A:N/ I'm sorry to say I won't be updating but probably once a week after this week, but I'm going to put the entire cases into single chapter from this point on. That doesn't mean shorter cases though, they'll be simaler to this one in legnth, so it simply means fewer updates, but much longer chapters. Please Review if you like this story or want to give constructive critisism, NO FLAMES THOUGH!

Conclusion

Quote: 'Not even the scariest monsters and darkest fiends, can compare to the evils inside the human mind'

She rushed towards the house, it was poorly kept, colonial, and quite large. She rushed through the driveway and to the front door. She banged on the door until a boy answered it.

"W-what are you-" Her fist collided with his face. He fell down to the ground with a bloody nose.

"You did this on purpose!" She shouted. "You let this happen, didn't you! You stupid little, you won't get away with crossing me like this, Evan!"

He looked up at her, the blond girl from the warehouse, his only real friend. "I-I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you dare lie!" she yelled, kicking him while he was down. "You, you just couldn't man up and let it go on, could you. You had to feel guilty, over those, those bastards." She kicked him again. "Do you even remember what they did, what you did! She's dead, and you just let them get away…" her face was twisted into an infuriated expression.

The boy began to break down and cry harshly. He shook his head in both disagreement with her, and disgust for himself. "Missy wouldn't want this," he cried, "she'd roll over in her grave if she'd seen what we'd done. Especially to Jesse, god, she was her best friend."

"They deserved it!" She said kicking him. "For what they did!"

He glared at her, blood spilling out of his mouth, and red marks and bruising all over his face. "For what they did to her, or to you?"

She looked even more pissed then before. "You did set me up didn't you?" "Your crazy!" he said to her. "And paranoid, I didn't sabotage anything. Go ahead and kill me though, cause I'd rather die then keep helping you do this!"

She shouted as she continued to kick him in the head, and any other place she could think of. She slowly pulled a knife out of her purse.

"It's my turn to bring the knife," she said as she tightened her grip on it. She raised the knife and began to wildly stab into him. "Just be glad I don't have enough time to put the drugs in you, you stupid little, coward."

He choked on his own blood as he looked up at her, five stab wounds now in his torso, bleeding out rapidly. She raised the knife again, when the sound of sirens was heard. She glanced towards the direction of the sirens, then back at Evan.

"Lucky break," she said, she pointed the knife at him, "you say anything, and I'll kill you."

She ran through the back yard before the police could reach the house and hoped the fence into the neighbors yard. Leaving the knife behind, along with a badly beaten, teenage boy who had been stabbed five times.

He laid there and began to black out slowly, before everything went dark though, he swore he heard someone say 'Hang in there kid'. That's when the sounds and everything around him stopped.

The cameras were on and the reporters in large crowds as Emmy took the pedestal. She took in a deep breath and began to speak. "It was recently discovered that there were some parts of the profile, that were inconsistent, and through examining them, we were able to come up with a final profiler of our unsubs."

"Excuse me," said some blonde middle aged woman, "Did you just say unsubs?"

"Yes," said Emmy. "I'm going to officially state that the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, believes these murder to be the work of two individuals. Each one having a separate profile that will now be revealed to the public by me, and to the Bay Springs Police Department by our agents. Any questions?"

The crows was silent.

"Alright, here's what we're looking for," said Emmy as she began to explain each profile.

"The first one, the dominant personality, it the unsub we described earlier," stated Melissa. They were in the room where the police had gathered and were revealing the profile to the officers. "A white female in her teen years with hidden psychopathic urges. She discovered her urges and how to act upon them, through a revenge kill against Bryan Reynolds. We now believe though, after some discussion, that she wasn't directly assaulted by him, otherwise, their would have been a similar theme with Tyler, and she wouldn't have killed Jessica. It was likely someone close to her who was assaulted."

One of the officers raised their hands, "How can you be so sure?"

"Assaulted women usually don't go after their own gender if they turn serial, they almost always go after surrogate male figures," said Bones.

"This unsub is devolving and is what we call a disorganized killer," said Sam. "She plays herself off as normal, and blends in, this angers her though, makes her feel unappreciated and insignificant. She is expressing her rage through these kills, but she's getting paranoid, the more the police discover, and angrier, the more her regular life continues."

"This is causing her to devolve and get sloppier," said Mike. "She will make a huge mistake, her anger will blind her enough for her to not think straight enough, and she'll screw up big time. However, this doesn't mean she'll be easier to catch. She won't be intimidated, and won't be easy to apprehend. In all likely hood she'll try to go down with a fight. Do not under estimate this girl." "The next unsub is the submissive personality," said Sam. "We believe this to a white male, around the same age as the girl. He is the one who doesn't want to be killing, and is hesitant to commit her will. The coagulant drug chosen happens to reduce pain, there are multiple drugs that don't have this side effect that they could've used though. We believe he pities the victims."

"The fact that he would defy her sadistic needs shows some rebellion towards her," said Melissa. "He doesn't agree with her views, and in all likelihood only serves her because of some sort of manipulation on her part using guilt or something similar to blackmail. He will not be completely willing to give her away though, if she holds a large enough grip on him, he'll stay quiet out of fear or guilt alone. He will eventually defy her though."

"This boy will not be someone a girl like her would associate, this helps him seem like he'd have less of a connection to her, which is why no one would associate them," said Mike. "So asking other people about a couple or pair of friends will lead to dead ends. They do have a connection though, probably related to Bryan Reynolds."

"One more thing," said Bones. "When he does defy the dominant partner, she will retaliate against him, and she probably will kill him. If we catch him or he turns himself in first though, it will alert her if she finds out, and she will prepare herself for a fight. Our best bet is to either apprehend the partner in secret, or her first. If he's already defied her though, then there's little hope for this ending well, be prepared for the worst, just incase."

The officers thought about what he said and slowly began to filter out of the room, leaving the team members alone. Mike was the first to speak.

"Well," he said. "We've officially scared the hell out of them."

Sam sighed, "So what now, boss man? We just wait for another victim?"

Bones lowered his head and sighed, "Unfortunately." He was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of waiting for another kid to end up dead and tortured by a mismatched partnership.

Their moment of loathing was interrupted by a certain tech, "You guys won't have to wait for long," said Linda. "Evan King, a seventeen year old boy, was found beaten and stabbed on his front porch"

Melissa raised an eyebrow, "Beaten? She's never done that before, was he given the drug, and were any of the stab wounds shallow?"

Linda hesitantly looked at the medical reports, "Uh n-no. He was only… stabbed, five times, all deep and ragged, no drugs in his system either." It disturbed her to repeat the boys grisly fate. "He'll make a full recovery though."

Sam shook her head, "That doesn't make sense. The organization was removed, it was completely sloppy and way insolated. Anyone could've been a witness."

"The organization being removed for the methodology, can only mean one thing," said Melissa.

"The partner's no longer functioning in the duo," said Mike. "She's gone solo, which means we now have a teenage lunatic with a knife loose and nothing to hold her back."

Bones looked deep in thought for a moment, before it hit him, "How was Evan king found, attire wise?"

She flipped through the pages, "Um… he was wearing a black sweater, skinny jeans, a lip ring, and fingerless glover, under his eyes and lips were colored black."

Bones gave a grim look to everyone, "I think we found her partner…"

Emmy drove up to the hospital to see Sam and Bones driving up as well. Both looked rushed and frantic.

"You guys called me up here?" she stated only to have them run right past her.

"Keep the press out and make sure to stress that everyone stay in public places, get the word out, I don't care how, then join Mike and Melissa at the station," called out Bones as he and Sam ran into the hospital.

The entered the hospital and met up with a receptionist at the front desk. She starred at them and said, "Can I help you?"

"We need to see Evan King, and immediately," said Sam raising her voice slightly and showing her badge. The nurse told them the room number and they were off.

They were on borrowed time, it would only be a matter of hours, maybe less, before the she killer found a new victim, or victims. They rushed to the room and were right outside it when Bones stopped them and looked at Sam.

"What's our plan?" he asked. "Do we treat this as an interview or interrogation?"

"Both," she said. "You need to sympathize with him every chance you get, but don't come off as coached-"

"Me?" asked Bones wide eyed. He wasn't much for speaking, and he had expected her to be the one to handle this.

"He's been manipulated and now almost killed by a woman, he won't respond to me," she said, "plus you come off as less threatening appearance wise. Bones, you have to trust me, you picked me for this job, and now I need you to trust me with it."

He nodded and listened.

She looked at his seriously, "Say you know she manipulated him, that you know he didn't want to do this, and then once he's let his guard down, tell him he can make up for what he's done, then ask for the partners identity. Establish some authority though, call him by his first name."

He nodded, he was uncomfortable with the idea, but he trusted her judgment. He entered the room to see a badly beaten boy hooked up to machines and tubes in his nostrils.

"Evan?" asked Sam softly as she entered the room. "I'm Agent Reid, and this is Agent McCoy, we're from the FBI and we'd like to ask you a few questions."

He nodded, "O-Ok."

Bones stepped slightly closer then Sam did and looked down at Evan, sympathy and softness present in his expression.

"Evan," he said in a soft tone of voice. "We know what you did, we aren't here to judge you though, we know you didn't want to."

The boy's eyes widened and he stared at them, "I-I don't know what you're-"

"Evan," said Bones. "We know you helped her kill those people, you didn't want to, but you did."

His face twisted into an expression of grief and horror. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. "It wasn't my idea," he sobbed, "I wanted to stop, I never even wanted to start either…"

"She manipulated you Evan," said Bones, "She used you, and now she's going to try and get away with it and hurt other people."

He sobbed some more, "I so sorry… I didn't mean for this to.." he broke out into a fit of more sobs.

"Evan, Evan look at me," said Bones, the boy looked up at him. "You can help us, you can make up for what you did, tell us who she is and we can help you."

He looked at them, contemplating what to do, when he finally nodded and said, "Okay. I'll tell you, who she is, and where she might be." He paused for a moment. "Her n-name's Shane Parker, her sister was Missy Parker, my Missy…" He wandered off in thought for a moment before snapping back into reality. "She'll be at the warehouse, it's where we took them to…" he stopped, unable to say it. It's down the dirt road on Wilson way, head down there three miles until you can see the lake, you'll be there. There's only one entrance though."

Bones nodded, "Thank you, we'll make sure to talk to the D.A. about getting you a deal."

He and Sam began to leave the room when he spoke up again. "Please, please stop her, Missy wouldn't want this…" he slouched his head to the side and stare off into space, silent tears falling from his face. Bones simply nodded and walked out the door.

"So what do you got for us?" asked Sam to Linda over the phone.

"I got the coordinates to the warehouse and sent them to you SUV GPS," she said. "I also found the back round information on Shan and Evan, and it's… well let's just say I feel bad for the guy more then I though possible."

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

"He knew her through his girlfriend Missy Parker, who was Shane's identical twin sister," she said. "He and Missy were together since eighth grade from what his therapy notes say. While at a party one of his friends was hosting, he claims Missy was raped by another student, Bryan Reynolds I'm guessing. He constantly blames himself in the notes according to the counselor, saying he kept going out and just kept telling her it wouldn't happen again, then…" she paused having trouble saying it.

"Linda," she said seriously, "what happened? I need to know."

She took in a deep breath and stuttered it out, "Sh-she k-killed herself. After that, Evan isolated his self from everyone and went through his extreme makeover goth edition."

"And Shane convinced him that they should get revenge," sighed Sam. "Thanks Linda, tell everyone else to meet us at the warehouse, Bones and I are going ahead."

"What?" she asked. "You guys don't have vests or anything though, you've only got your guns, and no back up, is that a good idea?"

"Probably not," said Sam. "We need to make sure she doesn't have a victim with her, or that she's not planning on doing something drastic."

"Alright," said Linda. "Stay safe you guys."

She chuckled, "Don't worry, we'll be back before you know it."

She hung up the phone and looked at Bones, a void, knowing look in his eyes. She'd noticed it for a few seconds now, ever since Linda had explained who Missy was. She stared at him for a moment, wondering what was going through his head. She wanted to speak up and ask, but knew they didn't have the time. Plus he spoke first.

"You ready for this?"

She smiled, "As ready as I'll ever be to charge after a psycho serial killer."

He said nothing, but nodded, getting into the drivers seat.

Linda sat at her desk, Mike right next to her, "You heard her, gather everyone up and go to the site, I'll upload the coordinates into your GPS. Take Emmy to, she might come in handy, sniper training and all." She typed away why she said this, unable to hide her nervous mannerisms, she would be lying if she said that she wasn't worried for all of them.

Mike smiled at her with the cockiest grin she'd ever seen and said, "Don't worry that smart little head of yours, we're going to come back. Strauss won't be rid of us that easily. None of us, I swear."

She stared at him for a second, she was still worried, but she believed him somewhat at the same time. She nodded and smiled, "I'll hold you to that promise you know, so you better damn well keep it."

He laughed walking off, "Trust me, I don't want your hidden furry unleashed upon me."

She chuckled and said, "Good, because I don't want to have to come after you."

With those words he left to the conference room where he saw Melissa and Emmy. He looked at them with his normal, casual, expression. He quickly put on a huge grin. "Well people, we got ourselves some action waiting for us. Don't take long to get ready, Bones and Sammy girl already started without us."

Melissa looked at him wide eyed for a second, before nodding, Emmy just went to get her vest. The two women quickly prepared themselves then met up with Mike outside the station. They all three got into the SUV with Mike in the drivers seat. Mike's phone rang right when he started driving, he picked it up and rove with one hand. "Anderson," he answered.

"Mike, it's Linda," said their tech over the phone. "I just found something… a girl named Erica Davis is missing, her mom dropped her of at her bus stop and she never made it home or to school. I did some background on her, and she matches the victimology perfectly."

"Thanks Linda," he said, "see if you can get any security feed of her or Shane anywhere in town."

"I'm no it," she said as she hung up. Mike put his cell phone back in his pocket and looked straight at the road, a serious look on his face. "We may have a hostage situation."

Emmy and Melissa looked at him, each one in shock for a moment.

"That doesn't make sense," she said. "Shane's paranoid but severely disorganized, the only reason she's going back to the warehouse is because it's a familiar setting to her. Which means, it isn't a hostage at all. She wouldn't kidnap one girl, she'd take a public place, the other involves too much planning."

"Oh god," said Emmy. "Think about what happens when you corner a disorganized psychopath with paranoia and rage issues. Think about what happens when they know they've been cornered."

Mike's eyes widened and he pressed harder on the gas pedal, "She's going to try and end it."

"And take as many people as she possibly can with her," said Melissa. "Sammy and Bones, Linda must have told them about Erica to, we have to get there before they do something rash."

"Damn it," said Mike. "We need to get there as soon as possible then, Emmy call the police and tell them to remain at least twenty yards away from the warehouse at all times."

"I think we should find a point where I can set up with my rifle, it might pay off," she said.

He nodded, "You might have to settle for a tree then, there's no buildings in the area, can you manage that?"

Emmy looked at him seriously, "I can sure as hell try."

He smirked, "Alright then."

She called the officers and gave the warning to them, she was surprised to hear his response, "Already way ahead of you."

"What?" she asked, stunned.

"You haven't arrived yet, have you?" asked the cop.

"No why- oh my…" she said not able to finish as they pulled up towards the building.

It was completely engulfed in flames. The fire department trying unsuccessfully to pu out the giant monter of a blaze.

"Guys," said Mike, "Bones and Sam's SUV is here, but there not at the barricade, which means…

"They're inside," said Melissa in horror.

A Few minutes ago, with Bones and Sam

The two arrived on the scene to see the place in flames. Sam was the first to react. "Oh this isn't good." She began to run closer to it, shocking Bones completely, he ran after her then stopped her when she was right in front of it.

"Your not going in there," he said seriously.

"You heard Linda," she argued back, "Erica Davis is missing, and I'll bet my god damned life that she's in there, if she's not then our unsub is."

"Which is why we shouldn't go in," he said.

"What if Erica is in there though," said Sam. "Do you really want to risk the life of a teenage girl, for a slight chance that something might happen to one of us?"

He pondered for a moment, as team leader it was his job to ensure the safety and well being of his team, but as and FBI agent it was his job to serve and protect everyone, not just the FBI.

He looked at her and nodded. She smiled and then kicked then door open. She rushed in side with Bones and into the flames they ran.

"You search the right side and I'll go left," said Sam, Bones nodded. He ran off into the left side trying to avoid the numerous flames inside the building.

Sam while doing the same thing, once she reached the other side began to call out Erica's name. "Erica! Erica! Sweetie are you in here? It's the FB-"

She was cut off by her own groan of pain as a piece of wood collided with back of her head. She felt her head throb in pain as she fell down. She looked up to see Shane Parker standing over her. The girl proceeded to hit her in the head about twop or three more times.

Her vision blurred and she became unaware of her surroundings, and slowly, she began to black out.

Bones on the other side of the warehouse was doing a similar action to what she had been doing. "Erica! Erica!"

He walked closer towards the back and continued calling her name, he made sure to look behind himself and at hi sides every now and again. He was looking behind him when a soft voice forced him to whip his forward.

"Wh-who's there?" asked a sobbing voice. He looked to see a small brunette girl with bright green eyes. She's been crying and looked bruised.

"Are you Erica Davis?" She nodded and began to cry. "Please, I just want to go home."

He wrapped an arm around her and helped her up, he lead her to the entrance of the building and saw the police begin to arrive. "Go to the police, I need to find someone first, then I'll come out there to, okay?"

She nodded and then exited the building. He looked around noticing Sam wasn't anywhere nearby, and that she wasn't calling out or speaking at all. He knew something was wrong. He ran towards her direction, calling out for her. "Sam! Sam! Sam where are you?" He walked over the to end of the left side when he saw her, she was lying motionless on the ground, with her nose and lip bleeding, and a bloody spot on her head. Fearing the worst he ran over there as fast as his legs would take him, he kneeled down beside her.

He felt numb, and began to shake for a second, before regaining his composure. He checked her pulse, her heart was beating. He put his finger under her nostril and felt her breath against it, she was still breathing.

That might not be the case for long if she kept breathing in the smoke though. He put one arm under her back and the other under her knees and with pretty mush most the strength he had, managed to pick her up.

Not an easy task for him to say the least he was a relatively small guy, and Sam was massively tall. He knew this would slow him down a great deal.

He began to walk with her, when he heard some sort of laughing behind him, He looked to see Shane with a board on her hand. He back away a couple steps, as she advanced closer, she raised the plank when suddenly, a small hole appeared in her fore head. He looked out the window o the right wall, to see none other then Emma Yang herself in a nearby tree, sniper rifle in hand.

He sighed with relief, before he began to focus on getting out again. He ran towards the exit, when a cracking sound brought him back from his thoughts. He looked at the entrance to see the entire wooden platform above it beginning to fall.

His heart pumped wildly and adrenaline coursed through his system as he ran with his team member in his arms in a desperate attempt to run out before they were trapped. He sped up faster then he thought he was capable of running while carrying the girl, and then he reached the entrance. The platform fell at that moment, and he all but dived out of the building.

After it was over, he was on the ground leaning over Sam, he checked her vitals again, they were all good. He stood up and picked her up again and brought her over to the ambulance. He was surprised to see the rest of the team already gathered.

He stood with them as the vehicle drove off with their youngest team member inside.

Mike put a hand on Bones' shoulder, "You did real good here today man, you saved that girl, not to mention Sammy girl, so you got some leverage there."

Emmy rolled her eyes, "He means good job Bones."

There was a moment of silence before Melissa broke it.

Melissa smiled. "So then, I guess this means we solved our first case, we're officially a BAU squad now."

Bones gave a warm true smile and said, "I guess so." With that he walked off, and looked back at his three team members for a second before getting into his SUV.

On the Jet a Few days later, Normal POV

It was late at night and darkness surrounded the area outside the jet. Most of the team, including Linda was involved in a poker tournament over airplane snacks. Sam and Mike were the last players.

"I'll raise you two pretzels, and vinegar chip," said Sam as she glanced at her cards.

"Alright, I'll call, and then, go all in," said Mike with a smile, he looked at his flush with confidence. "Your move sweetheart."

"Call me sweetheart again and see what parts you lose first jockster," said Sam with a smile. "As for your bet, I'm with you, I'm all in to."

Melissa stared with intent and said, "That might just be your undoing Sammy."

"You never know," said Emmy.

"Either way I still lost all my planes snacks to Mike," she said giving him a mock glare.

"Hate the game and not the player doll face," he smiled.

"You shouldn't be considered a player in any light," said Emmy jokingly.

Melissa chuckled, along with Linda, at the joke towards Mike. He put on a fake hurt face and pouted his lips before responding.

"That really hurts my feelings you know," he said.

"Can we just finish the game before sir whines a lot starts to cry," she said laughing slightly.

"Well if you insist," he smiled. "Sorry to break your heart princess but I got a flush, with an Ace of spades as the high card."

"Damn that's a good hand," she sighed. "I got me a flush to, and an Ace to though, and since you dealt the cards that would mean you'd win if we have the same hand."

"Thanks for the explanation," he said, "but I prefer to just get my reward and go-" she stopped his hand as it went towards the pile of snacks.

"Not so fast hotshot," she said. "I said it would, and I was right, you would beat me, if that Ace of Hearts wasn't followed by a king, queen, jack, and ten of hearts to go with it."

He stared at her shocked. "No way in hell you got a-

"Royal Flush," she said showing her cards. "Sorry Mikey, but that's Vegas luck on my side." She reached over the table and swept all the snack into her plastic bag smiling with a killer grin.

Melissa chuckled at Mikes now damaged ego and congratulated her friend, while Linda told him he'd win another game some other day, with a small subtle smirk, probably glad for her vengeance for her lost snacks. Emmy simply sat next to them both looking around and smiling at the scene

Near the window was Bones, watching them interact and bond while pretending to be reading his medical magazine.

"Hey Bones," called Mike over to him with a wide grin. "Get your skinny self over here and try to win back our food."

"Yeah," said Emmy. "No one gets a get out poker time free card on this jet."

"So get the hell over here so I can take your food from you," smirked Sam playfully. Melissa simply smiled and shook her head at the girls antics. Linda leaned back into the seat and looked at him expectantly.

He walked over to the rest of them. He sat down where Mike had been, across from Sam. "I shuffle the cards, and no cheating." The other team members cheered and smiled.

He glanced around at everyone for a second, the sight of them all together and excited and happy like this, he couldn't help but smile at it.

Maybe things wouldn't be perfect with the team, or it's members individually, but if it would always be like this, well, he could live with that.

Quote: 'I've often found that through the most Horrific periods, Tragic times, and Terrible event in history, comes the strongest bonds, most memorable friendships, and the sweetest loves.'

Next Time on CM: Rise of a new team: Doctor Spencer Reid is sent to consult on a case with the new team in which women who attend a traveling masquerade ball are being raped and brutaly murdered. It isn't long before tensions rise between Sam and her older brother at the discovery that she matches the victimology. She against her brother's and teams wishes , agrees to go under cover in a sting operation in an attempt to flush him out. Will Spencer accept that his sister has grown up, and will he finally admit his feelings to Melissa? Or will he lose them both before he as the chance to?