We've got a serial kill down in New Orleans. 3 of them were at killed before Katrina hit. We got the news saying that the police department believe that the killer died in the storm. Another body was found last night. Same MO, male, throat slashed and eviscerated. Year and half cooling period, and the unsub claims to be since her sent a letter to Willam Lamontagne. The head detective that was in the case died from the storm and now his son his leading the case. We all got into the jet and went to New Orleans. To be honest with you, New Orleans has been one of the places I always wanted to go. One of the amazing perks of work in the BAU, traveling.

On the plane, JJ handed copies of the newspaper articles on the murders, Dating back to early august 2005. It's all we have to go on. He killed 3 times, he stopped for 18 months, Then he started killing again. I went with Hotch to the station while everyone went to the latest crime scene and the coroners office. Hotch went to talk with the other officer on the case while I set up.

"Heres the letter." One officer said to me, I walked up and looked at the computer that he showed me on.

"Thanks." I read it, standing up. Hotch walks in. "Got the letter." I pointed at the wall. Hotch and I looked at it, read it.

"I'm back with a vengeance. I wanted you to know. The last guy made it easy, being out so late, Stumbling home drunk. I enjoyed slicing around his organs. I thought about sending you one." Hotch spoke as Emily and Spencer came in. We both turned to them. "He was asking to be ripped, don't you think, boss? Yours truly."

"To say that the victims were asking to be killed Denies all culpability. Most sexual sadists rationalize their own behavior By blaming the victims like that." Spencer went on.

"But there was no evidence of sexual assault in the autopsy. He could be a homosexual male Stabbing because he needs violence for arousal."

"Every kill he's acting out a fantasy of revenge."

"What if he's trying to act out something else?" I said as i crossed my arms.

"Like what?"

"Except for the victims were men, it's the same M. O." Spencer looks at me.

"What are you talking about?" Emily asked me.

"All 4 victims were found with their throats slashed, eviscerated." Spencer went on to my thought process. "And the murders perpetrated in semi-Public places after dark. Investigators taunted with the letters addressed to boss. The only difference is that case was 100 years ago And the murders took place in London."

"And that leads to the one and only. Jack the ripper." I clapped my hands.

"The unsub wants us to think That he's the modern-Day version loose in New Orleans."

"Pretty much." I sighed.

—

The next day, another kill. Same MO. It was time to give out the profile. We gathered the officers into the station.

"The offender we're looking for is friendly, Agile, somewhere between 30 and 35."

"He'll allure with charm And kill with rage."

"We believe he's murdering men To reclaim his power. This unsub suffers from low self-Esteem, But he probably covers it well."

"He dresses impeccably to feed the facade. Jack the ripper himself Was an impetuous lust murderer." I walked up and imagined the old Jack the Ripper killing the innocents. "Whereas this offender is organized, Calculating. He might even stalk his victims for days Before the actual kill."

"We believe this killer identifies with Jack the ripper Because he's lost his own identity. Maybe through years of child abuse... Or some catastrophic event."

"Because he overcompensates to hide his insecurities, We believe he may hold a position of authority at work."

"And since we think he's had medical training, Consider emts, doctors, veterinarians."

"Please be careful. For this unsub, The french quarter's a hunting ground. He's certainly already proven he knows the terrain." We all broke up. I hope we got this right, because if we didn't, we're gonna see another body tonight.

Emily, Morgan and Spencer are on the jet to go to Texas since there was a familiar case like this down there and they're heading down right now. Gideon, JJ, Hotch and I stayed back. I looked through the papers from the case back in Texas and here. Mu phone was blowing up with the messages that Luke was sending me.

Shes here and shes asking about you.

I texted him back telling him im still on the case and i dont when ill be back. The usual.

"I know that look." I looked up from the papers and saw Hotch handing me a cup of coffee.

"Do you now." I took a sip from my coffee.

"Thats the same look when Hayleys parents come into town." I forgot, i work with profilers. Of course. "Im guessing Lukes parents are in town."

"His mom." I nodded. "Shes a nice lady but..." I shivered. "That woman will give you a look and it'll crush you." I made a fist. "Shes old fashioned, women should stay home and clean and cook while men should go off to work. Luke and I knew that wasn't going to be a road we'll be passing. And now shes asking about me. Which is weird because she never really does."

"Maybe she changed." I hope so. I just nod and took sips from my coffee.

"She's still surprised that Luke hasn't married me, shes been pushing him to do it."

"Do you want to get married?" Tricky question to ask a woman. Yes i do, but at the same time I dont.

"Its a long story for another time." My phone buzzed. It was Morgan. "Que paso guapo?" I sang.

"The unsub is a girl." I frowned. "Dont frown princess. I'll explain. Why do you think these straight men leave their guys night out. What attracts them the most."

"A woman."

"You got it. It'll make him leave every time." Hotch looked at me, trying to figure out whats going on. "Tell Hotch."

"Okay, yeah I will. Tell JJ."

"Got it." We both hung up.

"The unsub is a woman." I flipped my hair to Hotch.

—

I got the news from Hotch earlier this morning that they found another one. I went to warn the team.

"We just found another body in the quarter." I sighed as Emily, Morgan and Reid looked up. "Hotch wants you guys and Gideon at the scene in 5."

"Lets go." Morgan picks his jacket up from the chair and heads out.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a few." I said to Spencer as he got up from his chair.

"I was out with a friend." He said coldly.

"Oh. Thats nice." He just nods and walks away. Oh Spencer... whats going on with you.

—

"There." I flipped my hair out of my shirt and looked at Emily. Undercover type of night. The unsub is gonna strike again.

"You know whats going on with Spencer?" Emily asked as we headed out.

"I have no clue. He's been-"

"Distant." I nodded.

"Cold. I dont know. Nobody seems to care or notice. Do you think its because of Tobias?"

"It can be." We went to the bar, watching every move. We're looking for a woman who will approach men, Comfortable being the aggressor, she'd have to be quite attractive In order to lure them away. Emily went with Gideon and I went with Hotch. We stood by a table, watching for a lonely woman.

"Anything?"

"Nope." I said, popping the p. "Say, jack the ripper started this because he was sexually assaulted by his mother, you think she's doing this because her father did the same?"

"Maybe." We scanned the area. Still nothing. "You know a lot about serial killers."

"As scary as it sounds, growing up i liked reading about them. I found it fascinating." He looks at me. "My dad got me hooked on it.

"Your father worked on the Pablo Escobar case with Pena and Murphy, right?"

"He did. His first ever case on the job. Didnt quit."

"He must be proud."

"He is. Father like daughter." I chuckled. We saw the team huddled together. We made our way to them. "Nobody out in the open."

"Well, the day's almost over, So if you're right, we just ran out of time." Gideon checked his watch. We all took one last glance, and still nothing.

—

"I want you interrogating Tibideaux." Gideon pulls me aside. I saw the man in cuffs, going into the interrogation room. I nodded and headed in with JJ.

"Mr. Tibideaux, we need you to answer a few questions About a disturbance you were involved with in 1998." I said as I closed the door behind me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He sat there with a cocky smile.

"At a bar called Jones. It was mardi gras." JJ told him as she sat down.

"Well, then, I must have been drinking some, 'Cause I don't remember a thing." Imma wipe that smile off his face if I could.

"We just need to know the name of your accuser."

"Look, I told you, I don't know what you're talking about."

"The statute of limitations is up. We just need a name."

"Someone accuses me of rape, ­I'm going to remember her name." I said as I walked my way to the table, slowly sitting down next to JJ.

"What can I tell you, JLo? I guess she didn't make that good of an impression."

"Unlike yourself, right now." I squinted my eyes at him.

"You know, I'm guessing if someone Did do something to that girl that night, Then she was probably asking for it. Maybe even liked it." JJ pulls up photos from all the scenes, showing him.

"She murdered these men, And I'm guessing it's only a matter of time Before she works her way back to the one She really wants to kill." His cocky smile fades.

"She make an impression now?" I crossed my arms. "Tell me her name, Justin Timberlake." He looks away, gulps.

"Sarah Danlin." I picked up the photos.

"Thanks for your corruption." JJ and i left the room. JJ called Garcia and got an address. We got suited and drove to the apartment. We ran inside, pounding on the door.

"Sarah Danlin, F. B. I.! Open the door." Derek yells out. Derek kicks down the door and we went in.

"F. B. I.!" Hotch yells as we scanned the room.

"Clear." We put away our guns.

"Guys, there are some ripperologists Who speculate that Mary Kelly Was actually killed in a flat That Jack the ripper rented for the night." I said, getting everyones attention.

"I'm going to have Garcia check Sarah Danlin's Credit card accounts. It's a long shot, But maybe we can trace her room back to her charge cards." Derek walks away dialing her.

"Souvenirs." Hotch picks up the things on the table. "These are from bars in the french quarter. This is from mon cherie."

"She's trolling for victims in the place where it all began."

"She can't move on. The rape isn't the whole story."

"I'll bet there's a history of sexual abuse That contributes to her rage as well."

"It's almost like by taking on the ripper persona, She was trying to kill something within herself." The phone rang and Derek picked up.

"Yeah, mama, what do you got?"He smiles. "Ah, baby girl, you never disappoint. Thank you." He looks up at William. "Royal Ruby Inn."

"That's 2 blocks from here."

"Let's go." We ran back to the cars and drove. We made it, running up to the flat, kicking down the door.

"FBI! Drop the knife." We saw her on top of a man, with a knife to his neck.

"Drop the weapon." I said as I had my gun on her.

"He wanted it... and he got it." She whispered. "What are you waiting for?"

"Ma'am, we don't want to shoot you."

"Be such a shame to waste this. Do you want it, too?"

"What I want is for you to put that knife down."

"Come on." She cries. "Don't fight it."

"Sarah, we don't want to hurt you." I told her.

"Men." William puts his gun away, walking towards her.

"Sarah, my name's William Lamontagne JR. You knew my daddy?" She slowly nods. "Yeah, yeah. You trusted him. So trust me." She slowly looks back at him.

"Where is he?"

"The storm took him. Come on. It's over. It's over." William took the knife away from her as she collapsed into his arms, crying. "Hey. Hey there." Hotch and I untied the man from the bed and the medics came and took him. Will cuffed her and took her downstairs.