When Reid walked into the readyroom Morgen was waiting there.

"Morning" Muttered Reid as he rubbed his red eyes.

"What's up with you kid?" Derek asked.

"I spent last night watching a documentary on-"

"Good for you kid."

Reid was a little annoyed at being cut off but if it meant he had less questions to answer, and that was all the better.

Hotch was the next to arrive, shortly followed by Prentiss and Rossi.

"Did you and Jack enjoy the game?" Asked Rossi.

"You know it doesn't seem to matter how many games I take him to he's just not going to be a Seattle's fan." Hotch smiled.

Rossi chuckled "Well god loves a trier."

"Right." Laughed Hotch.

"Good morning my fellow comrades." Penelope welcomed as they sat down.

"This morning we were contacted by Las Vegas Police." She said pointing the remote-control at the screen.

"In the past three days local LEO's have found the bodies of two men."

On the screen appeared the picture of two similar looking men.

"Both are John Does', neither could be matched to missing persons' records."

"They were both found strangled." As she spoke the picture changed to show two necks that each had a red raw line, it was evident that the bodies rested on autopsy tables.

"Their sure it wasn't suicide?" Morgen asked.

"It is the state with the heights number of suicides. Annually, Las Vegas deals with thirty six suicides for every hundred thousand people." Reid looked up to see the disturbed expressions of his colleagues faces.

"They are sure is was murder. They were found dressed like this!" Again Penelope clicked the remote.

Crime scene photos of both men appear on the screen. The victims were wearing suits.

"So they were business men?" Prentiss asked.

"I doubt it business men would be missed." Replied Penelope

"And if he keeps this pattern up we will have another body in twenty four hours." Pointed out Agent Rossi.

"Agreed, wheels up in fifteen." Aaron said and then paused to look at Morgan who walked to the door.

Aaron was still getting used to Morgan delegating responsibilities. He made a mental note to get better at following Morgan's lead and not to continue stepping on toes.

0o0o0oo0o0o00

Penelope toddled down the aisle of the plane. "Ok, so we have two different dump sites, but they are creepily close to each another. The LEO's have arranged a space for us in their offices which I will go to with Reid while the rest of you look over the scenes."

"Here is a copy of the case file." Smiled Penelope as she handed the hard copy to Reid, who did not thank her.

The rest of the team where already looking over the case on their tablets.

"Thanks baby girl." Replied Morgan after an awkwardly long pause.

Penelope, who always though Reid was the most polite person she had ever met, gave a weak smile and walked away.

"Reid." Derek nodded towards the back of the plane where a little kitchen was.

Reid obligingly followed him.

"What?" Snapped Spencer.

"Dude you were so rude to Penelope."

"Seriously and that requires a one to one." Spencer sneered as he tried to walk away.

"Hey kid,"

Spencer stopped and turned.

"There is something up with you!"

"Wow Morgan with insight like that you should work for the BAU or something!"

"This is not you Reid."

"Hey! We all agreed a long time ago not to profile each other."

"Yeah we did but Reid you're caving man, look at you."

"And you would know?!"

"Reid the last time I saw you like this was after Tobias."

"Oh I see, just because you think I'm not being myself things have to be back to that?"

Reid rubbed his eyes harshly.

Morgan gave him a meaningful look.

"What now I'm not allowed to be tiered?"

Spencer staked away angry.

0o0o0o0o0o0

Hours later the team arrive at the Special Investigations department of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.

"Garcia?" Said a tall tanned woman.

"Yes hello, Detective Keogh?"

"Yes, Thank you for coming."

"Not a problem, this is Acting Unit Chief Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan, SSA Aaron Hotchner, Special Agents David Rossi and Emily Prentiss, and Doctor Spencer Reid."

Detective Keogh shook each of their hands in turn.

"Could you show us where to set up?" Asked Penelope.

"Sure." Keogh showed them to an office where the required furniture was arranged.

"We will need a car." Morgan stated.

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary."

Morgan looked at the rest of the team who were just as baffled.

They began to file out of the room, Morgan at the rear.

"Play nice." Morgan warned Reid. "Laters baby cakes." He added looking at Penelope.

Garcia smiled back "looking forward to it sweet lips."

O0o0o0o0o00ooo

"The first victim was found here."

The team followed Detective Keogh to an ally west of the police station.

"Wow this dude must have large ones." Said Morgan as he took off his sun glasses. "To dump a body this close to a police station, man that takes balls."

"I have a clear view of the street and anyone in those offices could have seen me."

"Well we shut up shop over the weekend, so the assailant must have known that. The janitor found the body when he was leaving on Friday. The Metro treated it as a robbery at first." Explained Keogh.

"Wait am I missing something? You are the Metro."

"We're the Special Investigations unit, the Metro HQ building is a couple of blocks away."

"So the dump site means something?!" Mused Rossi.

"We didn't realise that till this morning." Keogh walked off.

She came to a stop one ally way further west.

"I'm still visible from the street and still run the risk that if there was anyone in that office I could be seen." Hotch pointed to a window.

"That's the other thing, that's my office."

The team turned to look at the detective.

"He must be local." Said Prentiss looking around.

"Why?" asked Keogh.

"He had a working knowledge of the station."

"Anyone could, we have a website."

"Still, to know how to dump the bodies without being seen. Particularly if his goal was to make this personal to you?! he also seemed to know which window was yours, well that takes planning."

"You mean he has been here?" Keogh's eyes grew large.

"Without a doubt." Aaron muttered.

O0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

When the team returned Penelope looked crazed.

"What have you got baby girl?"

"Nothing!" shouted Garcia.

"You ok baby girl?" Morgan asked taking her shoulder.

"No, no I am not!"

Derek looked at Reid.

Reid looked offended.

"It's the case." Reid answered, knowing Morgan thought that Penelope's mood was down to him.

"Other than the location and positioning of the bodies we have nothing!" Garcia growled with frustration.

"The ME's report confirmed death as murder. There were several scratches and nicks on each of the victims necks which mean it definitely was not suicide."

"See baby girl that's something."

"Also at first glance these men have a similar look, same hair style, same cut of suit but when you look at their faces the symmetry is off. The second victim seems to be wearing some kind of makeup." Pointed out Reid

"Why would he ware makeup?" Asked Rossi.

"Well Las Vegas is sort of known for its drag acts." Suggested the detective.

"No. This wasn't to feminise the victim if anything it was to make him more masculine." Reid got up and pinned two pictures side by side on the board.

"Here is what the victim looked like when he was found, notice the prominent brow. Here he is without the makeup."

"He is naturally more baby faced." Stated Morgan.

"Exactly."

Hotch stood by the door listening.

"Could he be a model?" Asked the detective.

"No, a model would have been noticed by now. A worried agent or family member would be looking for them."

"Have you completed a nationwide search?" Aaron asked Penelope.

"Yes sir, twice."

"Try broadening the search, men in there thirties to forties, blonde or brunette. Let me know what you find."

"Yes sir." She replied as she sat down at her computer.

Hotch scolded himself internally, was he yet again delegating?!

"We need to talk to that janitor and who ever found the second body." Announced Morgan.

"Yes he is waiting to talk to you and it was me who found the second body." The detective told them for the first time.

There was a silence for a few moments.

"Ok."

Before Morgan could take a step Reid spoke.

"It seems both were posed in the same way for a reason."

"Yeah, they are both pointing at my office." She said.

Reid understood why the detective would think that but he wasn't convinced.

"Maybe."

Reid turned his back as the team left the room.

O0o0o0

"Hey my hot steaming cup of coco."

"Well hello to you too doll face."

"I have bad news and worse news, giving Hotch's parameters I have come up with two hundred and ninety six missing and of those I could only narrow it down to one hundred and thirty two. It seems that even though both our victims don't look the same facially, they are both the same body type older but fit."

"And the worse news?"

"Because we have no idea where the victims are actually from we have no idea if any or all of the one hundred and thirty two are victims."

"Were there any other unsolved murders in the state?"

"That's just it, you would think there would be but no. There are a few on trial but most have evidence up the wasu."

"Don't freak out baby girl you're doing great."

"I told her that!" Came Reid's voice.

"I'll check in with you later baby doll."

"Bye my burning hunk of man."

O0o0o0o0o

Hotch and Morgan returned after interviewing the janitor.

"Nothing, he didn't see anyone or notice anything strange, no unusual cars, nothing." He exhaled.

"Morgan and I are going to interview the detective."

"Rossi, Prentiss canvas the area see if anyone recognises the victims. Garcia can you arrange a press release?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah sure, I can do that." Penelope seemed relieved to have a task she could actually get done.

0o0o0o0o0o0

"Ok detective if you could take a seat." Offered Morgan, pulling a chair into the middle of her office.

Without question Keogh sat.

"We are going to ask some questions. We want you to close your eyes."

She nodded.

"This morning you came to work as normal."

"Yes."

"There was a hum of chatter."

"Yes, people are asking me what happened on Friday."

"Why are they asking you?"

"I heard about it over the scanner on my way home so I turned around and came back to the scene."

"Ok but back to this morning. You got out of your car."

"I parked up and it was so quiet, just something I never paid any attention too."

"You're on edge?"

"I guess, I mean I shouldn't have been after all the Metro were still working on the theory it was a dump after a suicide or something. You know a hotel avoiding the bad publicity."

"What happened next."

"I took the elevator to my floor."

"Where did you go next?"

"I headed to my captains office to ask about the case."

"Is anyone around?"

"Yeah my colleagues keep trying to stop me and ask about the case."

"Were any of them overly interested?"

"No not really."

"How do you feel now?"

"Ok I guess."

"Do you still feel anxious?"

"Only about the case."

"Ok so you and your captain are finished, you leave his office."

"I leave angry, he won't let me join the case saying it has nothing to do with Homicide and Sex Crimes."

"So what do you do next?"

"I, I made myself coffee." Keogh shivers.

"What is it?"

"I just got chills, I think… I think someone is watching me."

"Ok what did you decide to do?"

"I look around but everyone is busy. I go to my office."

"Ok you go in you sit down, you're getting ready to start your day." Morgan said.

"No, wait I didn't sit. I was going to but I decided to look out the window."

"What do you see?" He asked.

"The crime scene tape from the first dump site is blowing in the breeze. Then I look across the ally and see him, the body of the second victim. I wasn't sure at first but something told me I was right. I ran out of the office and called to my team."

"Let's go back a bit you say you didn't see the body at first?!"

"I didn't see the body properly until I was standing by the it."

"How were you sure there was a body?"

"I just was, there was a sort of an outline."

Keogh opened her eyes.

"We did the best we could to preserve the scene but with the heat we had to move the bodies."

"Why?" Morgan asked.

"It's not that rare for deserts animals to venture in to the cities in search of food and I didn't want to risk the evidence."

Hotch and Morgan exchanged a look.

"Giving the circumstance you did the right thing." Began Hotch.

"But it means the UNSUB probably knew that would happen." Explained Morgan.

"Which only further adds to the theory we are dealing with a local." Aaron finished.

0o0o0o0o

As Morgan and Hotch walked down the hall they added a little to the theory themselves.

"Hotch is it me or does it sound like we are looking for a cop?"

"My thoughts exactly but best to keep that suspicion to ourselves." Suggested Hotch as he opened the door.

"Hey sugar did you check the C.C.T.V. for me?"

"Oh you know it."

Morgan smiled.

"But zip."

"What?" Morgan asked in surprise.

"Anyone who came in or out had a reason too and apart from the janitor who stopped all staff had left for the weekend."

There was a look that passed between Morgan and Hotch.

Morgan closed the door.

"That might not mean much." Eluded Hotch.

"Baby girl I need you to do background checks on everyone."

"Everyone? What even-"

"Everyone baby girl even the Captain."

"What you don't think-?" Garcia began to ask aghast.

"I'm not sure, but we need to know." Hotch answered looking out the glass doors, watchhing the officers and detectives of the station.

"And soon."

O0o0o0o0o0o0o

"I don't care no, I'm not giving you more money. No I paid you, I don't owe you anything." Reid was whispering angrily.

"Everything ok?" Derek asked loudly.

"Yeah fine." Lied Spencer as he hung up on his caller.

"Didn't sound like it!"

"I can take care of it." Spencer said trying to convince his friend.

"You sure?" Derek asked pushing the issue as he handed Reid a coffee.

"A hundred percent." He answered taking the coffee.

"Thanks for this!" Reid added as a way of changing the subject.

"Where's Penelope?" Morgan asked looking around.

"I asked her that and she told me that no matter how much you want us to get on I'm not her, em, she said BFF and that she wasn't going to have a girly chit chat with me while she did a number one?!"

Morgan laughed. "Let me guess you have no idea what any of that meant did you."

Reid shakes his head. "Actually no."

They both laughed heartily, they were interrupted when Reid's phone rang. Reid pushed the end call button.

"You not going to take that?"

"No, it's just my network provider. They haven't received my last payment."

"Right, look kid-"

Just then Hotch entered the room.

"Garcia?"

"Here boss."

They turned to see her standing in the doorway.

Garcia quickly closed the door.

"So far no red flags." She said sitting in front of her screen.

"I have arranged a press release, and the police are assembled in the bull pen."

"Ok kid if you've found anything now's the time to speak up."

"Though they look well cared for I think these men were drugged."

The other three occupants in the room looked at him.

"Yes his hair was cut, his nails manicured and he wore an expensive suit. But then there are these." Reid took two photos out of his file.

The first showed bruising over time, across the upper arm and chest, as if the person was tied down and the second showed old and new track marks.

Hotch left and headed for the bull pen, Reid looked after him.

"Good work kid." Morgen said before turning to leave.

O0o0o0o0o

"We are asking for the public's help in identifying these two men. Their bodies were found in recent days." Morgan began, who was now sporting a suit.

Two different computer generated composite images appeared on screen one after the other.

"Their appearance may have been altered slightly in the days or weeks leading up to their death."

"If there is a chance that you know both or either of these men please contact Las Vegas Metropolitan Special Investigations, the number will appear on screen."

"Why is it that the FBI is involved at all?" A dark haired reporter asked.

"We have come to help the Las Vegas police find this killer. Also we are not sure where each victim is from, so it might well turn out to be an FBI case."

"Is it true they were business men?"

"No, we have ruled that out, we believe that both men were living on the street or at least have in the past."

"So the killer is what you call a house cleaner."

"We have not got a full profile at the moment." Explained Morgan.

"Do you think he is preforming a public service?"

"He is a murder! the only public service being done is this police department and my team trying to catch this killer. Thank you."

0o0o0o0oo00o

"The killer has all the traits of an organised killer. He will most likely be a white male, between the ages twenty five and forty five. There is no sexual elements, even more unusual is it seem the killer is not taking trophies. While he is organised there is an angel of death feel to these murders. Look for someone who has good social skills but is single and without a family. Sex is not a motive so he might seem confident with people he is attracted too. There is a chance he has outbursts but they are not too serious, he can talk his way out of the awkward situation. He has recently been demoted, though he may still have a high powered job, it is not the one he want's or believes he should have been promoted already." Hotch told the officers.

"Do you think he will insert himself into the investigation?" A short female officer asked.

"There is no way to tell. Usually an organised killer would hide the body but this killer wanted it found, still there was no sign of remorse. The killer is also highly intelligent and would probably know that inserting himself would be a risk however with his Angel of Death tendencies we are not sure."

"Are you saying he thinks he is helping these people?" Asked a black male officer.

"Not at all, the only similarity he has with Angels of Death are his inability to develop long term relationships."

"Thank you for your time."

As the officers disbursed Garcia walked over to Hotch.

"Sir I did everything you asked and nada. There's something else, sir we have three hours at best."

"I know. Is Morgan finished with the press."

"Just now sir, but I don't think we have enough time."

Hotch looked across the room to Reid who was on the phone.

"I want that money Doctor. I know you don't want anyone finding out what you've been up to now do you?"

The voice mail ended just as Hotch reached him.

"Everything ok?" he asked watching Reid's worried look.

"My mother wants to see me."

"As soon as we are done here." Promised Hotch.

Reid nodded.

0o0o0o0o0o00o

Six hours later there was no new victim and no leads.

"I think we should all go and get some rest." Morgan suggested.

"No I mean I'm missing something I know it I just have to-"

"Come on baby girl we've been at this for almost twenty four hours. Our window has passed, let me take you to the hotel."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Smiled Garcia who was obviously tiered.

"Hey now no funny business. I mean sure I could take Kevin in a fight but I'm not trained in cyber warfare." Joked Morgan as Penelope gathered her things.

"Aw and here was I expecting a duel for my hand." Garcia lead Morgan out of the room by the tie.

They both left leaving the whole room laughing, all except Reid.

"Want to share a takeaway? Italian mind!" Rossi asked Hotch.

Reid looked up but away so quickly no one noticed.

"Sure." Chuckled Hotch.

"What about you Reid?" Prentiss asked.

"Sorry?"

"If you're not interested in the boy's club, do you want to go for something to eat?" She offered.

"I'm sorry." He cleared his throat as if it would get rid of the awkwardness. "I'm going to visit my mother."

"Ok, well giver her our best."

Reid nodded and picked up his satchel bag.

O0o0o0o0

"This is most peculiar Doctor Reid."

"I promise it won't be a common occurrence."

"I hope not, this is a disruption to your mother's routine."

"Doctor Norman, my son wishes to speak to me. Do you think a mothers care should be restrained by visiting hours?" Diana asked as she was escorted into the room by a nurse.

"I won't keep her long."

"You will if you like." Diana corrected.

"Well there's not much sense in you leaving at this hour. Feel free to stay in your mother's quarters."

"Only 'til the morning!" Diana snapped.

"Oh I haven't forgotten Diana. I'm off home while I can still have use of my eyes." Doctor Norman said, referring to a similar situation in which Diana had threatened to scratch the Doctors eyes out if he tried to keep Reid there.

"Good night Doctor." The night nurse called.

When both were out of ear shot Diana leant forward. "Now Spencer tell me, what is wrong?" Diana's whisper was full of urgency.

"What… what would be wrong?"

"Please Spencer, I'm crazy not brainless. Besides It's almost morning and you are here, not even I'm crazy enough to miss the signs." Diana grinned.

"Mom." Reid gasped as if he had been holding the word in the entire time.

Diana became the picture of distress.

"Baby tell me, what is it? I'm worried!" she moved to the couch across from her, so she could hold her son in her arms.

"Mom I've been so stupid."

"I refuse to believe that spencer, you're a genius." She stroked the sandy blonde curly hair on the back of his head.

Spencer began to cry uncontrollably.

"It can't be that bad." She waited for him to explain, but he just continued to cry.

"Baby, please tell me."

"Mom…. You'll be so disappointed in me."

"Never!" Diana pulled Reid's head up by putting her hand under his chin.

"Start from the begging Spencer, and leave nothing out." Diana patted the hair out of his face.