Hello again!

After months of craziness, I have FINALLY found time to write. I'm so excited!

Due to popular demand (and my own) I have decided to write this, a sequel to Copycat. If you haven't read Copycat, I would suggest reading it just so you know what's up with Reid. I think that this one is going to be a winner, even though the sequel is never as good as the original.

So, without further ado, I present SUPERHEROES!

Enjoy!

"The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery." ~ Allen Klein

Reid looked at himself in the mirror. His black eye was more of a greenish gray now, emphasized by the black circles that still showed under his eyes. His broken arm was still in the sling. He had been allowed to loose the can, but he still wore a brace on his leg. The bruise on his cheek had cleared up weeks ago.

He ran a hand through his hair before turning away. He took a deep breath and stepped form the solitude of the bathroom to the hustle and bustle of the Quantico BAU department. A few weeks ago, a trip to the bathroom would have had someone in to check on him if he was more than two minutes. They had started to calm down, though, and now he was allowed a whole three minutes before there was a knock on the door.

Reid had taken about three minutes and ten seconds and, sure enough, Morgan was casually walking in the direction of the bathroom as Reid left it. Of course, Morgan slyly changed direction and went to the water fountain instead.

Reid shook his head and went back to his desk. He had just sat down when Hotch emerged from his office. One look had the entire team heading for the conference room.

"Five school children have gone missing in Atlanta, Georgia. All of them were blonde girls of age nine. None of them go to the same elementary school."

The team was on the plan to Atlanta already. They were reviewing the case. Again.

"We know Hotch, it's just that we can't really do anything until we're there," Morgan pointed out.

Reid leaned back in his chair, practicing a new card trick. Prentiss was looking over the case file, but didn't seem to be making much progress. JJ was preparing notes for the press conference she knew she would have to give. Rossi was leaning with his elbows on the table.

"They haven't found any of the girls or learned anything from the witnesses at the scene?"

Hotch shook his head. "No one saw anything."

"How can they not see anything?" JJ asked, pausing in her writing. "With how many people are at a school at any one time, you would think that someone would have seen a little girl being taken. Don't they make sure elementary kids always go home with the right adult now a days?" JJ still seemed to have faith in people, even thought this sort of kidnapping happened all the time.

71% of child abductions by complete stranger, 40% killed, 4% never found, 46% sexually assaulted… Reid's mind continued to churn out statistics as he listened to the rest of the conversation.

"The problem is that there are so many people, JJ," Morgan tried to explain. "It's virtually impossible for teachers to keep an eye on all of the children. Besides, it could be that they were taken by someone that they had learned to trust. If the girls trusted the unsub, they would go without making a scene. The teachers would think nothing of it. Some of these kidnappings could have occurred as the children were walking home. No one can pinpoint an exact time each girl went missing."

"What can you give on statistics, Reid?" Hotch asked.

"Well, 797,500 children younger than eighteen are reported missing each year so about 2,185 each day. 203,900 of these yearly abductions are by family members, 58,200 by non-family members, and 115 are your stereotypical kidnappings."

Puzzled looks greeted Reid when he glanced up.

"Stereotypical meaning someone the child doesn't know or only an acquaintance kidnaps the child, transports them fifty miles or more, then either kills them, demands ransom, or keeps the child permanently."

"So which do you think our unsub is?"

Reid studied his card as he considered the case. "I would say a non-family member who knows the girls well enough to not cause a fuss."

"So, I guess we've got half a profile," Morgan grinned at Hotch.

Detective Harding met the team as they entered the Atlanta PD. "It's been a while," she said as she shook Hotch's hand.

"I wish we were seeing each other again on different circumstances," Hotch said.

"Yes," she agreed sadly. She led the team deeper into the police station. "The parents are on their way in. I've already got the conference room filled with the evidence. Sorry, there isn't much."

Harding wasn't lying. The table had one box on it, containing a single backpack. The name on the tag was Sara.

"She was the first to be taken," Rossi said, looking at his packet of papers. "Nine years old. Usually is picked up by her grandma, but once a week walks home and that was the day it happened."

"So our unsub had at least some idea of when a good time to be to snatch her." Morgan sat down and leaned back in a chair.

"That or he was just extremely lucky," Prentiss pointed out. "This was his first, and he left evidence behind. He could have been surprised to see her walking all alone, freaked, and grabbed her."

Hotch nodded as he considered this point. He was about to say something when Harding came in. "The parents are here."

Sooo... What'd ya think? Review people! Give me ideas! Constructive Critisism! What ever!

Sorry that this chapter was short, it just felt like it needed to end there, you know what I mean?

It's also extremely late and I need to get to bed...

Hope to hear from somebody soon!

~MyDarkAngel710