Gideon left, he's no longer in the BAU. He didn't even a goodbye. After the whole Frank mess, I understand why. It felt weird to not have him around.

"I feel bad for Reid." I said to Emily. I looked at him, he stared at the letter he found In Gideons place.

"He'll be okay." Morgan comes up to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "He's tough."

"We got a case." JJ called put, showing us the folders. We set down our things and met in the conference room. Making things short here, we have 4 victims in oregon. 2 male, 2 female. Portland field officers uncovered a mass grave with 3 bodies, killed 6 months ago. Nearby they found another body. Causes of death range from burning alive to asphyxiation. No sexual assault.

Most recent victim is jenny wittman. Asphyxiated. Discovered yesterday and she was never reported missing. One of the four were reported, Rick holland was reported missing 9 months ago, but the search was called off. His Family discovered his car at the train station. But more importantly, they received e-mails from him saying that he needed time to figure things out.

—

We landed in Portland Oregon, all of us were greeted by the officers. We settled in.

"You must be the B. A. U. Special agent bill calvert. Hi. Jennifer jareau." JJ shook his hand.

"This is ssa aaron hotchner. These are agents morgan, prentiss, santos and dr. Reid." We all waved at him.

"I appreciate your help on this case."

"So you're from boston, huh?" I called him out. I spent my time in Boston for College, its easy to spot.

"The accent's kind of hard to miss in oregon, right?" We both chuckled.

"We'd like to take a look around jenny wittman's apartment."

"I'd take you myself, but I'm waiting to meet a family, so I'll have another agent drive you out there." Bill went out to talk to one of his men.

"Thank you."

"I'll stay behind and work victimology." Emily tells him.

"Great. I could use some extra hands." Hotch looks at Reid, Morgan and I. The dynamic trio here we go. I love it when we get put together. We walked out, with him, heading to apartment.

—

"Right here. Wittman's place is on the fourth floor." Reid tells us as we headed to the elevator. We looked at Hotch, he was debating if he should go in or bot.

"I'll... meet you guys up there." Hotch walks to the stairs. His lost. I leaned back on the wall, closing my eyes. There was a stop, i opened my eye, we weren't on the floor. Morgan started jumping.

"Don't do that." Reid tells him.

"Why isn't it moving?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"I don't know." Morgan started pressing buttons, jumping. "Don't--stop it! Don't..."

"What?What's the problem?" Lets see here, WE CAN FALL TO OUR DEATHS!

"Don't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because there are 6 elevator related deaths per year, not to mention 10,000 injuries that require hospitalization. Chill out."

"I agree with papito." Morgan chuckles. "What?"

"That sounds like pretty good odds to me. Are you guys scared?" Yes, yes i am. You seen in movies!

"I'm not scared. I dont want to be in an elevator with you, to be honest." Reid comments. Yeah well, i dont want to die pregnant either sooo...

"How about I push that?" Morgan started to play around with the buttons again. "What if I push--" the elevator dropped a bit. I grabbed onto the railing. Oh no. Dios, not here please. I can die wherever but in a elevator with them. Please no! "Whoa. Ok."

"Hit the--hit the-- yeah." I pointed at the buttons, making Morgan push the emergency button.

"Push it! Push, pull, push, pull. I'm doing it." You can hear the bell going off.

"Nothing's happening."

"Pry--pry-- pry the door open." Morgan tried to open them, me and Reid standing back.

"It's stuck, man." The elevator dropped again. I shut my eyes. Not here please! I haven't even lived yet! I promise to be a good sister! I swear it! God please! I'll stop eating Luke's secret chocolate stash! Is that what you want!? Ill stop eating his chocolate!

"No, no, no, no. Not today. No, not today."

"Hotch?" Reid cries.

"Aaron!" I also cried out. The doors finally opened and we all ran out of there. Is that what you wanted! Fine! No more chocolates. This was Luke's warning, he knows.

"Was that the alarm? You guys ok?" We took a moment to collect ourselves.

"I'll get back to you on that." I huffed out. Im taking the stairs now. I'll never take elevators again for the rest of my life.

We looked through the place, There was bath products all around the tub, but she never turned the shower on, since Theres nothing but boxes inside. She used it for storage. We know jenny didn't like tight spaces or the elevator. We know that the unsub preys on people that are new to the city with no strong social ties. And jenny fits the model. She's an easy target. And he's betting that she won't be missed.

—

"Hotchner." He picked up the call from Morgan. They went to find who's body they found in the river.

"Hey, that landlady prentiss spoke to was right to be worried. We just found patrick walker dead in a river. And it was exactly what you predicted. He found a new place to dump the body."

"Fire, hanging, asphyxiation. Now we've got a drowning." I listed off from the victim's deaths.

"I think it's someone who's afraid of drowning." Reid comes in.

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah, it hit me when morgan, hazel and I freaked out when we were stuck in the elevator." Not Reid calling me out.

"You got stuck in an elevator?" I can hear Emilys giggle from the other side of the phone. JJ looks at me, holding a laugh.

"I freaked?"

"Well, that's not important." Funny man Reid. "Here's what is. If you look at the M. O. S of the victims, what do they all have in common? They could all be classified as anxiety disorders. It's right out of the diagnostics and statistical manual. It lists 5 subtypes of phobias."

"Most of these are environmental and situational." The connection, how couldn't we see this!

"Exactly."

"So it's all about fear. These people are being killed by their fears." Bingo.

—

Hotch sent Emily, Reid, Morgan and I out on the streets, looking for answers. We found flyers, and they were one at a place bear the victims place. The wonderful Penelope Gracia sent us what she traced from the number we gave her. It was a website. Called the Goodman Institute.

"Maybe it's maybelline instead of anxiety disorders."

"Yeah, this guy's either an amateur or he studied psychology in the eighties."

"His phrasing of the questions are clinical. This guy's a professional."

"Well, he's able to pick the perfect victims. Are you close to your family? Easy making friends? Just answer yes and you're spared the torture." I started listing what he said in his website. Sounds convincing to someone who may need help.

"We figured out how he chooses his victims, but how does that get us his real name?"

"All right. Let's review. J. J., Can you get garcia?" JJ leans and dials in Garcia.

"I think the guy's a real psychiatrist." I called out. I mean he knows what he's doing.

"Also afraid of being alone, so he's most likely married."

"May have adopted children." Reid walks around.

"Why?" Bill questioned.

"Well, because the tortures lack a sexual component."

"Oh, right. He might be impotent."

"Hey, guys." Ahh good to hear her voice again. That voice seems to cheer up my day.

"Also, he's desperate for a sense of community. He'd definitely have kids."

"Ok, I'm crossing portland doctors with adoptions." We can hear the keyboard clicking from our end.

"And given the obsession to control his victims with torture, he might have been abused."

"Ok, juvenile records are going to be sealed, so you gotta give me a minute."

"He uses antiquated terms like phobias, so he's most likely in his 40s." I gave her that.

"And... The creep of the moment award goes to... One 43-year-old dr. Stanley howard, psychiatrist." Got him.

"This guy was killing his own patients?"

"No. Stan howard's smarter than that. That's why he created goodman and the research ruse."

"Married to jane howard, has one 8-year-old daughter jessica. He started a center for abused kids." Probably because he could relate. "One good deed's not fortifying his karma sufficiently. Looks like his practice shut down last year."

"Right about the time the killings started."

"He still has a lease on his old office building. City permits were pulled due to renovation, but what do you know? They've been delayed. Yikes! His bank records show a seriously depleted savings account."

"So he's keeping up appearances. Where's the building?" I asked her, dropping my pen to the side.

"427 cedars avenue." We turned to Bill.

"It's not far from here."

"All right." We all got up and got ready. "Let's go check the building. You three-" Hotch points at Emily, JJ and I.

"talk to the family." I finished off.

"Got it."

"Thanks, garcia." We got in out cars and headed our way to the home.

—

"Why do they always seem so normal?" JJ sighs as we looked at the nice home. How can someone so ruthless have something so nice and ruin it.

"Who are you?" A little girl opens the door, looking up at us. We put on our smiles.

"Hi. I'm Emily, and this is Jennifer and Hazel." She greeted us to her, JJ and I waved at her.

"You never open the door unless you know who it is." The mother, Jane pushed her daughter to the side.

"Hello, ma'am, we're here from the fbi." I said as we showed her our badges. She lets us in, Emily with the daughter and me and Emily talking to Jane. "Where is your husband?" We sat down in the living room.

"He's with a patient." She crosses her arms.

"You know, he shut down his practice a year ago."

"Excuse me? No, that's not possible. He wouldn't do something like that without talking to me first."

"He referred his patients to other doctors and allowed his license to expire."

"What's happening?" We both sighed.

"Has Stan been acting strangely lately?" I asked her.

"Well, he's had... Some issues since his mother died last year, but... I mean, he refused to go to her funeral, but they were never close. Stan always said it was because of her that he became a psychiatrist." Emily got a call from Hotch, leaving the room for a second and coming back.

"We need to figure out where stan's been going every day."

"I don't know." She was clueless.

"Where would he go, mrs. Howard?" She covers her mouth.

"My family has commercial property downtown. I-- maybe..." emily nods at me, making me call Hotch where to go.

"Yeah, downtown." I said to him. I hung up the phone. I headed back, telling Jane whats happening and what Stan did. She didn't believe it but cried. She held her daughter. We got the news saying that Stan is dead and they found the victim, alive.

—

We made back to Headquarters, everyone saying goodbyes and heading out. I saw Hotch in his office and decided to tell him about the pregnancy. I knocked on the door and he looked up.

"Hey." I breathed out.

"Hazel, what are you doing? You should be-"

"I wanted to tell you something." I clapped my hands. Why was I so nervous about telling Hotch? "This is weird because you're the first one to know, not even my dad knows." I rambled on. "My boss knows but not my family, ha."

"Santos." Hotch said, making me come back.

"Im pregnant." That was good to say that. "I shouldve said something earlier but since we've been busy, i never got the time to say-"

"Hazel, congratulations." He smiles. Wow, i made him smile. Me! This is news. "I can have you help JJ for the meanwhile."

"Thanks." I chuckled at him. "I want to surprise the team, im going to have a check up in a few days, when i know that everything is good, I can tell them."

"Your secret is safe with me." He nods. I patted the door, happily.

"Thanks Aaron, really." He nods again. "You should go home, you look you need rest." I pointed at him.

"Just heading out right now."

"Need company?" We walked to the elevator, chatting about Aarons experience becoming a father, him being honored to be the first to know about the pregnancy and parenting. We got in our cars and left work. It was nice to talk to Aaron like that, he's not always grumpy. I like that about him, he's down to earth and he showed that he cared.