull out the crumpled receipt from his back left pocket while he was still cuffed.

"Here." Hotch walked behind him and grabbed the piece of paper and then proceeded to walk out of the room.

Hotch walked over to his teammates, "What do you guys think?"

"He's not our guy." Coye stated.

"As far as we know he's got an alibi, number one." Elle explained, "Number two, he doesn't fit the profile."

"Agreed," Hotch spoke. "Has JJ done a press conference yet?"

"She just finished." Reid answered.

Reid's phone suddenly rang. He put it on speaker, "You got me, Hotch, Coye and Elle."

"Alright," Garcia chirped, "Since the murders have been recent I narrowed down the list to missing women, ages 20 to 30, in the past month and I have a total of six. And the last was reported only a few hours ago."

"Of Spanish decent?" Coye asked.

"You betcha." Garcia clarified.

"Good work, Garcia, send that list to us." Hotch spoke.

"Thank you, sir, already on it!"

Reid opened the text message, "Gracie Guatehalla. Age 25, she was reported missing four hours ago."

"And the Unsub's working fast," Elle said.

Hotch nodded, "Call Morgan and Gideon, tell them to keep an eye open. After that call in Gracie's family, see if there's anything they can tell us."

"On it," Elle replied as she took out her phone.

"Reid, Coye, go back to the evidence, see if there's anything you can get from the photos. Have Garcia find out where Gracie lives, murderers usually kill close to home."

"Yes sir." Coye answered who also took out her phone to dial Garcia's number.

'Try to find out what makes you tick as I lie down sore and sick… Do you like that?' ~Diary of Jane-Breaking Benjamin