The team was in the conference room, where Garcia was presenting a case. They were all called in at 4:30 in the morning. The case was a serial, in a small town in Georgia. Three men were found dead, all within two days of each other. Another had just been reported missing, and the FBI was finally being made aware of the case. So, Garcia called the team in immediately, knowing their time to find the Unsub was slim and growing more so with each passing minute.

Each man was taken out of their homes while they were sleeping. The first man was Nathan Peterson, age 27. The next man was Hunter Madison, age 36. The most recent man was Samuel Green, age 31. The guy who had just gone missing was Lucas Nielson, age24.

The team was frustrated that the local police had waited so long to call them in. The first three men had all gone missing and had died in a week's time. Garcia flipped through the crime scene photos on the projector. "Nathan Peterson, the first victim had abrasions on their forearms and lags. These marked are consistent in all of the victims." Garcia said.

The team flipped though their case files. "The wounds are consistent with self-defense. Could be that they had the chance to fight their attacker. Garcia, did the ME find any DNA under the victim's fingernails? JJ asked. "See, that's the weird thing. No DNA was found at all, anywhere on the body."

"That's odd." Kate said. "Maybe the wounds on the victim's arms and legs weren't from-"Kate was cut off by a knock at the closed conference room door. "Come in." Hotch called out.

To everyone's surprise, Anderson and Cruz walked in, followed by to police officers. Everyone around the round table stood up, wondering what was going on. Cruz stepped forward towards Hotch. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but these officers need to speak with JJ."

Everyone turned towards JJ. "What's going on Matt?" Cruz looked at JJ, dreading what was coming next. "JJ, can you please come with me?" JJ quickly complied, and followed Cruz and the officers out of the conference room.

The rest of the team stood there, confused. "What do you think that was about?" asked Morgan. "I have no idea." Hotch answered.

The team looked out of the windows of the conference room into the bullpen. They could see JJ still following Cruz, until he stopped and turned to face her. You didn't have to be a profiler to see the look of dread on his face.

The team instantly knew that the news wasn't good. They watched as Cruz spoke to JJ. He motioned to the chair beside her. It looked like he was telling her to sit down. The team wasn't surprised when she shook her head, refusing to do so. JJ was stubborn, even Kate had figured that out by now.

They watched as Cruz took a deep breath, and motioned to the officers. JJ turned toward them and they began to talk. Each member of the team closely watched JJ's face for a hint as to what was going on.

The longer the officers were talking, the more JJ tensed. She stared panicking, shaking her head back and forth vigorously and took a step away from the officers. Cruz stepped toward her and put a hand on her shoulder. He spoke to JJ, trying to calm her.

However, whatever he said upset her more, and her hand covered he mouth, choking back a sob. She backed away and ran to the nearest trash can, violently throwing up.