"Relax, Hales. Your husband isn't going to abandon me. He's still my adopted brother, you know." I rolled my eyes.

"Adopted or not, he has the memory of a goldfish. I just don't want you to get lost. He probably didn't even send you a car to pick you up." She scoffed.

"Well, you're right about that, but I brought my car over here. Just because I'm here for one case doesn't mean I'm not bringing Zeus along with me." I retorted.

"You named your Porsche Zeus?" She questioned.

"Once you get a Porsche, call me back." I smirked a bit. "Alright, I just got to the police department where his team should be unless they're running late. I'll call you later." I got out of my smooth black vehicle.

"Tell me if he isn't there. I'll be sure to yell at him when he gets home." She joked.

"You just worry about taking care of my nephew." I flashed my badge at the security guard who was about to stop me by the doors.

"Speaking of." I could hear Jack's faint cries.

"Bye, Hales." And I hung up the phone before walking into the police department. "Hope you didn't get too far without me." I made my presence as I walked in.

"Where have you been?" Aaron stormed over to me.

"Blame your wife." I shrugged my shoulders. "By the way, you're welcome. She won't be yelling at you thanks to me." I smiled up at him.

"Good to see you, too, Suparna." He gave me a hug, letting his guard down for a moment. "I'm sure you received the case file from JJ's fax." He led me over to the evidence boards against the wall.

"Of course. LDSK, huh?" I placed my hands on my hips. Then, my phone started to ring. "Not in the mood for some joke you read in the paper, Robert. I'm working." I informed him before ending it.

"Who was that?" Aaron's overprotective nature reeked.

"Robert Mueller. The director of the FBI?" I recalled for him.

"So. You're the famous Suparna Hotch couldn't shut up about." The two men came up to us.

"Couldn't shut up, huh?" I glanced over at Aaron. "Suparna Hotch, pleasure to meet you guys." I shook their hands out of respect.

"This is Special Agent Derek Morgan, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid." My brother introduced them. "And that is Detective Calvin of the Des Plaines Police Department." He motioned to an elder woman. "Guys, this is my little sister, Suparna. She's an ex–FBI agent who's now a private investigator." He motioned towards me.

"Dude, if this is your whole team, I'm gonna need to bring in my whole team." I muttered to him.

"Gideon, JJ, and Agent Greenaway are at the Metropolitan Hospital with Dr. Barry Landman. And Penelope Garcia is back at the BAU." He replied. Agent Morgan excused himself for a moment.

"Cool. Now, tell me about all this business." I scanned the various pictures and maps pasted to the board. "Damn, what does this bastard like about abdomens?" I grimaced.

"We think the shooter has intimate knowledge of law enforcement procedures." Aaron mentioned.

"Detective Calvin, how far out of your jurisdiction was crime scene number two?" Dr. Reid asked her.

"About a sixth a mile. Why?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"If he knew how difficult it is for local police departments to interact with each other, he may have intentionally crossed jurisdiction lines." Dr. Reid suggested.

"That would give him more time to leave without being seen." I agreed with him. "But I'm sure a regular city person couldn't know that kind of detail." I turned to the detective.

"You're saying the shooter is a cop." She leaned against the wall.

"We're saying it's a possibility." Aaron clarified. "He scouted and prepped each crime scene. He chose an elevated position with excellent enfilade and perfect field of fire." He detailed.

"That's textbook military practice." She shrugged her shoulders. "But maybe he was in the army." She thought out loud, thinking on our path.

"Probably a marine, ranger, or other specialized unit." Morgan joined us once again. "Garcia says the bullet was a .223. Fired from an M–4 variant of the M–16." She must be their technical analyst.

"All the services use M–4s." Reid pointed out.

"It's got a shorter barrel than the M–16. It's less accurate, and it's a lot harder to fire, especially at these distances." Morgan supported the idea.

"Well, obviously this guy's had a lot of specialized training if he can fire that kind of a weapon." I added.

"If he's had specialized training, he knows exactly what he's doing." Reid built off of my statement.

"He intended to wound them." Hotch nodded his head.

"Underkill is deliberate. Everything he does is deliberate, but it's as if he needs to show us how smart he is." Aaron looked up at us.

"Since the crime scenes aren't centered around one single location, Garcia can't get a geographic profile without additional data." Morgan shook his head.

"What kind of data?" Calvin furrowed her brows.

"More crime scenes." Morgan sighed.

"She's gonna get 'em. This guy's got something to prove." Aaron stated.

"We just gotta figure out what that is until he causes another fatality." I stood up taller. Soon, the PD received a call for another shooting at a restaurant. JJ, Greenaway, and Gideon went over to the crime scene. Once they got back, the team was ready to give their profile.

"This initial profile is not ready to be given to the media. Releasing this profile prematurely can get people killed." The blonde woman spoke up. From her reference to the media, I'm guessing this is JJ.

"We're looking for a thirty to forty–year–old male veteran, driving a car large enough to shoot from, but not so large it was noticed." Aaron took over. "Like the Beltway Shooter, it's probably a sedan, customized to conceal the shooter, his weapon, and the sound of his shot. The UnSub suffers from both narcissistic and paranoid personality disorders. He works out obsessively and never without a weapon. He's completely self–centered and cannot empathize with others. Incapable of admitting fault, he blames his shortcomings on those around him. He has no friends, and his career history has been marked by frequent job changes. He's drawn to high-stakes jobs by a need to prove his superiority to a world he perceives has undervalued him, and these shootings are the ultimate expression of that need. We believe he changes jurisdictions intentionally and strikes during the first/second shift change, indicating and intimate knowledge of law enforcement." He continued.

"You're saying he's one of us." An officer retorted.

"We're saying he once was or is now a police officer." My brother clarified.

"Is he driving a white van, too?" Another officer sank back into his chair, making the others laugh.

"Enough." The chief made them shut up. "That'll be all for now. We can talk in my office." He turned to me and the rest of the team. Detective Calvin, Aaron, JJ, and the chief headed into a private room to discuss.

"Uh, Agent Morgan, could I get Ms. Garcia's number? I'd like to go over some things with her." I requested.

"Please. Call me Derek." He accidentally dropped the file in his hand.

"Sorry." We apologized to each other unnecessarily before trying to reach down to grab it. Just my luck, our heads hit each other's.

"Great way to make a first impression." I chuckled while rubbing the sore spot.

"Right back at you." He did the same thing. "Here." He wrote down the woman's number on a notecard and handed it to me.

"Thank you, Age—Derek." I smiled politely before walking away from him. The entire team, excluding Gideon and JJ, and I went out to Franklin Park.

"Suparna, go to your right a bit more." Aaron directed me through the walkie–talkie.

"Call it beginner's intuition, but I think he's here." I whispered to him and the others connected to the channel. My brother called Garcia, and she got a location right here in the park. She ended up tracking the cellphone to the guy playing the UnSub, Scott McCarty. We watched SWAT come in from behind the car while we acted natural. They let off a smoke bomb to clear his view, and the rest of us got down. SWAT knocked him to the ground and cuffed him. Suddenly, someone shot him through the head, but it wasn't any of our men. I grabbed the gun I keep between my back and pants. We went back to PD with none of us getting hurt.

"How did McCarty end up playing the UnSub?" We gathered into a conference room.

"Weight punished McCarty for mouthing off during the profile briefing by making him the UnSub and sticking him in the trunk of the car all afternoon." Calvin answered.

"Then how did the UnSub find out about the reenactment?" JJ furrowed her brows.

"Come on. Cops talk." Derek spoke up. "Pissed–off cops talks loud—at home, at the bar, at gyms, and to anyone who'll listen." He shrugged.

"If that happened, he could have been waiting for us in the trunk of whatever dingy car he drives." I added.

"Our UnSub went from wounding civilians to executing a police officer, so he's escalated. He's not staying on script." Gideon analyzed.

"Sometimes, it's what they don't do." Aaron responded.

"He did not pick McCarty at random. He didn't take the gut shot." Spence listed out the differences.

"Why?" My brother questioned.

"Wants to send a message." Gideon answered.

"'Nobody takes credit for my work'." Aaron quoted.

"Yes, sir. His ego won't allow it. He feels underappreciated." Gideon went off of Aaron's statements.

"But we still don't know why he wounds them." JJ mentioned.

"Excuse me." Derek left when his phone started to ring.

"We know if the killer has no contact with his victims, he will contact the media." Gideon stated.

"But he hasn't contacted the media." Greenaway shook her head.

"And there's only way." Aaron agreed.

"Garcia nailed down the geographical profile." Derek rejoined us. "The crime scenes are centered on two separate locations." He reiterated information.

"The hospitals." Aaron finished for him. We got off at the medical center by the Metropolitan Hospital to get something out of Barry Landman.

"Okay. Courtesy of Garcia." Derek got the paper out of the fax machine. "Landman was army, started out in MP school. So there's your law enforcement." He held it in a way where I could see. "But he was smart, got a degree on Uncle Sam, and ended up a doctor with special forces and bounced around from hospital to hospital since his discharge in...2001." He set down the paper.

"Has Dr. Landman been under any unusual strain? Has he had a reprimand? Has he had any kind of major blow to his ego?" Gideon stared at the window and interrogated the receptionist.

"Last month, he was passed over for chief of surgery." She answered.

"Let's get a warrant for his house. Let's see if we find the weapon." Gideon turned to us.

"Cool." I got up from my chair at the same time as Derek. "Guess we're going together." I shrugged my shoulders before walking out of the room.

"Got a gun?" He held out his to me.

"I'll do you one better." I pulled out the gun I kept hidden on my back and the other hidden in my left boot. "Do you wanna drive?" I tossed him my keys.

"Porsche? Nice." He smirked.

"Wait up!" We turned around to see Agent Greenaway. "Elle Greenaway, but you can call me Elle." She extended her hand out to me.

"Suparna Hotchner, but I prefer Suparna." I shook her hand, and we headed out the door. Once we got back, one of the floors where my brother, Reid, and staff were was being held hostage by the UnSub, who was not Landman.

"He joined the army at eighteen, went to ranger school, did six years before being honorably discharged in '95 for conduct unbecoming, obviously lied about it and joined the Arlington PD." Derek summarized.

"You were right. He was a cop." JJ turned to me.

"For nine months. When they found out he lied about the discharge, they kicked him out. Soon thereafter, Dowd got his nursing license. He's been bouncing from hospital to hospital ever since." Elle added.

"If Dowd thinks he's gonna get away with holding my brother hostage, he's got another thing coming for him." I placed my hands on my hips.

"Come on. It's Hotch. What can this guy possibly to do to him?" Derek assured me. SWAT got ready to capture the UnSub and rescue Aaron, Reid, and all the staff from that floor. As soon as I saw my brother's face, I pushed past the other agents.

"I hate you so much." I wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

"Suparna, I'm fine." He hugged me back. Outside, Reid and Aaron got checked out by a couple of EMTs. The team was getting ready to board their plane. "You sure you don't need a lift?" The team turned to me.

"Who's gonna drive Zeus back if I go back with you guys?" I smiled. "I'll meet you there at 2300." I mocked a salute before heading to my car. I waited for them to take off before getting on the road.