October 19th 2009. Quantico BAU office.

Prentiss looked up as she heard a sigh from Reid. She frowned as she saw the genius rubbing his temples.

"Are you getting another migraine?" She asked.

"Huh? What? Oh no I'm just tired." He responded.

"Were you up reading all night? Again?" Morgan asked hearing the end of their conversation as he walked into the bullpen.

Reid looked up. " No, I wasn't. It's Harry, he's been on edge as of late, he hasn't been sleeping well this past week."

"So you've been up trying to help him. Have you guys tried having sex?" Morgan suggested.

Reid's face turned red. "Morgan!"

"What?" Morgan chuckled.

Hotch strolled through and made his way to the conference room as he did so he said; "Stop teasing Reid, we have a case and it's local."

Hotch went to go get JJ and Rossi while the rest of the team made their way to the conference room.

Once the three arrived Garcia started the briefing. "So, I hope you guys are ready for a mystery, because that's what this case is."

The screen soon was occupied by a picture of a teen with short black hair and moss green eyes. He wore a soft smile and held up a peace sign for the camera.

"Victim's name is James. Male. Seventeen years old. He was reported missing 3 weeks ago by his aunt on Friday morning when she realized he had never came home from the library the night before." She clicked her remote in a different set of pictures appeared.

"James was discovered three days later, on Sunday morning, in the nearby woods. His body was discovered with multiple stab wounds..."

Rossi whistled, reading the report, "Over 50 stab wounds. That's a lot of rage."

"Definitely more to this than a robbery or random killing." Hotch agreed, sipping his coffee.

Reid tapped his fingers on the table. "But the unsub crossed his arms and wrapped him in a blanket, which indicates remorse."

"So James went missing Thursday night and wasn't discovered until Sunday morning. The unsub had a lot of time with James. Garcia was there any signs of sexual assault?"

"No sir. There was a note recovered with the body though." The image on the screen changed.

It was a piece of construction paper made to look like old parchment paper. It read.

'He is mine. Mine!' 1080601090906.

"So this note is directly talking to somebody. But who is the question? And who is this 'He' mentioned in the letter? Is it just the victim, or someone else? And what is the significance of the numbers?" Prentiss questioned.

"Okay let's move on? Garcia?" Hotch looked up at the technical analyst.

"Yes." She clicked her remote again and this time a picture of an older man appeared.

"Our second victim is Gary Walters, 35. Went missing a week ago on Thursday and was discovered on Sunday in an abandoned house."

Crime scene photos appeared on screen. The pictures showed Walters propped up against the wall covered by a blanket with a single gunshot wound to the back of the head.

"Walters had been out of prison for six months, he had went into prison for possession of marijuana." Garcia said.

"How do we know it's the same unsub? The M.O. is different." Morgan asked.

"So glad you asked, my chocolate Adonis. The reason the police think it's the same unsub is because of the note left at the crime scene." The image changed.

What flash on the screen was a picture of a note similar-looking to the one left at the last crime scene just with more words on it, which read:

Your parents appointed me your Guardian if anything happened to them.

I'll understand, of course if you to stay with your aunt and uncle.

But think about it. Once my names cleared, if you wanted a different home. 02040601090905.

"The words seem very disjointed. Like there should be more there. And again with these numbers. Reid, have you ever seen this text before?" Reid shook his head.

"Forensics?" Morgan asked.

"Hmm, no." Penelope shook her head in the negative. "He took precautions not to leave any trace evidence. No fingerprints, not even shoe prints in the mud." She tapped a manicured nail against the remote.

"Is there any connection between James and Gary?" Reid asked Garcia.

"Not yet." She responded.

"So right now the only thing connecting them is that they lived here in Quantico." Rossi said.

"This could be the beginning of a spree killing." JJ said.

"A spree killer who is meticulous and covers his tracks. And who has a head start." Hotch said. "Let's get started."