"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya. Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama." I sang as I bounded into the BAU with my usual cup of coffee.

"Someone's excited for two weeks of pure heaven." Derek smirked at me.

"I can't imagine what two weeks away from this place is gonna feel like." Elle leaned back in her chair.

"Well, you know, you better thank your man upstairs for making it for the whole team, otherwise you know they'd find a reason to bring us back up in here." Derek took a seat at his desk.

"They've got other teams." Elle let out a groan.

"But we're the best." I sat down on the edge of Derek's desk in front of him.

"Okay, you two can go on believing that if you want to, but I am not answering my cellphone." Derek shook his head at us.

"Sounds like a plan." The three of us clinked our mugs together.

"There he is. Pretty boy." Derek wrapped an arm around my waist and led me over to Spencer's desk. "Last chance. I can get my man to swing you a hotel room for practically nothing. Even you might get a little lovin' out there." He offered to Spencer.

"Thanks anyway." Spencer placed a couple of items in his messenger bag.

"Come on, Reid. Live a little." Derek encouraged him.

"I have to go. I'm going home." He barely even looked at us. "Have a good one guys." He wished us before leaving.

"Bye." Elle and I called out to him.

"He look okay to you two?" Derek asked us.

"Looks about the way I would if I was gonna spend two weeks with my family." Elle shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey, don't knock family. I'm gonna get nothing but for the next 336 hours." Aaron came down the stairs from his office with his bag in hand.

"Mm, good for you." Derek smiled at him.

"Haley's got a list of chores a mile long. I can't wait. The biggest decision I gotta make is what I'm gonna do first." He could practically contain his excitement.

"I bet you she has a thought or two about that as well." Elle nodded her head.

"Believe me. She so does." I chuckled a little.

"Bring it on." He headed out the door.

"I'll be lost in a cabin in the woods for the next two weeks. Do not call me for anything. Have a great time. You all deserve a break." Gideon wished us. "Seriously. Don't-Don't call." He practically begged us and walked out.

"Guess what. I brought the red sparkly bikini that I finally get a chance to wear." I whispered to Derek. Soon, we were in Montego Bay, Jamaica. The three of us lay in beach chairs, soaking in the sun.

"Come on. Did I lie to y'all?" Derek asked us.

"You did not lie." Elle and I said at the same time, making him laugh. "Oh, yes. Thank you." A waitress set down our drinks on the little tables. The three of us clinked our glasses. After downing my drink in a sip, I got up.

"If you two don't mind, I would like to go play a little beach volleyball." I stood up and removed my coverup skirt, making Elle and Derek wolf-whistle at me. "Oh, shut up you two. Those guys are seriously calling my name." I cherished the view. Like destiny, their ball landed by my feet.

"Sorry about that." One of them apologized as he ran over to me to get the ball.

"No problem." I waved it off. "But if it isn't too much, I would really love to join the game." I gave him a flirty smile.

"That would be great." He smiled back with just as much flirt.

"Make room for two." Derek came over to us.

"Derek, what are you doing?" I continued to smile at the guy but muttered to Derek.

"Just want to hang out with my girl." He kept an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"He's kidding. He's like a brother to me." I elbowed Derek in the stomach, but he was practically rock hard there. To be honest, he was pretty...hard everywhere. That night, the two of us danced to the rhythmically slow music. Elle joined us, but she brought her own date.

"Like the music? I can get my friend to change it." He offered.

"No, no, I like it." I kept my arms wrapped around his neck as we rocked back and forth. "Are you going to explain to me what happened earlier?" I glanced up at him.

"When?" He furrowed his brows.

"Uh, when you told that volleyball guy on the beach that I was your girl?" I reminded him.

"Oh. That." His jaw clenched a bit.

"Derek, what is with you? I mean, you're acting totally weird. First, you blushed when Elle asked about you making me coffee all the time. Second, you make me coffee all the time, which I really, really appreciate. Third, you call me your girl. I mean, what is—" And the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. At first, I was frozen. I mean, I literally couldn't move a muscle. But as the music progressed, I managed to move my lips against his in rhythm. "That's a really great way to shut me up." I smiled at him dreamily.

"Aren't you gonna say anything else?" Derek teased me.

"Let's just leave this for a one-time thing. What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica." I said before bring him in for another kiss. I'm not gonna lie. Kissing him felt so great. I mean, sparks were literally flying. Fireworks and explosions practically everywhere.

"You sure?" He muttered against my lips.

"Oh, yes. Definitely." I hummed a bit and pulled him closer. We headed upstairs to my room and continued. But we kept it to making out only.

"I can't even tell you how long I've been waiting for this." He took off his tank top, leaving him shirtless.

"Derek Morgan, if I was your wife, I wouldn't let you keep a shirt on." I giggled a little tipsily before straddling his hips and slamming my lips onto his. Right before we were about to sleep, Elle was arrested for murder in the middle of the night, and Derek and I had to look through the crime scene.

"I don't care where the blood led, detective. You made a mistake." Derek shook his head.

"The three of us are FBI agents, BAU profilers, who are on vacation." I enunciated to her.

"Profilers?" She spoke up.

"Yes. We handle serial criminals. We consult police departments all over the world." Derek confirmed.

"Oh. So if I called you two to consult on this, would it be your advice to let the woman who we found at the end of the blood trail go?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Agent Elle Greenaway's not a killer, alright?" I glared at the woman.

"Can you explain why the blood went right to her door?" She overemphasized dramatically.

"Obviously somebody would like you to think she is." Derek sighed. "Look, our supervisor is flying down here from Virginia. He'll be here anytime. When he gets here, we will figure this out." He assured her.

"His name's Marty Harris. At least, that's who rented this room." Derek's friend who manages the hotel, Gerald Dupree, let us know.

"Hey! Why are you telling him?" She spat out.

"Um, sorry, I'm just...my mistake. I'm sorry, ma'am." He apologized to her.

"When did this Harris check in?" She questioned him.

"A couple of days ago with a man. Giles. Frank Giles." Gerald replied. "He has the adjoining room. We tried calling him, but he doesn't answer." He pointed to the other door. Derek opened up our side of the door before kicking down the other.

"Looks like Frank Giles is in the wind." He examined the empty room.

"Might have an actual suspect now." I glanced back at them.

"I'll get crime scene men in here." The detective walked out.

"Call Garcia. Have her get some information on this bastard." I nodded at Derek. Ever since last night...happened, I couldn't look at him straight in the face. Finally, my brother came, and we visited Elle.

"Detective St. Pierre, I'm SSA Hotchner. I'm Agent Greenaway's superior." Aaron introduced himself to the detective holding Elle captive.

"We're not finished here." St. Pierre sassed him.

"Agent Greenaway only arrived in your country yesterday afternoon." Aaron took off his blazer and handed it to Elle since it was freezing in here.

"So?" He retorted.

"I brought a forensic expert, and he's examined the body at your morgue, and he's put the time of death at no less than 24 hours ago. Now, this is based on advanced rigor mortis and the contents of the stomach, which contained a meal that he ordered from room service two days ago. Your coroner concurs with the findings. What this means is that Agent Greenaway wasn't even here when this man was killed." Aaron just proved Elle's innocence. "Now, I appreciate that you have a difficult situation, and Agents Morgan, Hotchner, and Greenaway are happy to cooperate in any way that they can, but they'll do it from our offices in Quantico, Virginia." He offered. St. Pierre closed the file and tossed the key to the handcuffs to Elle, who immediately freed herself. Soon, we were back in the BAU office, and I couldn't be more relieved.

"You guys sure you don't want to go home and get some rest? Take a shower?" Aaron called out to us.

"Like, hell!" Elle exclaimed.

"Of course not." I scoffed.

"I'm good." Derek replied.

"How much sleep have you gotten in the last 24 hours?" He asked the three of us.

"Hotch, I spent half of the night in an interrogation room. I am not sleeping until I find this Frank Giles." Elle demanded quite strongly.

"Frank Giles left Jamaica last night on the Red Eye. He flew to Florida then got onto another flight to Virginia." JJ came over to us.

"Virginia? You're telling me that bastard lives here?" I spat out.

"I don't know if he's from here, but this is where he flew to. Arlington." JJ corrected her. "He's got a long criminal record. Manslaughter, robbery, rape." She added.

"What about the victim? Marty Harris?" Derek questioned.

"Uh, he's a two-time convicted fetish burglar, registered child sex offender." JJ read off the list.

"And we have his head." Gideon joined our group by the elevators. "CSU just positively identified the one delivered to my cabin." He informed us.

"'Don't waste time on the first victims. They were unrepentant men. They only got what they deserved'." Aaron muttered under his breath.

"Huh?" I furrowed my brows.

"I got a phone call last night before you called from Jamaica." He answered.

"Any mention of a 'her'?" Elle asked him.

"'You must help him save her'." Aaron confirmed.

"So there's a 'him' now, too?" Elle said.

"I think he means Reid." Gideon answered.

"Reid? How much did we miss?" I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

"We need to regroup." Aaron declared, and so we did. "So, clearly, we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game." We began with the basics.

"Playing with us." Gideon leaned his elbows on the table.

"Then let's return the favor." Elle suggested. She was still angry from being held captive for the entire night.

"He kept telling us repeatedly to save 'her'. What 'her'?" Derek flailed his arms around.

"The items he sent must be some kind of clues." Gideon guessed.

"Let's get them up on a board." Aaron nodded his head at me, so I went up to the whiteboard to start the list.

"I got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963, and I got a head in a box." Gideon started.

"I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box." JJ added.

"And repeated messages to save 'her'." Aaron spoke up.

"Well, I got the decapitated body and a very nice visit to the Jamaican Police Headquarters." Elle crossed her arms over her chest.

"Reid called from Nevada. He's on the way back here with a skeleton key and a note he got, too." Gideon said for the young agent.

"And the guy who called me said the youngest holds the key. That's Reid." Aaron let us know.

"Okay, but UnSubs, they don't contact us this way. I mean, they might taunt us, dare us to catch 'em. But they don't drag us into their fantasy." Derek countered.

"How come?" I placed a hand on my hip.

"Because they're sexual fantasies. I mean, taunting us is a show of power, but making us the object is...I don't know what the hell that is." Derek shook his head.

"Something else about the baseball card. Nellie Fox was one of the stars of the 1959 White Sox. I went to almost every game with my father that year. Fox was my hero. So is it a coincidence that he sends this to me? Or does he know how I feel about him?" Gideon leaned back in his seat.

"I collected butterflies when I was a little girl. That's how I knew what butterfly was in the box." JJ fidgeted with her fingers nervously.

"So then he knows us." Derek shrugged his shoulders.

"I got an anonymous message." Aaron shook his head once.

"I got a police raid." Elle summarized.

"How the hell did he know where we were? Derek, Elle, and I in a hotel in Jamaica. Gideon camping out at his cabin. Reid visiting family in Vegas. My brother in his home." I listed out our locations from last night.

"He-He got that from the bureau computers. Your locations are always in there so they can find you if they need you." Garcia came in. "I checked the log. The hacker was definitely in the personnel folders. There were room numbers to the hotel in Jamaica, the address of Gideon's cabin. There-There's a lot of information in those databases." She confirmed.

"Have you figured out how he was able to get into the Bureau's computers?" Aaron looked back at her.

"I'm-I'm still working on that." She stuttered out.

"Garcia, if you know something—" Aaron encouraged her to talk.

"No, um...it's...I...I was playing a game yesterday. An online game." She admitted to us.

"A game?" Gideon stared at her.

"Not on the bureau computer, sir. On my own personal laptop." She blurted out.

"Oh, Garcia. No, no, no, no, no." Derek closed his eyes for a moment.

"I don't understand." Gideon furrowed his brows.

"The internet." I bit my bottom lip.

"By wirelessly hooking into the net here to get online, the hacker could have gotten into my computer first, and I have far less protection on my own laptop." She detailed to us.

"And he could have gotten into the entire bureau computer system this way?" Aaron posed to her.

"Yeah, it's possible." Her voice lowered to a mere whisper.

"Playing a game." Gideon slowly rose from his chair. "How could you be that stupid? Information, files. You have a responsibility." He lectured her.

"I know, sir. I'm so sorry." She apologized to him. "But I found him." She held back tears.

"You what?" Elle spoke up.

"I know who he is, the hacker. His name is Giles. Frank Giles. He lives in Arlington, Virginia. Four miles from here. I have his address." She told us.

"This bastard keeps coming up." I spat out. Once we got our hands on the address, the others drove to the location. I waited for Spencer at the BAU so I could take him there.

"How was Jamaica?" He greeted me with a hug.

"Well, Elle spent the night in jail, so not too good." I answered. "Ready to go?" I grabbed my keys.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He answered, and we headed out. Once we got to the house, we flashed our badges to the guard up front so he'd let us in.

"'Hour be none'." Aaron recited something.

"Midnight is 00:00 hours in 24-hour time. Would that be none?" Derek made a guess.

"Midnight wouldn't cast a shadow." Aaron rejected his idea.

"It's 3 P.M.." Spencer spoke up. "Hey, guys. Suparna drove me here from the BAU." He pointed at me.

"Not too great of a driver when you're running on zero hours of sleep." I smiled a bit. "And I'm guessing that is Frank Giles." I nodded to the body with sword sticking out of him.

"3 P.M.?" Gideon questioned.

"It's medieval. The days used to be broken into hourly intervals. The canonical hours of the breviary. Prime is 6 A.M., Terce is 9 A.M.. Sext, 12 noon, None, 3 P.M., and Vespers, 6 P.M.." He gave us a little history lesson.

"Reid, do not ever go away again." Elle ordered him.

"Medieval. That's why the language changed. 'Doth'." Gideon connected the message in blood on the wall.

"Everything this guy does is a clue." Aaron stated.

"Okay, but guys, it's 4:35. What do we do? Leave the blade in 'till 3 P.M. tomorrow?" Derek questioned.

"Not if we can block that window out." Spencer went over to it. "Do you have any spotlights in your car?" He asked one of the CSI members.

"Sure." She got up.

"Thanks, Gina." Elle called out to her. Once we got the window covered, Spencer used the spotlight as the sun.

"The sun is right here at 5 P.M.. Morgan, follow the shadows as I move the light higher." He instructed. Derek moved the lamp and table to clear the entire wall.

"Why don't you try tapping on the wood?" I suggested to him.

"It's hollow. And it feels like the wallpaper's been replaced." He stopped at one area of the wall.

"Definitely an Indiana Jones movie." Elle leaned against a bookshelf.

"Tear it open." Aaron instructed her while Spencer turned off the spotlight. He pulled out his little knife and tore open the wallpaper.

"It's a box." He glanced back at us.

"Take it out." Aaron nodded his head at him.

"Wait, are we sure that's safe?" Spencer spoke up.

"You think it's a bomb? You think he'd be playing this game just to blow us up?" Aaron retorted.

"He'd have already done that as long as we've been standing here." Derek shook his head before taking the box out of the wall. "Locked. Want me to break it?" He tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge.

"No, we should process it first." Aaron sighed.

"'The youngest holds the key'." Gideon repeated the message Aaron had received late last night. Spencer pulled the key out of his pocket and opened up the box. A tune started to play. "Schubert. The Trout Sextet." Gideon identified the piece.

"Six people fishing." Aaron defined.

"'Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight'." Spencer read off the little note in the box.

"Well, that was worth it." Elle rolled her eyes.

"The lid. Little tab right under the lock." Gideon pointed at it. Derek peeled it open to reveal a CD and a lock of blonde hair with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, God." I let out.

"We have that evidence bag? Here you go." Elle handed the hair to Gina, who bagged it.

"'Thy quest'." Derek read off the CD. Back at the BAU, we played the video. A man sat down in a chair, but his face was blurred out.

"He moves funny." Aaron pointed out.

"Looks like he's injured or something." Derek suggested.

"I assure you...you will all understand in the end why it must be that way. You might even thank me." This guy is clearly the UnSub.

"Don't hold your breath, scumbag." Elle cursed.

"You know now you're on a quest. A young girls life depends on the successful completion of it. As you can see, she's quite beautiful...and in distress." The clip changed to a young girl thrashing around in a locked room. "Now please listen closely for there is one rule and this rule must be followed. The one rule is...only the members of your team may participate in the quest. Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Suparna Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia." Candid pictures of each one of us showed up. "A quest must be completed in the proper way or it isn't a quest, is it? That's it. One rule. Simple. Now, you will be receiving an item soon that will hold the final clue you'll need to finish the quest. You will find you will also need a book which has inspired many an adventure like mine. Believe me when I tell you I'm truly hope to see you all soon. It will mean a successful end to this adventure...for all of us." And the video ended.

"He's a goddamn stalker. How the hell does he have pictures of us?" I paced around the side of the table.

"What do we do now?" Spencer posed to us.

"The lock of hair is being analyzed for DNA. There might be something on file." Aaron answered.

"I'll get video to enhance the shots of the girl." JJ walked out.

"Let's get the clues up on the board. Maybe we can make some sense of something." Gideon directed us.

"Wait, we're gonna play this guy's game?" Elle questioned.

"Do we have a choice?" Spencer tipped his chair back a bit. Gideon then walked out of the room.

"Be right back. You guys keep working." He chased after him.

"This guy is seriously pissing me off." I spat out.

"Is that the only reason?" Derek looked up at me, but I turned away from him. Then Haley came by with Jack with something that we would need to save the girl's life. It was a piece of paper with a bunch of numbers on it.

"God, I can't even keep my eyes open." I lay my head against the table.

"My eyes are so heavy, I can barely see it." Elle shook her head.

"I think it's a code of some sort." Spencer assumed. "The UnSub said we needed a book, didn't he?" He furrowed his brows slightly.

"Yeah. 'A book that inspired many an adventure'." Derek reiterated from the video message.

"It's a book code. Each one of these set of numbers represents a particular word. For instance, page 113, line 30, word 3." Spencer pointed to a set of number. "We need to figure out what the words are and fill in the blanks." He got the message.

"All we need to figure out is what book." I sighed.

"It has to be the exact same edition of the exact same book he used." Spencer sipped on his coffee.

"Just got a DNA hit on the lock of hair." JJ came in. "Rebecca Bryant. She's been missing out of Boston for two years." She handed us the picture.

"Two years?" Elle raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Guys, how are we supposed to figure out which book this code is copied out of?" Derek brought us back to the dilemma in our hands.

"I have no idea." Spencer shook his head. JJ went over to the board and put up the picture of the girl with her name on a post-it note.

"He said we have everything needed to complete the quest. The answer's gotta be up there somewhere." Spencer stared at the numbers.

"JJ, get some reporters here as soon as possible." Gideon ordered her.

"For what?" She inquired.

"Just say we need help on a new case." And he ran out the door.

"Press conference?" Derek furrowed his brows. JJ shrugged her shoulders and went to do what she was assigned. I closed my eyes for a moment, and suddenly someone was shaking me.

"Get your hands off me." I reached for my gun.

"It's just me. I'm sending you and Elle home." I recognized Aaron's voice.

"Elle's the one who was in jail for the entire night. I got...sleep." I let out a yawn.

"You two need to get some rest. We won't do anything with you, I promise." Aaron kept a hand on my shoulder.

"Suparna, seriously, we're not any closer than we were. Go home. Both of you." Derek comforted me.

"That's an order." Aaron blurted out before I could say anything else. I grabbed my bags, and Elle grabbed hers, and the two of us followed behind my brother. "Anderson. Take Hotchner and Greenaway home." He pointed at me and Elle.

"Yes, sir." Agent Anderson scrambled out of his seat.

"No, I'm fine." Elle argued.

"I'll have your cars brought over later." He stood his ground.

"Stay at my place. It'll be better if we're both in the same place." Elle turned to me sleepily.

"Let's go, Anderson." I motioned for him over to us.

"Get some sleep." Aaron called out to us.

"Nice place." I looked around the house Elle lived in.

"Sleep wherever you want. Bedrooms are upstairs, kitchen's right around the corner. Recliner's in that room." She pointed in different directions, but I really couldn't pay attention.

"I'll be in the kitchen making some tea. Want anything?" I glanced back at her.

"I'm good." She lay down on the loft. As I set up the tea kettle, I heard someone yell.

"One rule! I told you this was important!" And there was a gunshot. I still had my guns, so I ran into the entrance of the house with my guns in hand.

"You." My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Elle bleeding on the floor next to him. He shot me in the leg and abdomen before running out.