Joseph Conrad said, "the belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness."

The group parked outside of the Virginia Airport, where the private jet was waiting for them. 

[Y/N] walked in front of Reid, holding her to go bag. While [Y/N] had an official badge attached to their coat, Reid wore a blue jacket with the words, FBI printed in yellow on the back and the sleeves of the coat. He didn't exactly have a badge that he wore. The director walked beside Aaron.

"This girl may only have 36 hours to live. We're not asking for a judgment of Gideon. We want an assessment. We want to know you're there to step in if he can't perform. Are we clear?" The director asked as she stopped by the stairs. Aaron turned to face her. He nodded his head.

"Of course." He said. [Y/N] and Spencer watched silently, [Y/N] from the entrance and Spencer from the stairs as they gaged the conversation between Hotch and the director. [Y/N] looked at Spencer and shrugged slightly as she walked down the isle of the jet and found a seat. Spencer walked down the isle and took his seat beside [Y/N], smiling at her as he did.

They were reviewing the information while they were flying on the jet, trying to figure out what this killer might be doing with the bodies before he dumped them. Trying to figure out the killer's signature and M.O. [Y/N] twisted her bottom lip as she looked down at the information in the manila folders.

"His first victim was 26-year-old Melissa Kirsh," [Y/N] said, looking at the picture of the first victim of the killer. "Stab wounds, strangulation." She said. Morgan waved his hand slightly.

"Wait, wait. Back up. Back up. He stabbed her... And then strangled her to finish her off?" Morgan asked in confusion. Gideon looked at Morgan.

"Other way around." Gideon said. He looked at the two youngest members of the FBI. [Y/N] and Spencer were not only the youngest members ever in the FBI of the BAU, both being 20, Spencer a year older than [Y/N] was, they had both applied for a job at the BAU and took their trainings together. "Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?" Gideon asked. Spencer looked up at the others.

"Strangulation with your bare hands is not as easy as one would believe. He tried, probably found that it took too long," Spencer said. This boy was absolutely full of random facts about literally everything, specifically disturbing facts about murderers and serial killers.

"So he stabbed her instead." [Y/N] said, looking at the picture. Aaron nodded. [Y/N] looked up at the other profilers.

"And realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood." Aaron said. Morgan nodded.

"Next time, our boy's got a method- the belt." He said. [Y/N] nodded and sighed, rubbing her finger against her bottom lip. This was a habit she had developed when she were thinking about something. Spencer looked over at [Y/N]. He knew the signs of one of his best friends.

"Hey," [Y/N] looked up, pausing the rubbing of her finger. "What are you thinking about?" Spencer asked. [Y/N] sighed and shrugged.

"Well, he's learning, perfecting his scenario. Becoming a better killer." [Y/N] said.

~~~~

The overhead light swung from side to side. In a cage, was Heather Woodland. Blindfolded and gagged. Her wrists were left unbound. Her head and her hands were bloodied. She reached for the tape that was blindfolding her.

"What did I tell you about the tape?" A dark voice demanded. Heather flinched and she started whimpering. She was breathing heavily. The man banged on the top of the cage, startling Heather and causing her to start crying.

"Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Heather shouted. The man unlocked the lock and took off the chains from around the door. Heather started muttering and waving her hand, trying to defend herself. The man grabbed her hand. When she tried to shove his hand away from her wrist, he grabbed her other wrist. Heather started to sob more, fearing for her life. The man took off a pair of nail clippers from his belt and started clipping her nails. The cuticles around her nails were bleeding.

~~~~~

The group landed in Seattle heading towards the F.B.I. Northwest Field Office. Morgan opened the glass doors for the others as they walked in. After running their bags through security, they made their way to where they would be stationed for trying to find Heather. Reid walked to the left of Morgan and [Y/N] walked to the right of the man. All three of them had developed a strong relationship after the years of being together on cases. Morgan gently tapped Reid on the side of the arm. The younger male looked at his friend.

"He never stands with his back to a window. When I was between him and a doorway, he asked me to move." He said. [Y/N] looked at her friend.

"That's hyper vigilance." She said. Reid nodded.

"It's not uncommon in post traumatic stress disorder." Reid said. They stopped walking and Hotch stopped behind them. Morgan scoffed.

"Just how much disorder are we talking about?" Morgan asked. [Y/N] sighed. She knew that Gideon had been through a lot when he had taken leave for medical reasons. Hotch looked at Morgan.

"Morgan, it's been 6 months. Everything's ok." Hotch said. The group made their way into the main room where the rest of the Seattle F.B.I. agents of Seattle were. "This is Special Agent Gideon, Special Agent Morgan, Special Agent Garcia, our experts on obsessional crimes, Special Agent Reid." Hotch introduced. [Y/N] looked over at Hotch.

"Dr. Reid." She corrected. She knew that Reid liked to be called Dr. instead of Special Agent. Hotch nodded his head.

"Dr. Reid, our expert on... Well, everything." Hotchner said. "And after 2 years busting my butt in this office, I hope you all remember me." Hotchner said, earning a laugh from everyone in the room. Gideon had his glasses on again and he was looking at the map that the F.B.I. officers had put up. This map allowed them to guess where the hunting ground was for the serial killers they chased after. They could also use the map to pinpoint where the seral killers felt most comfortable in for hunting.

"He's willing to travel with the body." Gideon said, looking at the different boards that were up for the BAU.

"Then he drives a vehicle capable of concealing one." Hotchner said.

"1 in 7.4 drivers in Seattle owns an SUV." Reid said, giving facts on the car that the Unsub might be driving.

"Explorer with tinted windows." [Y/N] said.

"Explorers rate higher with women." Reid said. [Y/N] looked at the photos of the different victims that the killer had gotten to so far, trying to see what the killer's type was.

"But how do we know it's his car?" Morgan asked. "Ted Bundy drove a VW Bug." He said.

"What about a Jeep Cherokee?" Hotchner asked. [Y/N] looked at Hotchner.

"Jeep's are more masculine." She said. Gideon turned and faced the room of people.

"We all know how an unsub feels about asserting his masculinity." Gideon said. More often then not, most serial killers felt the need to assert their dominance, whether the killer be a man or a woman. Hence why some, if they had a vehicle, drove a car that was more likely to be masculine, depending on what type they hunted, male or female. Hotchner looked at the F.B.I. chief.

"When did the bureau become involved in the case?" Hotchner asked.

"After the fourth body. He dumped that one out of state." The chief said.

"On purpose." Hotchner said, crossing his arms. [Y/N] nodded. She looked at Reid.

"If so, knowledge of law enforcement does suggest a criminal record." She said. Reid nodded, agreeing with what his friend said. Morgan shrugged.

"Or that he watches television. May I?" Morgan asked, holding his hand out for a pink folder that the chief was holding. After handing the folder to Morgan, the chief looked at Hotch.

"So you wanna see our suspect list?"

"No, we won't look at a suspect list until after we come up with a profile. It keeps our perspective unbiased." Hotchner said, looking at the chief.

"When do we sit down with your task force?" Gideon asked.

"4:00." The chief said. [Y/N] looked at the man like he had two heads.

"An accurate profile by 4:00 today?" She asked.

"That's not a problem." Gideon said, walking past the others. Hotch followed.

"Agent Gideon, where would you like to start?" Hotch asked. Gideon looked at Hotch then pointed to the site of the latest murder.

"Let's start at the site of the last murder." Gideon said. 

~~~~~

The group was at the site of the last murder. It was underneath a bridge. The underneath of the bridge was pretty dirty. An SPD officer looked at [Y/N] and Morgan.

"So that's Gideon?" The officer asked. "The Gideon." The officer said. Morgan sighed and nodded, looking around at the dump site. The officer scoffed, a smile on his face. "The one who caught that guy, Adrian Baal, in Boston."

"Yep. That's him." Morgan said. The officer was smiling and shaking his head, slightly in shock that he was in the presence of one of the most legendary profilers the FBI had every seen.

"But catching him cost us 6 agents." Morgan said. The officer stopped smiling. Gideon walked forward, scanning the area. Morgan walked up to Gideon.

"22-year-old Anne Cushing was found right here. Nails clipped just like the others." He said. "He wants them to fight back." Morgan said, realizing why their nails were clipped.

"But not enough to hurt him." Gideon said. He looked down at the picture of Anne Cushing. The belt the killer had used to strangle Anne was still around her neck. "And he left the belt around her neck." Gideon said. He handed the photo to Morgan. "He's probably in his early 20's." Gideon concluded. Morgan looked at him in confusion.

"What's your reasoning?" Morgan asked. Gideon turned from Morgan and observed the area they were in.

"Youthful arrogance." Gideon said bluntly. Morgan sighed, looking up from the picture.

"He clothed the body before dumping it." Morgan said, clearly not understanding Gideon's reasoning. Gideon walked over to Morgan.

"That's a sign of remorse." Gideon said. Morgan shook his head.

"It's not consistent. Look where we are." He said, gesturing to the area around them. "His opinion of women is pretty clear, don't you think?" Morgan asked. Gideon looked up.

"They're disposable." Gideon said, further explaining the reasoning behind the killer's decision to dump Anne's body under the bridge. Morgan sighed.

"Why show remorse by taking the time to dress her but then dump her here?"