The plane ride from Virginia to Ohio was a fairly quick one. For that, Allyson was grateful; the less she had to look at the pictures of these poor women, the better. She was even more grateful when Reid took a seat next to her, handing her a mug of hot cocoa (despite how hard she tried, she never could get into coffee-her brother had enough of a caffeine addition for both of them).

"So, let's review victimology," Hotch said once everyone was seated.

"Well, they're definitely similar in appearance," Morgan said. "Both young, brunette, petite. Could be a surrogate for someone who wronged him."

"But if both victims were smaller women, why did he have to tie them down?" JJ asked, looking disgusted by the mere thought of it.

"It could be that he's not physically capable of keeping them subsided," Reid replied. "Lack of sufficient physical strength could be something he was self-conscious about most of his life."

"Or maybe he's been injured," Morgan suggested. "One of his first victims may have fought back and hurt him somehow."

"Or he wants these women to feel completely helpless," Gideon added, peering at the file over his glasses. "He wants to be totally in control of the situation. Strength may have nothing to do with it."

That's definitely true, Allyson thought. "Do we have any names of the other victims?" she asked out loud.

"Your timing could not be more perfect, Girl Genius," came a voice from the monitor on Allyson's left as it clicked on, revealing the blonde, bespectacled face of their relatively colorful technical analyst Penelope Garcia. "I was just combing through those records."

"What were you able to find, Garcia?" Hotch asked.

"Sadly, not much," Garcia replied. "As most of you know, many cases of sexual assault go unreported. Many victims prefer to remain anonymous. And a lot of them unfortunately end up redacting their statements to avoid further backlash."

The mug in Allyson's hands began shaking, forcing her to set it down before the hot liquid could burn her hands. Reid glanced at her, but she silently reassured him that she was fine.

"But, as always, my search was not in vain," Garcia continued. "I was able to come up with a relatively small list of victims who have come forward. And here's the thing, almost all of them are students at Dayton University."

"That's not far from where Sarah and Danielle were found," JJ said.

"He most likely works there," Gideon said.

"Or attends," Morgan added. "He could be a student."

"Either way, it's a good place to start," Hotch said. "When we land, Ally and Gideon, check out the crime scene where the latest body was found. Reid, you go to the ME. JJ, Morgan, you two head to Dayton and see if you can talk to some of the other students. I'll meet with the police chief at the precinct and set up."

Allyson took a deep breath, surprised she was about to say this. "Actually, Hotch," she began, hoping that her voice wasn't shaking quite as badly as she thought it was. "Would it be all right if I go with JJ to talk to the students?" Not wanting it to seem like she was undermining Morgan's abilities, she quickly elaborated. "Nothing at all against Agent Morgan, but...women who have been victims of sexual assault tend to be very closed off to men, even men of authority. I just...I feel like we'll get further if we have two women interview these girls."

Her voice trailed off slightly, and she hurriedly looked back down at her file, feeling her cheeks burn. Great, she thought to herself. Now they all hate me.

"Hotch, she has a point," Morgan said, and Allyson's ears instantly perked up. "They're going to have a much easier time opening up to a woman, especially with the level of violence this unsub has shown."

Hotch nodded. "You're right. Morgan, you go with Gideon to the crime scene. Ally, you're with JJ at the college. Keep in mind, everyone, he's escalating quickly. Sarah Lawrence's body was found almost 30 hours ago, so we may not have a lot of time before he strikes again."

The team nodded as they began preparing for their landing. Allyson took another deep breath, but instantly relaxed as she looked across and saw Hotch flash her a rare smile. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

Despite the fact that they were twins, Allyson and her brother's college experiences had been very different. For one thing, Spencer had been 14 when he started at MIT. For another, Allyson had been coming off of a-to put it very lightly-rather unpleasant final year at high school. By the time she had started at Yale, her brother was working on his second PhD, and Allyson was determined to do whatever it took to get into the FBI. Sometimes she regretted missing out on the crazy parties and stupid shit you were supposed to do in college, but then she remembered how much she loved her job and those regrets went right out the window.

"You ever miss it?" JJ asked as they got out of the SUV. "College?"

Allyson shrugged. "Parts of it, I guess. I mean, believe it or not, I spent most of my time in the library."

JJ laughed. "Well, considering what I know about your brother, that doesn't really surprise me."

"Well, I couldn't let him be the only genius in the family, could I?" Allyson asked with a smirk. "What about you?"

"Sometimes," JJ replied. "I may have had a little too much fun my freshman year, but...it wasn't all bad."

Allyson smiled. Sometimes she liked to think about what it would have been like knowing the team in college. Spencer, obviously, would spend most of his time away in the library, becoming the youngest person ever to graduate summa cum laude. Garcia would be the head of the A/V club, her hacking skills quickly giving her the reputation of knowing everything about everyone on campus. JJ would be the captain of the girls' soccer team, capturing the hearts of nearly every football player. Hotch would definitely be a business major, working his way up to eventually becoming President of the Student Government. Gideon would most likely skip class often and instead spend his afternoons playing chess by the lake. And then there was Morgan, coveted by nearly ever single fraternity on campus, running cross-country in his spare time (how else was he supposed to stay so fast?). What would that have been like? Would any of them have ever become friends?

Though Dayton wasn't a relatively large campus, Allyson still felt like she and JJ spent hours canvassing the students. Many of them were clueless to the fact that assault charges had ever been filed. Many seemed unwilling to cooperate. And many seemed more preoccupied with other activities (school-related or otherwise).

"You know, I figured this was going to be difficult," Allyson said after over an hour of attempted interrogation. "But this is quickly becoming impossible."

"Don't worry," JJ replied. "We'll get someone."

I'm not so sure, Allyson thought glumly, knowing all too well how hard it was for victims of sexual assault to come forward. Maybe she would have been more helpful with Gideon at the crime scene after all.

"Umm...excuse me?"

The voice behind them was so faint that Allyson and JJ almost didn't hear it. They turned to find a girl standing there, looking instantly like she regretted getting their attention to the first place. Her dark hair hung in front of her face, and she constantly picked at the chipped black polish on her fingernails, her eyes trained on the tips of her Converse shoes.

"You guys are investigating those dead girls, right?" she asked.

JJ nodded. "Yes. My name's Agent Jareau and this is Agent Reid. Can you tell us anything about those girls?"

The girl instantly tensed up, her eyes hurriedly darting from left to right. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private," Allyson suggested, leading the poor girl over to a park bench off to the side. She sat next to the girl while JJ remained standing.

"Do you know about the man who hurt those girls?" Allyson asked. The girl opened her mouth several times as if to speak, but couldn't seem to get the words to come out.

"Let's try something a little easier," Allyson said. "What's your name?"

At first, it seemed like she wouldn't be able to answer that either. But finally, Allyson and JJ heard her whisper, "Cassie."

"Cassie. That's a nice name," Allyson said with a smile.

Cassie looked at first like she wasn't listening, but Allyson was pleased to see her body language relax. Unfortunately, she knew that would be short-lived as she asked, "Did something happen to you like what happened to those girls?"

Sure enough, Cassie instantly tensed up again, her hands balling up into fists and disappearing into her lap. JJ sat down on the other side of her. "Cassie, I want you to know that whatever you say to us will be completely confidential," she said softly.

Cassie sniffed slightly. "It's not that, it's..." She paused, and Allyson saw her wipe at her eyes. "He was right. No one believes me anyway."

"Believes you about what?" Allyson asked.

Cassie sniffed again, this time barely repressing a sob. "That I'm pretty enough to be raped."

Allyson bit back a retort with difficulty. She looked over at JJ to see that she was also angry about that comment. Should have known he'd be an asshole too.

"He said he was doing me a favor," Cassie continued in a shaky tone. Allyson reached over and took her hand. "He said most guys wouldn't have even looked at me twice. He...He said I should be thanking him."

The sobs she had been repressing could no longer be contained as she buried her face in her hand. Allyson squeezed her other hand in a consoling matter while JJ spoke calmly, reassuring her that she was okay and to take as much time as she needed.

"I'm sorry," Cassie said, wiping at her eyes. "It's just...hard to talk about."

Allyson gave her hand another reassuring squeeze. "We understand."

"Cassie, can you remember anything about the man who did this to you?" JJ asked.

"Not much," Cassie replied. "His face was covered. He was big, though. And strong. I tried to fight back, but...he held me down. Tied me to the bed." Her voice squeaked as the tears came back.

"Do you really think he killed those other girls?" Cassie asked after composing herself.

"That's what we're trying to find out," JJ replied. "And I want you to know that everything you've told us has been helpful."

Cassie smiled. "The campus is pretty shaken up. First there was the whole thing with Leah Miller and then this."

Allyson frowned slightly. "What happened to Leah Miller?"

"She was another...victim," Cassie replied, the word clearly sticking in her throat.

"Did you know her?" JJ asked.

Cassie shook her head. "Not well. When girls started coming forward about these attacks, no one seemed really eager to help us. I mean, no one saw his face so there wasn't really anything we could do. One of the counselors decided to hold a session once a week, a safe space for us to go and talk about...about what happened." She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. "Leah started coming a couple weeks ago. She told her story about what happened, and it didn't take much for me to realize that we'd been attacked by the same guy. We talked for a bit after that first meeting, but no one really wants to relive it anymore than they have to. But we kept going back. Every week. It helped, you know? Until last week. When Leah stopped coming."

"Why did she stop?" Allyson asked. "What happened to her?" Cassie looked up at her, the haunting look in her eyes providing the answer long before her mouth did.

"She killed herself."