A/N: Ok so I just started watching Criminal Minds and, like every other breathing girl on the planet apparently, fell in love with Dr. Spencer Reid ( ; So I decided to try my hand at a more serious mystery/crime fic. I realized later its really similar to the episode "Revalations" but I really enjoyed writing it so I'm putting it up anyway haha. There's some stuff I made up so don't ne expecting it to be completely "Scientificly" accurate. It's gonna be 2 parts and I think part 2 is better than part 1, so please give it a chance and bare with me. And don't worry Part 2 is already typed, no procrastination for once ( ; So without further ado…enjoy!

The whole team minus Hotch was out for drinks. Hotch had told them there was a case he needed to look into more before showing them, So they shouldn't have to be in for a couple days. The rareness of this, of course, called for a celebration.

The club around them was booming as "Shots" caused the whole room to throb. A dim purple light lit up the round wooden table the team sat around. They were playing a drinking game. Questions were asked and if you got I wrong…drink. However after a round or two of nearly everyone but Reid having to drink, they changed it so you only had to drink if you got it right. In no time, Reid was wasted. Not I know what you're thinking. Dr. Reid…wasted? The team was thinking the same thing. Everyone else, mostly sober, were laughing there asses off at this new idea of a drunk Reid.

He was bouncing up and down to the song as Morgan, trying to keep a straight face, asked, "Alright Reid, next question.Which nation gave women the right to vote first? "

"Well…Dereccck," he said wiggling his eyebrows, "The answereee isss… New Zzzzealand… in 1893." Even drunk, he was still a genius. He then proceeded to close his eyes and sing in a very high voice, "Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots everybooodyyyy!" Then laughed hysterically at himself, along with the rest of the team. Suddenly J.J.'s phone buzzed. As she went outside to answere it, Reid reached for his beer glass on the table already littered with glasses and empty shots. Morgan caught him before he could take a sip.

"O.k. buddy, I think you have quite enough." He said laughing.

J.J. came back looking worried. "That was Hotch," she said "He wants everyone in immediately."

"Did you tell him Spencer can't walk in a straight line?" Emily said raising her eyebrows and swallowing giggles.

"I didn't get a chance. He said he didn't care if we were dying, he needed us in right away." She said turning around to go get the car,

"Oh boy." Said Rossi standing.

"Well this isn't gonna go good." Said Garcia "Come on genius," she said hoisting Reid up and supporting as he stumbled out the club and into the back seat of the car.

Rossi, J.J., Morgan, and Emily walked slowly into the conference room to a very serious looking Hotch. When they all filed in and took their seats, he did a quick head count, and frowning, asked, "where's Reid?"

"He's coming up with Garcia…" Morgan started, "Look Hotch you should know…we thought we had a couple days off, so…" but he was cut off when Garcia dragged Reid in.

You could smell the alcohol on him from across the room as he slurred "Wha-happened. Where's everybody go."

Hotch was clearly surprised then raised an eyebrow, waiting for someone to explain. Morgan took up his previous explanation. "Look we were just having some fun with the kid. We didn't know we'd be coming in tonight."

"O.k. I suppose I can't blame anyone for that. But now what are you supposed to do with him?" Hotch asked, annoyed.

"Look, we'll give him a cup of coffee, Garcia can drive him home and we'll prep them on the ride to wherever it is we're going tomorrow." Morgan offered.

Hotch sighed, it would be a set back, but what other choice did they have? "Fine. Garcia do you mind?"

"Of course not sir." She replied cheerfully, then tugging Reid out the door said, "Come on Boy Wonder, we're going for another ride." Reid mumbled something unintelligible and with that, they were gone.

When they left everyone turned their attention back to Hotch.

"so what's this all about?" Emily asked finally.

"Last week, Kevin Halmidge of Oakland Maryland went missing. He was one of 13 accounted for to disappear in Garrett County, Maryland." Hotch said.

"So we think there's a killer out there?" Rossi cut in.

"We know." Hotch corrected him. "This unsub wants everyone to know what he's doing. He takes pictures and videos of the victim being tortured, and sends it to the victim's family and loved ones."

"Cant's they track him through the videos." J.J. asked.

"Apparently he can hack into their computers without leaving a trail to follow. One more thing, the unsub has a signature of sorts. The last picture the families of the victim gets is the grave of the victim."

"So you're saying this guy burries his victims in his yard?" Morgan asked in disbelief.

"Not just that," Hotch said solemnly, "The writing on the tomb stones is always that of the victim to whom it belongs."

"O.k." Emily said slowly, shaking her head, "So this guy kidnaps his victim, tortures them, sending videos and pictures of it to their families, then makes them carve their own tombstone, and burries them in his yard?"

"Yes, and we don't know when he'll strike again, so everyone get some sleep. We leave first thing tomorrow morning." Hotch replied grimly, and walked out of the room.

Kevin Halmidge was sitting on a simple wooden chair in a dark room, breathing heavily as blood oozed out of a large cut on his head. A large man walked up to him, a leather belt in his hand. And set a video camera up. He then went to work bloodying his victim as their screams rang throughout his head. Suddenly he was in another place. He saw himself as a young boy, wailing as his father beat down on him with a belt similar to the one he was using now. The anger with his heartless father fueled him as he was brought back to the present, and he intensified his strength as he continued to beat his victim. His frown turned into a menacing smile as his victim whimpered, just as he had so long ago. But he was no longer that weak defenseless boy. He was now older…the more dominant male, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

Back on the plane, Reid sat with one hand clutching a large cup of coffee and the other pressed to his throbbing head in pain.

"Wow Reid," Morgan joked, "I never saw you as a party animal…that is, until I saw you across from me drinking like there's no tomorrow and singing pop music that is."

"I don't believe that's valid… seeing as I was under the influence of alcohol…and it didn't help that you kept feeding it to me either." He replied good naturedly.

They all laughed as he went back to reading the case file. "alright then, we're sorry if we took advantage of you and ruined your perfect little record." Emily said smirking.

"Yeah apologize to my head." He replied without looking up from the folder in his lap.

The light mood vanished though when Hotch walked in and reported that they'd be landing in 10 minutes.

"So if this guy keep his bodies, how do we know they're actually dead?" Reid asked.

Emily handed him the pictures of the tombstones, and Hotch also added, "I also got word that 3 of the families received their victimis bodies with a simple note, each saying the same thing. His graveyard was filling up to quickly and he needed more room."

"so we know this guy's gonna strike again…soon." Rossi said.

"what I don't get," Reid said frowning, "Is this guy goes through so much trouble to make sure his victims suffer as much as possible."

"Like revenge," Morgan put it.

"Right," Reid continued, "It seems like he must know the victims personally, being so angry at them for something, but there aren't any obvious connections to be seen."

"Maybe he's using them to take revenge on someone or something from his past?" J.J. asked.

"Or maybe he's just crazy." Emily said.

"The guys so smart though…he plans out ever step with complete control. Even if he has a mental illness, he can't be completely crazy." Rossi reasoned.

"Alright," Hotch cut it as they landed, "Here's the plan. Garcia, I need files on every known victim We're looking for a connection no matter how small."

"Coming right up." Garcia chirped from her computer screen before clicking out.

"Prentiss, J.J., I need you to go to the hospital. Get the medicall reports on the 3 bodies that were sent back. See if you can get some usefull information from them." Hotch continued "Reid and Morgan I want you at the latest crime scene. At Kevin Halmidge's house. Look at the scene and those torture videos. Rossi, you and I will Look at the other victim's cases and help Garcia with this connections." Everyone nodded as he finished and stood to go their separate ways, to get their piece of the puzzle.

Morgan and Reid walked past the yellow police, pausing to show their badges to the officer on guard, and into the apartment of Kevin Halmidge. The carpet was spattered with dried blood, and officers carefully walked around snapping pictures and jotting down notes.

A man walked up to them and shook Morgan's hand as Reid started looking around, "Roger. Roger Clandstine." He said introducing himself.

"Hey, " Morgan said, "I'm agent Morgan, and this is agent Reid. We're from the FBI we're here to take a look at your case. Are you in charge here?"

"yep," said Roger, "This has been going on for to long now. It's a real shame too. Kevin was a good kid.

"You knew him?" aked Morgan.

"Yeah," Roger said, "I was friends with his Mama. He was just starting out. Got his first job recently. He was going to be an architect. From what I heard he was good to."

"Where'd he get the job?" Reid asked.

"Carman & Sons, just down the road." Roger replied.

"Hey Reid, take a look at this!" Morgan called out all of a sudden. On the floor there was a book. Spattered with blood. "Looks like he got the initial blow here." Morgan said.

"Then dragged the body out the door." Reid said, following a trail of blood. "No scuff marks or break in the line. He didn't try to fight back."

"More like he couldn't." Morgan said, "That's on big book. Kid was probably out cold from when he was hit until well after he was out of here."

"Right but the weight doesn't mean anything without a great deal of strength. To lift a heavy object like that, then bring it down so hard, I'd say you needed at least 30 newtons of force to knock out a manwith one blow."

"so this guy's not just smart…he's strong." Morgan concluded.

"So as far as the torture goes, it seems he uses many different…approaches." Reported the doctor to J.J. and Emily. "I guess he likes to keep it frsh. Between the 3 we've seen everything from to burns, bruises, cuts, and even evidence of them being skinned."

Emily shuddered at the thought, but asked, "Anything the three have in common?"

"They all appear to have large bruises on the back of their head, which would have led to concussion, and what appears to be whip marks on the back." He said.

"SO he's a fan of whipping….wonder why?" J.J. said.

"One more thing they all have in common," said the doctor, "When they died they were all breathing in dirt."

"Wait…so he buried them alive?" Emily asked.

"That's how it appears ma'am." The doctor said.

Hotch and Rossi were sitting in a pile of files. They were looking for a connection between the victims, but so far couldn't find anything except how they were abducted, with a hard blow to the head then dragged out unconscious, and the fact that they were all young men. Uddenly Garcia popped up on the screen. "Hey," she said, "So I've searched every file out there on the victims. There's nothing I can see to connect them."

"Are you sure you searched everything?" Hotch said.

"I can send you the files and keep looking but I'm not seeing anything." She said

"Alright thanks Garcia." He said

"No problem." She responded, and then was gone.

Reid and Morgan had spent the last 2 hours looking at the torture videos and pictures the unsub had send each victims family. They were horrifying and painful to watch, but they did contain some very helpful information..

In one, as the unsub beat the victim with a black leather belts, he shouted "That's right, scream! Just as I did when I was weak and my father did this to me!" In other's he said things like "This is for mom," or "this is what you get Dad." Or "you shouldn't have hurt her!"

"Ah, I see." Reid said when they finished.

"care to share?" Morgan said.

"well obviously his dad beat him when he wass young. But I think something else is going on. I think his dad killed his mom, in front of him. That's why he wants the victim's loved ones to see them being tortured." Reid explained.

"And now he's taking out his anger on his dad on those weaker than him. Because he's stronger now." Morgan concluded.

"We have to get this back to Hotch" Ried said. In the profile room, police and detectives sat around with notepads listening to the team describe the murder they were looking for.

"He experienced a lot of stress as a child," Reid stated."As a result he'll have antisocial traits. He'll be angry and won't get along well in public. He might try to keep to himself and lash out at others if disturbed."

"He'll be big, strong." Morgan said "most likely white and in his early 40's."

"He may have some kind of mental disease." Said Hotch. "He'll act weird, nervous around people."

"He may also have a learning disability. He may not talk in proper sentences, and he was probably arrested for minor crimes as a child. And he won't want to talk about his parents." Reid finished.

"Alright you've got your notes. Get to work" Roger said.

After everyone left Garcia popped up on the computer, her eyes wide. "I've got something!" she said quickly.

"Talk to us baby." Morgan said walking over to the computer.

"Every victim called in the Best Buy door-to-door fix-it service just before they were abducted." She breathed.

"Rossi come with me." Hotch said standing to leave.

Hotch and Rossi sat across the owner of the local Best Buy. Rossi got straight to the point as he said, "We're looking for someone. We think he may work for you door-to-door service. Do you haveany employees that don't get along well with others. Is angry often?"

"Lot's of my employees are angry." Said the owner shrugging.

Hotch leaned forward. "He had a troubled childhood. Abuse, murder, his dad may have been arrested, his mom killed?"

"Wait a second…oh! Well that's Tom Bohens" the owner said showin them a picture of a large angry looking man.

Rossi look at hotch. They stood at the same time. Rossi thanked the man as Hotch dialed Garcia.

"Talk to me." She said picking up immediately.

"Garcia, I need you to look up a Tom Bohens."

"Tom Bohens." She responded after a few clicking noises were heard. "His dad was arrested when he was 18 for the murder of his wife and for child abuse. He had some minor crimes until he started working at Best Buy and drops off the map."

"We found our killer," he said to Rossi. To Garcia he said, "He has a home?"

"Yeah in town, but apparently he hasn't been there recently."

"Great work Garcia, send the coordinates to my GPS he said hanging up and calling the rest of the team to meet him at Tom's house immediately.

They all got there within minutes and hopped out of the car, running into the house with guns raised. They ran into the house. All inside was normal except for a huge station of computers and video cameras that flashed the torture pictures and videos.

After confirming the house was empty Reid called out, "He hasn't been here in days. He must have another house where he does his 'dirty work'"

"If Garcia can hack these computers we may be able to find it." Emily said gesturing to the computers.

"I'll call her and tell her to come out. Let's all search the rest of the house and see if we can find anything." Hotch said.

The all spread out. Reid wandered into a room with large windows. The floor was scattered with papers. He picked up an old crumpled piece of paper and flattened it out revealing and old English peom. There were some words on it that were capitalized. His eyes narrowed as his mind put things together. "Oh my god." He finally muttered, "I know where he is." He turned around to tell the others but unfortunately in his concentration, he didn't notice the large figure that snuck its way behind him, and he didn't have time to scream when the figure brought a bat down on his head, knocking out the light and putting him into a world of darkness.

So what did you think? I'll Put up part 2 if I feel like people are enjoying it, and hopefully it'll create some nice suspense (: Plleeaaasssee review! It makes my day! And thanks for reading!