"Danielle Barnett, the fourth victim of a serial rapist, was found by campers yesterday in Capital State Forest. Our prayers and condolences go to Barnett's while they grieve. The FBI and local police with cadaver dogs are canvasing the forest as we speak for any sign of webshow host Carly Shay. How much longer will it take them to solve these mysterious crimes parading all in Washington State? If you have any information, please call the toll free number on the screen, thank you." The number appeared on the screen and JJ's lips turned into a frown; she stepped out of the building to find reporters just outside, trying to get every word out of the liaison. She ignored their questions and pushed out of the crowd to find Reid and Rossi just outside the circle. They didn't seem to hound her once she got to the profilers deciding it was best to leave the scene.

"We have a problem," Reid's hands were opening and closing into fists and that wasn't ever a good sign.

"What? Besides the fact reporters somehow got info on the investigation even though we told the officers to keep everything private?" JJ's face was reddening with anger, her knuckles turning white at the same time.

"Well," The younger agent looked apprehensively at Rossi before turning his attention to the fuming blonde. "He's evolving. Danielle was shot execution style, not strangled like the others." He spoke quietly to avoid being heard by a reporter, even though there were none in sight.

"He must've seen the news. He's in a hurry and will make a mistake." Rossi added.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna kill that fucking shithead! Agent Hotchner look at this!" The agents heard Sam shout from outside and thought now would be a good time to go back inside from the pouring rain. Reid closed the umbrella when they arrived at the doorstep, following Rossi in after. They heard Hotch barking orders into his cellphone while holding Sam's.

Hoping for answers, Rossi walked over to JJ. "What just happened?"

"The unsub sent Sam a video of him... ra-"

"I've heard enough," Reid interrupted.

"Anyway. Hotch glimpsed at the video and sent it to Garcia for any facial recognition." The profilers looked over to Hotch who handed back Sam her phone; however the blonde's hand was shaking so badly she couldn't grab it. The boy, Freddie, quickly took it and set it in front of her. Her hand quickly stuffed it in her pocket and was just staring at the wall across her. It was a pitiful sight as the teens just saw their best friend in that state. Reid broke out into a jog to the victimology board where the laptops they had been using rested. Curious of the boy's rush, JJ and Rossi followed to find him typing at almost Garcia speed to iCarly.c-o-m. (FF isn't letting me leave the link alone.)

While the site loaded, Reid turned around to explain himself. "If he sent those pictures to Sam, he wants the attention. Our attention." He took a glance at Spencer Shay who was dragging his to walk into the police station then returned his attention to Freddie. "Did you get anything? Pictures, videos?"

"Yeah, why?" He inquired but received no answer as Reid returned to JJ who looked absolutely mortified and Rossi whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. It wasn't pretty and Reid turned the laptop his way, ducking his face in his hands after only a few seconds. The comedy website these teen girls had created had been hacked and the server wiped clean. He didn't want to say what it had been turned in to.

"We need Garcia on this." Reid muttered and dialed said person. "Garcia, go to . Be prepared as the unsub's changed a few things. After a long silence, Reid mumbled, "Still there?"

"Uh... uh-yeah,"

"I know you really don't want to look but can you hack into it? Get me an address?" They heard the clicking of her fingertips hitting the keys but that was about it, aside from the footsteps of police officers walking in and out.

"Cabin 8 in the same forest where Danielle was found." Her voice was quick, like Reid's thoughts. "He did attempt to cover his tracks but no one hides from the Oracle of Quantico that is Penelope Garcia."

"Thanks," He replied. "I'll see you soon, hopefully." JJ and Rossi watched as boy genius dialed another number; hopefully he wouldn't stop short of finding Carly.

"Hey Reid, there's nothing out here but cabins and trees."

"Of course you won't find it. Go to cabin 8. The unsub's been uploading videos there but Carly won't be there. Try something underground. The dogs are our best shot; either that or feel around for a trapdoor."

"Kay, I'll let everybody know. Take someone up with you to the cabin. I'm gonna get CSU to meet you there."

"I'll get JJ and Rossi," Reid answered and hung up. "Where's Hotch?" He asked Rossi who was standing closer to him.

"I'm over here; Reid, what's going on?" He asked calmly.

"Search parties with Morgan and Prentiss are searching for a trapdoor leading underground. Someone needs to stay here with Sam and Freddie in case they get anything else."

"I'll stay," Hotch volunteered and the others didn't argue but instead followed Reid as he took long, hurried strides to the SUV's parked outside. He hopped in the driver seat with JJ next to him and Rossi behind. Reid turned on the sirens and for once didn't think once about the speed limit, taking full advantage of the sirens. They approached the box office and Reid flashed his badge, Rossi and JJ following his lead just to be safe.

"I need a map to cabin 8." The employee inside heard the rush in his tone and wordlessly handed over a map. He sat in the chair as the black SUV sped off.

"We'll need to get Garcia on hacking in quickly." Rossi reminded while the trio walked in the door. Crap, CSU hadn't gotten there yet.

"We may not need to." JJ mentioned while gazing at the computer screens which added to seven monitors covered in pictures of Carly.

"What's that?" He pointed to a link labeled '9/18/10', today. JJ circled the mouse over to the file, pressing her index finger down, not knowing what to expect. Rossi leaned in to get a good look at the dimly lit room.

"It's pouring rain and you don't hear a thing." He pointed out.

"Too bad you don't get that luxury above ground too." JJ moved the hair out of her face to better see the raindrops falling outside. "That makes it official." She dialed Reid only to confirm his initial finding.