Hotch sat back in his chair and sighed in frustration. Eight men had been left dead right outside the BAU in the last two weeks and with no witnesses and no CCTV footage the case was looking hopeless.

The team had profiled that the Un-Sub was a white male between the ages of 20 and 30 years old, methodical and organised with a preference for white brunette males. Their theory had been that the men represented a figure from the Un-Subs past, perhaps an uncle or father figure. The bodies had the ring finger removed and had been suffocated most likely with a plastic bag, and each had one word carved into their chest.

Eight bodies and not so much as a fingerprint to pin the killer down, this guy was taunting them and Hotch was getting more frustrated with each day he was still out their killing. With a sigh he got up from his chair and went to the conference room to peruse the meagre evidence which had been collected once again. This guy had to have gone wrong somewhere, it was just spotting where.

Hotch was not surprised to see Reid studying the map detailing the locations the victims had been abducted and later dumped, the kid had been working tirelessly for the past two weeks, Hotch had been forced to order him home more than once over the course of this case, last night being no exception and the kid couldn't possibly have had more than a few hours considering he had left at one in the morning and was back again at six armed with a mug of very strong and sugary coffee.

Reid scanned the map in front of him, reached for a red marker and began to connect the points marked out before him, as the lines were formed he shaded the area captured within them, somewhere in this area lived a killer, he sipped his coffee and jumped at the sound of someone entering the room, he gasped at the sensation of hot coffee spilling down his shirt and cursed quietly as a dark brown stain settled into his clothing.

He reached for a handkerchief and greeted Hotch with a sheepish smile as he tried in vain to remove the coffee from his shirt. "What are you doing back so early" Hotch enquired sternly as a father would speak to his son having caught him sneaking downstairs after bedtime. "Well I realised after I went home last night that the victims were taken from locations which form an arc around the west side of the BAU and if you draw lines from the abduction sites to the BAU building they all meet at one certain point on this map, a disused warehouse owned by one David Lister." "Have you had Garcia look into his background?" "No I'll call her after I've changed this shirt" Reid exclaimed shivering at the now cold coffee patch in the centre of his torso, Hotch nodded and left, silently hoping that this was the break-through the team needed.

"Garcia here, speak o'fortunate one" "Garcia it's Reid, I need you to give me everything you've got on a Mr David Lister", "Ok David Lister, moved to Quantico 6 months ago after his father died leaving him a hefty inheritance including a warehouse which hasn't been used in years. Looks like Davey didn't have the happiest of childhoods, he bounced from foster home to foster home after his moms death twenty years ago in a car accident, his father was injured and blamed himself for the accident apparently neglecting the kid and beating him. Social services intervened after his father apparently tore the boys ring finger off and tried to suffocate him in order to 'prevent him from ever getting hurt', the boys finger couldn't be put back." "Ok thanks Garcia I think that's enough to warrant bringing him in." "His address has just been sent your way Junior G-man", "thanks Garcia".

Two hours later the FBI's SUVs were screeching up too Mr Lister's house, Reid, Morgan, Hotch and Prentiss approached the house with guns at the ready, "David Lister FBI! Come out with your hands up!" Morgan yelled through the door, the team waited a moment for any answer and upon receiving none Morgan kicked the door in allowing Hotch to pass him and head up the stairs, Prentiss proceeded past the staircase and into the sitting room, Morgan approached what appeared to be a laundry room and Reid went down a set of concrete steps into the basement.

Reid's heart was racing as he looked for Mr Lister; he heard shouts of clear coming from different directions and listened intently for any sign of Mr Lister. He heard shuffling coming from the other side of a door over in the left hand corner past a few shelves lined with wine bottles and empty paint cans. He approached the door slowly and carefully trying not to let his nerves get the better of him, "Mr Lister?" "This is the FBI, come out slowly with your hands up, we only want to ask you a few questions", Reid heard a shuffle and he reached out slowly taking hold of the door handle and turning it. He pulled the door open to reveal a smallish room with another door to his immediate left which led out to the back of the house; he walked in slowly towards a figure huddled in the corner "Mr Lister?" He took a few more steps forward when he sensed something wasn't right, he started to panic slightly.

A bright flash blinded him for a moment and the once still figure flew forward with a glass bottle in hand and hit Reid hard around the head. He slumped to the floor releasing his gun as the figure stood over him; he tried to get his body to move as he struggled to get his words out. He felt himself being dragged out of the door at the back of the house and was powerless to fight back. The Un-Sub lifted him over a small brick wall and passed him to another man waiting at the other side. "Agent Reid as promised" the first figure said. Reid's eyes went wide with panic as the second man covered his mouth with a cloth, he tried to hold on but the darkness came and he lost consciousness, he didn't feel himself being placed gently into the boot of a car and he didn't hear the engine start as his captor drove right past his team without receiving a second glance.