-September 2, 2:44 A.M.-

Ciel looked around. Prentiss had left him alone for a few minutes in a windowed room, an untouched hot chocolate in front of him. The boy considered it to be their base of operations, but he never really thought he would be at the B.A.U. offices so soon.

As his eyes scanned over the bullpen seen through the open door, he spotted a woman with rather loud colored clothing with matching glasses and blonde hair styled down with a bright blue headband. She was staring at him for a moment before she realized she was noticed and walked off to a room on the open second level. Ciel pondered what the stare meant, and it was obvious to him that it was not good. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone approaching him.

"Ciel."

The voice was low and soothing, which meant that they still thought he was shaken up. Ciel adjusted himself accordingly, "Yes?" Prentiss had returned and joining her was Agent Rossi. "We need to ask you some questions about what happened," she explained. The boy nodded and the two agents sat at the table, one of the very few furnishings of the room.

"Why were you in such an area by yourself?" started Prentiss. Ciel looked down at the table. His actions told Prentiss and Rossi that he either knew something or did something he shouldn't have. "I…um…well…actually, I wasn't by myself originally. I was visiting my older brother." Both agents immediately thought back to the Watchdog. Rossi took a photo out of a file folder he had brought. He pushed it towards Ciel as he asked, "Would this happen to be your brother?" Ciel lifted his head slightly to look at the picture. He looked up at him confused. "It is, but why do you have a picture of him?"

Time and time again Ciel had used the Watchdog as a scapegoat for the Phantomhives over the years. The Watchdog was a fleeting shadow to the world of light, hidden in the crevices of the underworld. The Phantomhive "family" was known the world over as the founders of one of the largest companies in their present day. Sacrificing the Watchdog every now and again was worth shedding any ill thoughts that were cast onto the Phantomhive name.

"Why were you and your brother in that neighborhood, and where is he?" asked Rossi, pushing aside Ciel's question for the moment. The young boy didn't seem hesitant in answering. "He had to see some business associates of his, but he promised to take me somewhere after. I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't know where he went to after you showed up though." The two agents were silent. "Excuse us a moment," Rossi said as he stood with Prentiss following suit.

Rossi and Prentiss exited the room and headed for the conference room. They saw Reid looking over some documents, but no Morgan. "Where's Morgan?" asked Prentiss. Their younger colleague didn't tear his eyes away from the papers but answered. "Hotch called and sent him to a bank downtown. He was able to get something from the victim before she passed out. Apparently, all the victims knew each other. I'm looking over their histories again to see if there was anything we missed, and Garcia is digging some more." Reid finally looked away from his documents. "What did Ciel say?"

"Well, he told us he was there with his older brother, who he identified as the Watchdog," explained Prentiss. "But he doesn't seem to know who his brother is or what he does," added Rossi, "So far in the copy-cat case he seems like a bystander who happened upon a grisly scene, but concerning the Watchdog he is very much involved."

"Hey, guys."

They looked over at the doorway and saw Garcia. "Daddy Phantomhive is here for his son." After a second of thinking, Rossi turned to Prentiss. "Prentiss, go get Ciel. I'm going to have a chat with Mr. Phantomhive."

Rossi quickly found Mr. Phantomhive who was being led to the bullpen. Just as his picture showed, the man was a mirror image of an older Ciel Phantomhive. "Mr. Phantomhive, I'm sorry for the early call," Rossi apologized as he offered his hand. Mr. Phantomhive accepted it and shook his hand. "No worries at all, I got here as soon as I could. Is he alright? I never realized Ciel had been away."

"Your son is fine and is with one of our agents right now. If I may ask, where did you believe your son was?" asked Rossi. The father sighed. "I realize I should be more aware, but I was certain he was in our hotel room. He even called from the room phone when he last called me at my office. We talk more over the phone then in person."

"Around what time was that exactly?"

"About 10:30 before he went to bed supposedly."

Rossi nodded. "Mr. Phantomhive, do you have an older son?" The man paused for a second. "I do. Although we haven't spoken in a while, we had a falling out a few years ago," he explained. Rossi started to see why Ciel had been a little hesitant about saying who he had been with. "Does Ciel stay in touch with his brother?" Mr. Phantomhive shook his head, "As far as I know, no, he does not. What exactly does my eldest son have anything to do with this?"

"Ciel says he was with his brother before finding the victim. He doesn't know where he is right now though." Mr. Phantomhive's face suddenly fell. "I see," was his only response. The agent wondered what caused the sudden change. "What does your son do for a living, Mr. Phantomhive?" asked Rossi. The man's expression didn't change. "I don't know. I would like to see my son now."

-3:25 A.M.-

Hotch quickly walked into the conference room where most of his team sat waiting, Morgan right behind him. "What did you find out from the son?" he asked right away. "He was with his older brother who he confirmed to be the Watchdog, but his whereabouts are unknown," reported Prentiss. "There's a direct connection to the Watchdog, who is his older brother, but he doesn't seem aware of what he does. But there's no definite link to the copy-cat case," added Rossi.

"Don't be so sure," said Morgan. The team turned to him who looked at Hotch. "There were two notes in the victim's wounds, which were removed before we got on the scene," started Hotch, "One for us, and the other for the other person or group mentioned in the unsub's first communication." Morgan put a box a little bigger than his palm and three sheets of paper each in their own evidence bags on the table everyone sat around. "The note addressed to us had instructions to find this in a safety deposit box at a bank downtown. Inside was a ring with a note."

Rossi reached for the notes as Reid grabbed the box.

Agent Aaron Hotchner and team,

I thought that you all would see through his tricks, but it seems that even you are having difficulties with a master of games. A little helping hand is what you need and what I am offering. Take these and a piece of advice: Do not believe what that blasted boy tells you. He is much more than you think he is.

"Boy? Is he talking about Ciel?" asked Prentiss. "Well we were led to the Phantomhive family with the signet ring, so he could be the one the unsub is talking about," Morgan thought aloud. Prentiss turned to Reid. "So then what's-… is that real?!" The young agent was examining a silver ring with a sizeable emerald-cut blue gem adorning it that had been in the box, which still held another ring with a similar stone but of a much smaller size. "It is, but I don't think it's a sapphire," Reid said as he looked at the inside of the band. There were some indentations as if it had been engraved, but the years had rubbed it nearly smooth.

"Well whoever the unsub is talking about, there's some hate directed to whoever it is," Rossi announced.

It may have gone your way that time, but consider the control out of your hands this time. Count your days, I will undo you.

"'That time,' so they have a history," stated Prentiss. Rossi dropped the notes on the table. "And there's a score to settle."

-3:10 A.M.-

"So you have decided to use the Watchdog as a means of escaping suspicion."

Ciel and his "father" were a few steps away from the car that they had been using over the past few days. "Yes, the Watchdog isn't very active here anyway," explained Ciel, "I hope you remembered your script." His "father" smiled and nodded, "Of course, down to the last letter." When they reached the car, Ciel opened the door of the backseat as his "father" opened the driver's side. Once they were in, Ciel directed a scowl at the man in the driver's seat. "As soon as we're a distance away, get rid of that disguise."

"Very well, sir."

The car quickly found its way to the street and the driver soon changed appearance. Dark blue undertone hair was removed and revealed to be a wig, and underneath it hair blacker then Raven's feathers. Deep blue eyes were shown to be contacts as they were removed and revealed the true mixture of amber and crimson eyes of the driver. "What do you have planned now, young master?" Ciel was staring out the window thinking of what Sebastian reported had been in the safety deposit box mentioned in one of the letters. He never thought he would see or hear of them again.

"Why to find the culprit of course."

-8:27 A.M.-

Bethany Willoughby bit back a yawn as she walked toward her Funtom office with a large cup of coffee. She had a lot of work today and wanted to get a jump on everything. Her secretary greeted her as like every morning. She grabbed a stack of paperwork from her as like every morning. The fear in her secretary's eyes…wait, fear? There was something very wrong, Bethany could sense it.

She decided not to differentiate from her usual morning routine. "Thank you, Karen." She strode down the hall before stopping in place and spinning around. "Oh! Karen, could you make extra copies of the presentation for the 9:30 meeting. I just received a last minute confirmation." Karen nodded but seemed hesitant, "I'll have them ready in a few minutes." Bethany waited until she was a distance away. She started for her office again at a quicker pace.

Before reaching the door, she quietly placed her coffee and stack of paperwork on a table with a decorative vase on the way. But even with all the preparation, the woman would not be able to stand up to whatever waited for her on her own.

The second she opened her door, a shot rang out and she barely dodged the bullet for it to just graze her. The slow numbing sensation that she started to feel from her wound told her she had a minute before her reflexes would start to slow. It seemed that the assailant knew her style and quickly went for her right leg where she kept her favorite gun strapped. She was trained to react, but she wasn't prepared for there being another two assailants. She was pinned within seconds.

"Sorry for the rough hello, Bethany."

The woman followed the voice to her desk and saw someone she didn't think would show his face around her or their group.

"Well if it isn't Diedrich Jr."