"Quiet night, huh?" I delicately sipped on the white wine Derek had oh so graciously poured into a mug. "Thanks for dinner, by the way. Although, I could have paid for my half." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You could have. But I didn't want you to." He sat down next to me on the couch, moving my legs onto his lap. "I should be the treating you." He grabbed the remote off of the coffee table.

"Derek, I'm not a little girl who's fragile. You don't have to buy me things to keep me happy, you know." I stretched my legs out.

"Oh, I know that. But I love spoiling my girl." He broke out in a smile.

"Of course you do." I rolled my eyes jokingly. "It's really pouring out there, isn't it?" I glanced out the window, watching the rain drops hit the glass.

"You don't like the rain?" He asked me.

"I love it." I closed my eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound. "The sound...the smell...it's all so calming and beautiful." I described right before both of our cellphones dinged.

"Damn it." Derek cursed under his breath. The next morning, we were up in a plane with the rest of the team.

"We got new information on last night's victim." JJ came out from the back. "Alicia Jordan, 38. MO is the same. He was waiting for her to get home. He broke in through the back, subdued her with a gun. Left a message on the answering machine an hour or so before." She dictated our UnSub's process. "I can't imagine being taunted like that in my own house, you know?" She sat down next to my brother.

"Well, the messages aren't taunts...they're overtures." Gideon looked down at the pictures of the victims. "I think we're ready, trust me. He's being sincere." He sighed.

"Sound like we're dealing with a power reassurance rapist." Derek suggested the title.

"To him, the messages are courtships. He's introducing himself to the victims." Spencer leaned against the back of Gideon's seat.

"Our guy must have stalked his victims to know so much about their lives." I pointed out.

"First victims were all college students, all religious. Why question?" Gideon asked rhetorically.

"Have the police found any connection between the latest victims?" Derek looked up at JJ.

"No. Nothing yet." She shook her head.

"We have to figure out what made him go off script." Gideon declared. Once we landed, my brother and Gideon headed straight for the Dayton Police Department. JJ, Derek, and I visited the Holy Trinity College of Ohio.

"When the attacks first started, they put guards on all the campus gates on campus. But that man somehow still got into the dorms." One of the students explained.

"Have you noticed anyone new on campus?" Derek asked her.

"I've already talked about this." She stuttered out.

"I know it's hard, but sometimes it helps to go through it." JJ explained to her.

"Maybe someone quiet who seemed like he was always just a little too close." Derek slipped off his sunglasses.

"I don't think so." She shook her head.

"Anyone you can think of who's suddenly just vanished in the midst of all of this?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"Before that man did what he did, he told me I should get a dog for protection. And then he said or maybe you can let your parents have Dexter stay with you." She disclosed to us.

"Any males in your life that you may have told about the family dog?" Derek suggested the idea.

"I don't have any experience with boys." She shied away in slight embarrassment. "There's no one I would've told." She began to tear up.

"You need a second?" JJ placed a hand on her shoulder, and she nodded her head. I looked over at Derek and gave him a nod, so he left.

"I know how hard it is to focus sometimes. I really do." I sat down on the bench beside her.

"The police all act like just because he didn't kill you, he didn't somehow end your life." She looked over at me.

"Did you take Detective Callahan's advice and talk to someone?" JJ crossed her arms over her chest.

"There's always a priest available on campus." She answered.

"I mean a woman." JJ clarified as she sat down on her other side.

"I don't know. Maybe that would be good." Her voice broke towards the end. "So many lives have been ruined here." She scanned the courtyard. "When I went to the doctor...he said that my injuries were minor." She let the two of us know.

"Do you think if they were more extensive, it would have been better?" I posed to her.

"I don't know." A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Look at me." JJ directed her, and so she did. "Someone hands over a wallet at gunpoint, everyone thinks that's the best thing to do. You did what you had to do to survive. Don't let anyone tell you different. Alright?" She assured her.

"It's okay." I held her close when she began to sob. "It's okay, just let it all out." I pet her hair. That night, the team drove to a nearby motel.

"Everybody get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow." Aaron called out to us.

"Derek, if you carry my suitcase, they're going to know something's up." I tried to take it from him.

"They're not going to think anything of it. And if it makes you feel any better...you can carry my phone, my wallet, and my sunglasses." He handed me the small items.

"Yup. 'Cause two gigantic suitcases are the same as three small items." I rolled my eyes. Gideon had booked us a few rooms, but we had to pair up.

"Alright, I'll take Hotch. JJ, you're with Elle. Reid, you're with Morgan. And Suparna, looks like you've got a room all to yourself." Gideon passed around our keys.

"Spencer, I have got a deal for you. You...can have your own room if we switch." I held up the key tauntingly.

"But there's statistically nothing in it for you. Other than...are you involved with Morgan?" He lowered his voice.

"No. No, of course not." My voice instantly went up three octaves. "Derek and I just have some things to discuss, and you need your beauty sleep." I smiled sweetly.

"Okay." He gave me a weird look before switching keycards with me. Derek dropped both of our suitcases onto the two beds.

"I'll get started on the map." I grabbed the gigantic map and hung it up against the wall.

"You know, I was actually thinking we could take a break." He pressed a kiss to the skin between my neck and shoulder, and I instinctively tilted my head back.

"Derek...you know we don't have time for that." I leaned into his touch.

"Time for your medications." He checked the clock on the wall in front of us. I reached over for my bag, but he stopped me. "I've got." He took out the bright orange containers and a water bottle. He took one out of the first container and two out of the second.

"Would you look at that? He already knows what I have to take." I couldn't help but smile.

"Of course I do. Just imagine this for a second." He handed me the first pill. "You're pregnant with...our twin boys. You have to take prenatal vitamins to make sure our boys are growing. And who's going to remind you to take them? This guy." He pointed at himself.

"Twin boys, huh? That's going to hurt if they have your built." I started to imagine how painful that would be.

"But if they've got even the slightest bit of your brains and courage, they are set for life." He kissed me on the lips.

"Now, I'm gonna go change and hang up the map. But that pot better be full of coffee by the time I get back." I grabbed a change of clothes.

"Or else what?" Derek chuckled humorously. Unlike what my brother had told us to do, none of us got any sleep. Like, at all. First thing in the morning, we called in all of the officers in the police department and gave them our profile of the UnSub.

"Good morning. Thanks for coming in a little early." My brother greeted the police officers.

"Lousy coffee's up." One of the men called out.

"We just want you to hear what the FBI has gathered and get you on the streets." Detective Callahan informed.

"So the guy we're looking for is a classic power reassurance rapist." Aaron started us off.

"This differs from a power assertive rapist who attempts to humiliate and traumatize his victims, as well as the anger retaliatory rapist and a sexual sadist, whose attacks are also random and excessively brutal." Spencer compared and contrasted the similar terms.

"The reason that's important for you to know—he's the only kind of rapist who targets a specific victim." Aaron differentiated while the cops took notes.

"He fantasizes that he's in a relationship with these women. Now, he doesn't come across them by accident. This is someone with access.He's the cable guy, or the locksmith...he's the guy who reads the gas meter. He can describe exactly what these women wear and how they smell. These details are what feed his fantasy." Derek went on with the briefing.

"What we need to do is find an overlap between these victims. Common delivery man, the same lawn crew, even a handyman—did the university share workers with the recent victims?" I moved onto the next step.

"Because he sees these as relationships, he lives alone." Spencer pointed out.

"And living alone allows him to indulge his delusion that he's in a relationship with these women." Aaron crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because of the discrepancy in the victims' ages, we can only pinpoint his age somewhere between twenty and forty years old." Spencer gave them a wide range.

"It's possible that he has a profession that he finds emasculating, so look for someone in their lives with a job that deviates from normal gender roles, something like a secretary." Derek added.

"We're sure there is some overlap. This guy is a shadow at the edges of each of these women's lives." Aaron ended.

"Alright. That's square one. Recanvas and be sure to relay information on each shift change." Callahan announced to the group.

"Thanks very much." Aaron thanked them as they headed out. After JJ figured out a girl's suicide coincided with the stop of the attacks, Detective Callahan and my brother spoke with the family. This revealed that she was one of the victims and ended up getting pregnant. Gideon, Elle, and Spencer talked to the latest victim, and she let us know that she was trying to have a baby.

"Hey. Suparna and I talked to the other victims in their thirties. They both had gone to a fertility clinic within five days of their attack." Derek let them know as soon as they came in.

"I've already got Garcia going through the employment records at the clinic in case our UnSub works there or has access to the patients' medical records." We headed into the conference room.

"What's the significance of the five days?" Elle furrowed her brows.

"The most popular fertility drug is clomiphene, and the clinic would most likely have a policy not to attempt insemination until the drug regimen is complete." Spencer blurted out a fact.

"So then getting there before they begin the insemination process would guarantee the UnSub paternity. He's trying to get them pregnant." Derek inferred.

"He hasn't changed his fantasy, he's merely found a way to perfect it." Spencer answered our earlier question as to why he changed his victimology.

"He's targeted young, ultra-religious girls who he assumed wouldn't want to have an abortion." Derek looked over at the board of victims.

"When Shelly ended up killing herself, our guy changed up his routine to target women who were desperately trying to have a baby." I leaned against the table.

"The UnSub knew Shelly Norvell was pregnant, meaning he's still watching his past victims." Gideon stated. "Elle, talk to Callahan, tell them we need patrols monitoring everyone on that victim list." He ordered her.

"You got it." She stepped out, looking a little spacey.

"You ever seen anything like this before?" Derek stood up.

"Gary Heidnick in Philadelphia. He kept women in a dungeon prison for years with the hopes of impregnating them." Spencer answered.

"Heidnick was a sexual sadist. He tortured the women and even ended up eating one of them. This is a power reassurance rapist." Gideon distinguished.

"So in this guy's twisted mind, these are love stories?" Derek furrowed his brows.

"Of course they are. He's starting families." Gideon stared at the evidence board. While Derek, Detective Callahan, and Aaron were at the fertility clinic, Derek called me.

"Do me a favor. Look up the words sexy, brilliant, and smart on a computer and tell me what you come up with." He flirted with me.

"Really, Derek? You called to flirt?" I placed a hand on my hip.

"Come on. Don't you like when I call to flirt with you? My beautifully gifted girlfriend?" He continued.

"Of course I do. Is that even a question?" I chuckled. "Get back to work before I smack you." I mocked a threat.

"You are a goddess, woman. Ciao." He ended the call. That night, we got to our latest victim after going through questionnaires from the clinic, but it was too late.

"Something on your mind, mama?" Derek rubbed my shoulders from behind.

"How can people just do that to a woman? To a person, for God's sake. I mean, there's always adoption. You'd be saving a kid's life while fulfilling your dream of starting a family. But no. You have to strip women of their very being just to satisfy your fantasy." I gritted out through my teeth.

"I'm sorry, baby girl." He whispered into my ear. "Go to bed. I'll keep working for maybe another hour and then join you." He told me.

"No. If you're going to stay up, I'm going to...stay up." I was interrupted by a yawn.

"Would it be better if I sat next to you in bed? I could work on my laptop, and you could sleep right next to me." He got off the bed.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." I nodded my head. The next night, we sent Elle in undercover and got our guy. Except his lawyer came in. Elle was a bit explosive over the whole mess, blaming my brother for us getting shot. But she ended up killing our guy just a couple hours later.