"Welcome to the BAU, Suparna." Gideon and I shook hands.

"Good to be here, Gideon" I smiled politely before grabbing my official gun and badge from off his desk. "I can still keep my other guns, right?" I glanced back at him.

"Of course." He gave me a nod.

"Thanks." I waved at him. "And they chose the bad picture." I grumbled as I walked out of his office.

"Suparna!" Haley called out to me excitedly.

"Hales!" I yelled back and ran down the stairs. I tossed my new belongings onto my new desk and went over to her. "Well, if it isn't my little baby nephew." I said in baby voice and held one of his little hands.

"Am I chopped liver?" Aaron mustered a half smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I waved him off before turning to my sister–in–law. "I haven't seen you in forever!" I wrapped my arms around her tightly.

"It's been a week." She reminded me.

"Still. Packing, driving, unpacking, and settling in made it feel like years." I rolled my eyes.

"How's the apartment by the way?" JJ spoke up. For the past month, I've been moving back and forth between Chicago and Quantico, and the BAU team has been really helping out to make it as smooth sailing as possible. Some more than others.

"Pretty good, actually." I answered. "Can I hold him?" I could barely contain my excitement.

"Of course." Aaron carefully handed me his son, who moved a bit to adjust himself to the new environment.

"Hi, baby. Do you remember your Aunt Suparna? Your mom told us you were going to be a girl who was going to be named after me, but Jack works, too." I teased jokingly.

"Woah. How fast does that happen? I thought we were just gonna stick to practicing." Derek came over.

"Hush up, Morgan." I retorted mockingly. We had developed a flirty and humorous relationship at this point.

"Congratulations." Elle came by.

"Thanks. Thank you." Haley and Aaron replied.

"She's amazing, I'm a little terrified." Aaron admitted.

"A little? Dude, you were shaking when you first held Jack." I reminded him.

"Well, uh, we should get going." Haley stated, realizing that we were about to get a new case.

"Pleasure seeing you, Mrs. Hotchner." Spencer wished her.

"Bye, Hales." I kissed her cheek.

"Come over for dinner." She begged me. "Make her come over for dinner." She looked up at Aaron.

"I'll see. I've got two babies to take care of, too." I winked at her before carefully setting Jack down in his stroller. She bid Aaron goodbye before leaving with Jack.

"Babies?" JJ, Garcia, and Spence had a similar look of confusion on their faces.

"My Saint Bernards, Bert and Ernie." I informed them before heading up to the conference room.

"Crawford family. Murdered three days ago." Gideon was staring at pictures of the victims at the crime scene.

"Saw in on the news." Derek walked in with two mugs of coffee. He set one down in front of me before taking a seat in the only empty chair that happened to be behind me.

"They were found in the basement of their house." Gideon stated.

"Bags packed for a vacation they never took." JJ added.

"Reporter said it was a murder/suicide. Father stabbed the mother then shot himself." Derek sank back in his chair.

"Since when do we believe what the news says?" I scoffed.

"That's the conclusion Maryland State Police came to." JJ flipped open a copy of the case file. "The gun was found next to the father. Had gunpowder residue on his right hand." She backed me up.

"And now you must have some compelling reason to think that Chris Crawford didn't off his family." Derek turned to me and JJ.

"Exactly." I nodded my head. "I'll let you take this one, JJ." I faced her as well.

"Another murdered family. The Millers—found a month ago." JJ held up the photo of another family. "The mother, Reese Miller, her two children, and her new husband." She identified the family members. "Again, they were found in the basement, and like the Crawfords, their suitcases were packed for a vacation." She took a seat by Spencer.

"Both cases, the bodies were discovered five days after their vacations were supposed to have started." Gideon compared the two reports.

"Who would go looking for a family supposedly on vacation?" I pointed out.

"Yet the coroner determined that they had been dead only 24 hours." JJ furrowed her brows.

"So for four days, both families remained in their house." Spence stated.

"Location of the bodies in both cases, the basement." Gideon reiterated. "This indicates a level of organization." He analyzed the information.

"With a quick but disorganized application of overpowering force." Derek held up a photo of Mrs. Crawford.

"If these aren't murder/suicides, someone's doing a damn good job of making them look like it." Spencer sighed.

"Possibly this man. Eric Miller. He's the biological father of the Miller children." JJ motioned to a mugshot of a man. "Arlington PD issued a BOLO for Miller after the bodies were discovered." She set the picture down.

"Ex–wife Reese Miller had a restraining order against him for domestic violence." Gideon mentioned.

"When did she remarry?" Derek spoke up inquisitively.

"The week before they were killed." JJ answered.

"God." I let out.

"Violent husbands believe their wives and children are property. Reese Miller getting remarried probably made him snap." Derek suggested.

"Well, the Virginia cops finally located Eric Miller last night, responding to a drunken disturbance at a motel where Miller had been hiding out. When they found him, they discovered blood on his black leather jacket. Belonged to his children." JJ reported.

"Any connection to the Crawfords?" I asked.

"His DNA wasn't found at the Crawford house. If he does, he's not saying. In fact, he hasn't said a word since his arrest." JJ disclosed. "Uh, the Arlington PD have asked us to interview him." She looked up at Gideon.

"If anyone could apply overwhelming force, he's your man." Spencer examined Eric Miller's mugshot.

"I want you to find out. Talk to him." Gideon nodded his head at the young doctor.

"You, uh, y–you want me to talk to him?" Spencer furrowed his brows.

"Yeah. You've done interviews before with other agents running point. You can go solo." Gideon urged Spencer.

"Go, Spencer." I smiled at him.

"Oh, Suparna, you're going to be helping Reid out." Gideon turned to me.

"Me? Gideon, I am completely new at this. I don't know the first thing about interrogating." I lied to him while Aaron gave me a look. "Fine. Spencer and I'll go." I gritted my teeth. Aaron and Elle went through the crime scene pictures along with the medical examiner's tapes. Derek and Gideon went to the Crawford house. Spencer went into the room by himself while I watched from the back room. I watched Miller explode when Spencer showed him some pictures of his dead family. "Hey!" I ran into the interrogation room.

"Is this your mommy? I'm done talking to you people!" Miller spat out as two men held him back. Spencer used Miller's past against him. By the end, Miller was crying for his poor children. Elle and Aaron joined me and Spencer after hearing the commotion.

"Interesting interrogation technique. What did you hope to accomplish?" Elle posed to him.

"Well, he was closed off, defensive, hostile. I need a way in. He suffered a breakdown, but I don't think he killed his family. And I know he still loved his wife." Spencer listed out his findings.

"How do you know?" I glanced over at him.

"Even though they were divorced, he still wore the wedding ring." Spencer replied.

"Very good." I pat his shoulder.

"What?" Elle and Aaron furrowed their brows.

"Did you seriously think I wasn't going to take part in the interrogation?" I pressed a button on the earpiece I had in my ear, and Spencer could hear everything I was saying. Once Derek and Gideon came back, Gideon gave us an overview of the profile.

"I believe the UnSub had control of this family. He may have separated each family member. Tells the mother, 'If you scream, I'll kill your children'. Tells the children, 'If you cry, I'll kill Mommy'." The suspect found a way of restraining them without leaving marks. Based on lividity...the ME estimates that the father was the last to die." Gideon detailed his thoughts.

"Which means he witnessed the whole thing. If he did spend time with both families, he must have known he had the time to spend with 'em." Derek deduced.

"'Cause he knew they were going on a vacation." Spence finished.

"Look at travel agents, relatives, work colleagues, contract workers, children's tutors." Gideon listed out.

"Gideon, we've been looking into the Crawfords' financials." Aaron buzzed in through the telephone.

"Allison Crawford spent way more money than Chris could afford. They were in major debt." Garcia's voice came on as well.

"And Chris Crawford wrote a number of checks for a series of visits to a therapist." Aaron included.

"She had two cellphone accounts...one of them billed to a separate address in Southeast Washington, DC." We noted down the address. Spencer and I stayed behind on the search of the house. Gideon brought in the man living at the location.

"Morgan got scared by a dog." Elle whispered to me.

"Not so macho after all." I giggled. We watched Gideon try to get information out of Frank Fielding, Allison's brother and Chris' brother–in–law.

"There's no way this guy could've gotten in without a key." Elle declared. "Knowing how Chris Crawford felt about his brother–in–law, you see him having one?" She looked over at me and Aaron.

"No. Not at all." He and I agreed with her. Frank went on to explain how he saw the Crawford family at the dining table on one of the nights they were being held hostage. But he saw a redhead male at the head of the table.

"If Frank saw them that day, it wasn't Chris Crawford at that table." Aaron spoke up.

"Maybe it was the suspect." Elle suggested.

"Definitely was the suspect." I nodded my head.

"And she wasn't saying, 'go away'. She was saying, 'help me'." My brother clarified. Frank started to have a mental breakdown after figuring out that the guy he saw was the killer. He started punching himself in the head before Derek and Gideon held him against the wall. The rest of us ran in to help them. We gathered back in the conference room to go over both cases. The next morning, I walked into the BAU with two to–go coffee cups from Starbucks. Derek was talking on the phone, so I set his latte down before sitting down at my desk.

"He's been looking at those pictures all morning." Elle announced. That's when I noticed Gideon staring at the boards for the cases.

"Well, I sure hope he sees a connection 'cause I've checked doctors, lawyers, travel agents, tutors, contract workers. I got nothing." Derek sighed in defeat.

"Ouch. That's discouraging." I frowned.

"Why target those families?" Elle questioned rhetorically.

"To know that, we have to know how." Derek answered. "Alright. We know organized killers are often skilled killers with above–average intelligence." He got up from his seat. "High birth status. And in most cases...male. In the workplace, he's socially confident. And with women...sexually confident. Every offense...is preplanned." He listed out known traits. "Targeting the victim is almost as pleasurable as the actual kill. These guys. They're–They're meticulous. It's a compulsion." He paced around his desk along with mine. "Everything has to have its proper place. They do exhaustive amounts of research on their victims. They watch their every move, every last detail is observed. Everything has to be written ever so neatly in a book or possibly a journal. Like when the kids are comin' home from school, and when Daddy'll be home. Playtime. Suppertime. Bath time. Bedtime. " He indicated various possibilities. "Plan the work...work the plan. This is the way he maintains control. It's also how he personalizes his target...so nothing's left to change. And absolutely nothing...is left out of place. Ever." He ended. "So he plans the work...and when he's good and ready, he works that plan. He takes great pride in his job." Derek summarized before sitting down. "I think the workplace has to be the connection." He supported his point. Then, Gideon came back with both of Emily Crawford's paintings.

"Both are by Emily, painted months apart. This one...is full of color, life." He held up the one in the picture frame at Frank's house. "The one I found at Emily's house has lines, dimensions. No colors. I believe Emily was coerced to paint this. It's a point of view. It is his point of view." Gideon emphasized, referring to the UnSub. "This is where the killer stood and just watched the family." We looked over to see my brother's wedding ring spinning on the surface of a desk.

"Each of the dead husbands was missing his wedding ring. This is the UnSub's trophy." Aaron picked up the ring. "He targets a family because he lost his own, and for a few days, he gets to play Daddy." He shrugged.

"And he can do whatever he wants because no one's gonna come lookin' because they're supposed to be on vacation." Derek continued.

"Let's get forensics to check the inside of Chris Crawford's clothing. The suspect may have worn the father's clothes, too." Gideon ordered. "Complete the fantasy." He let out a breath of air.

"So why kill them?" Elle asked him.

"Because the fantasy can't last." Gideon replied.

"Do we know anything that actually helps us to identify this bastard?" Elle posed to us.

"Wait a minute. Chris Crawford worked for the IRS. And...Reese Miller was a secretary at the GAO." Derek realized a connection between the families.

"That makes them both government employees." Elle deduced.

"Let's check out Chris Crawford and Reese Miller." We were finally getting somewhere.

"I...am gonna go to Garcia's and compare finances between the Crawfords and Millers in case something similar comes up." I grabbed my copies of the files and headed down to the hacker's computer lab. Spencer ended up joining me and Garcia.

"We gotta stop meeting like this, Reid. People will talk. But then, talk is cheap." Garcia teased the young man.

"Not when you're talking to a therapist. The Crawfords made twelve weekly payments to the Applewood Family Medical Center." Spencer pointed out.

"Anything related to the center for the Millers?" I inquired.

"No. Nothing here." She responded.

"How about pharmaceuticals? No one gets therapy these days without a healthy dose of medicine." Spencer suggested to her.

"Reid, what are you implying?" Garcia typed away on her computer. Well, one of them.

"That everyone is medicated." Spencer clarified.

"Did you just make a joke?" Garcia and I looked over at him.

"Someone pinch me. This can't be real." I faked a gasp.

"No. I meant statistics. They–They show—" He tried to elucidate.

"Next time, just say yes, okay, Reid?" Garcia cut him off. "Now, medication normally requires reimbursement from the HMO, and since she works for the government like all three of us, we share the same healthcare provider." She kinda muttered to herself.

"Are you hacking into the government's HMO database? Is that legal?" Spencer furrowed his brows.

"Don't question it, Spencer. They might interrogate us as witnesses." I muttered to him jokingly.

"Oh, right there. Good call, Reid. Mrs. Reese Miller—diazepam." Garcia found the prescription order.

"Who prescribed the meds?" We leaned against her desk.

"Dr. R. Howard at the Applewood Family Center." She answered. "Let's find out what he looks like. Here we go." A picture of a redhead woman popped up. "Dr. Howard isn't a he." She stated.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." I retorted. I called up the guys immediately to let them know what we found. Aaron, Derek, and Gideon went to the center to talk to Dr. Howard. They ended up finding out about a therapist at the center, Karl Arnold, who fits the profile perfectly. Gideon called us after getting the address of the probably family being held victims.

"Suparna, you are not coming." Aaron took the phone away from Gideon.

"You afraid I'm gonna get hurt?" I checked both of my guns to make sure I had enough bullets in them.

"No, I'm afraid you're gonna kill Arnold on the spot." He corrected me.

"At least let me hit the guy around for a bit before you have to arrest him." I pleaded. "But all jokes aside, I am going whether you like it or not." I got into my Porsche. Thankfully, Derek sent me the address.

"I—" Aaron tried to say.

"This is my first case as an actual BAU agent. Let me come along." I begged him.

"Fine. But I want you behind SWAT, me, Gideon, and Derek at all times." He ordered me.

"'Kay." I hung up the phone before starting the engine. Too bad I crossed my fingers when I made the promise. I parked my car about a block away from the house and snuck around to where the teams were set up.

"We've got three adults and two children sitting at the dining room table." One of the members informed us before signaling to his team to move forward. I went right behind them even though the others tried to hold me back.

"FBI! FBI!" SWAT yelled after knocking down the doors.

"He's got my baby!" The mother cried out while clutching onto her daughter. The father was tied up.

"Where's the basement?" Gideon questioned.

"Under the stairs!" She answered frantically. Suddenly, the lights went off.

"Get 'em out! Get them outta here!" Gideon ordered the men. I quickly but silently opened up the door, heading downstairs with Derek trailing behind me.

"Karl? Karl, it's the FBI." Derek calmly let him know as we found him with the baby in his arms.

"Shh." He held a finger up to his lips

"Karl, why don't you give me the baby?" I stepped up to him slowly. "Please, Karl?" I controlled my tone, hiding the fear threatening to come out. He moved his hand away from the infant, who instantly started to cry. "Hey, Karl, I want you to look at me. See? I am putting my gun away." I put it into lock and slipped it into my holster. And then I put my flashlight away. "Now, could you hand me the baby?" I held my hands out. He slowly got up and maybe moved an inch at most. "Come on. Come on, Karl, I believe in you." I urged him. Within the span of five seconds, Karl tossed the baby into the air before opening his knife and cutting my leg. "Son of a bitch!" I cried out in pain but caught the baby. Derek fought Karl before banging him against the wall, his hand around the bastard's throat.

"You move, I will break your neck." Derek threatened him.

"Hi, baby. Hey, you're okay. You're okay." I rocked the baby until his cries softened and he fell asleep. After getting my ankle checked out by the ambulance, which ended up needing ten stitches, we took Arnold to the BAU. We finally got a confession out of Arnold because Gideon tricked him by mixing up the victims' pictures. My brother came back with the containers that housed Arnold's trophies. But there were eight. Eight wedding bands, belonging to eight husbands of dead families. I was at my desk, filling up some paperwork.

"Is your leg okay?" Derek came over to me.

"Barely a scratch." I waved it off.

"Since when is ten stitches barely a scratch?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"How's your arm?" I nodded to the bandaged area.

"Fine." He assured me. "Need some help with that?" He offered.

"I couldn't make you stay here all night. I'm just finishing some— who am I kidding, I'm going to need an entire pot of coffee." I interrupted myself. "But still. You should go get some—" Before I could finish, he grabbed way more than half of the stack and went across to his desk.

"You want me to get started on that pot of coffee?" He smiled.