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Damn, baby.

Hey, you need a... you need a walk home?

I'm fine, really.

Oh, come on. I mean, hey, it's no trouble.

I said I'm good.

I've been admiring you.

Shh, don't worry.

I'm new at this too.

You'll be my first.

You picked the wrong house.

Check the nightstand.

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Her tox screen shows GHB,

but there's no evidence anyone else was there.

The alarm was on all night. Rape kit came back clean.

You must be able to do something.

Agent Ortiz,

I do these interviews in hospitals,

the ICU.

I'm sorry, but there are other cases that need my attention.

Without any evidence, there's nothing more I can do.

Syd, that was humiliating.

I told you I didn't want to call them,

but you had to push, like you always do.

I couldn't sit back and do nothing

- if somebody hurt you. - If?

I checked your cabinet.

You haven't been taking your meds.

Of course you don't believe me either.

That's not true. I do believe you.

No, you want to believe me.

The detective said it. I have no case.

I was just lucky I had Dad's badge to scare the guy off.

Luck won't get him off the streets.

And you will?

Syd, you're not Dad.

You may be FBI, but we both know

you don't have the power to open an investigation,

so, please, let it go.

Ms. Castille, do you have a moment?

Um, I have until my next meeting.

- Let's make it quick. - I'm Sydney Ortiz.

I'm the profiling coordinator.

I work downstairs, and I have a case to bring you.

- Oh, I see. - Yes.

My sister was assaulted in her home last night,

almost raped.

I am so sorry to hear that.

Is your sister a federal employee?

No.

Uh, does she live in federal housing?

No.

I'm afraid it's outside of my jurisdiction.

I can make a few calls to friends at NYPD.

You and I both know barely 5% of sexual assaults

end in an arrest, and less than half of those result in jail time.

I already started my profile on her attacker.

This guy didn't get what he wanted.

Matter of time before he strikes again.

Uh, how... how are you so sure about this?

Four years of BAU training and experience.

Rounding up, figure the taxpayer is paying

about a mil for me to stand here, and have this conversation,

and if it's one person I don't like to disappoint,

it's a taxpayer.

Ortiz, you said?

You wouldn't happen to be Vic's daughter?

Before he passed, he helped me close

the trickiest narco case of my career.

There wasn't a workaround he couldn't find.

Technically, your sister, she could have been attacked

because she was a relative of FBI agents.

We have to presume the assault was related to your job.

Alarm looks fine, functioning.

Heard you ran another partner off, Scola.

What's that, three for three?

Yeah, I told Isobel I'm done speed dating.

I want to be single for a while.

You mean third wheel?

Well, maybe we don't label it.

No sign that anyone else was here.

No such thing as a perfect crime, right?

Hey, guys, broken glass.

Maybe there's a struggle. Glass goes over.

Guy's meticulous, so he cleans it up,

but he misses this one piece.

Or it could have been there for a year.

Or there was no crime, and the only reason we're here

is 'cause it's Victor Ortiz's daughter.

Nothing wrong with that. I'm just stating the obvious.

No, it's true.

If her dad didn't die in the field, then...

Her sister didn't work in the basement,

we wouldn't be here.

All we have is her word.

Well, any other crime, first-person account is enough.

Hopefully, she's believable.

Glass?

Maybe it got knocked over. I... I don't know.

Well, these are pretty serious allegations...

home invasion, assault.

We're gonna need more to build a case.

I know that.

That's why I told you to leave it alone.

Hold on.

We know a little.

This guy bought Mel's lie that she's FBI,

so he doesn't know her well.

He's not a friend or a coworker,

but he was careful.

He's a stalker, deluded by a fantasy

- of reciprocal affection. - OK.

We do have a timeline, sort of.

He said he's been admiring Mel.

Exactly.

A crime of this level of precision took preparation.

He's been watching for months, not days.

Mel, anybody you can think of

that might fit that description?

How about half the male population of New York?

Mel, this is a guy who's made himself a part of your routine.

Just think.

I came up with a routine with my psychiatrist.

Get up at 7:00, brush my teeth.

Then I make a smoothie, go on a late morning run.

There's a guy I always see on my jog.

I've never talked to him, but he's always there.

That fits the profile. What does he look like?

He's a tall white guy, around 6 foot.

And he has tattoos of birds on his calves.

I got eyes on him, bird tattoos.

He is on your tail.

Me too.

I didn't break into anyone's apartment.

We know that you've been stalking

Melanie Ortiz for three months.

So unless you want to take a field trip to Rikers...

Wait, no.

You got it all wrong.

I just wanted to ask her out.

I haven't been on a date in two years.

I was trying out a tip I read in a men's magazine.

If girls see you out regularly at a at a coffee shop

or the gym, they're more likely to say yes.

Just out of curiosity, do they also suggest following the women home,

like you did to Melanie last week?

I finally worked up the courage to introduce myself.

I was waiting for her to come back out

so I could bump into her, you know?

But some guy comes out of left field

and sends her flowers.

- What guy? - I didn't see him.

All I saw were the flowers he left...

pink roses in the shape of a bunny,

embroidered card. It seemed pretty desperate to me.

Did they say who they were from?

No, just that they were from a secret admirer.

So... so I threw them away.

I figured if she never got 'em, I still had a shot.

Talk to me.

The jogger was working the graveyard shift last night.

He's a customer service rep for a local internet company.

OK, so he is out,

but he did give us the next piece to our puzzle.

Days before her attack, Mel received flowers from a secret admirer.

Or would have if our jogger hadn't trashed them.

Lines up with what the perp told Mel.

- It's him. - Uh, maybe.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

But assuming there's a connection...

There's only one boutique in Park Slope

that sells flower arrangements in the shape of animals...

- Vase and Vines. - OK.

Can we figure out who made the purchase?

The owner says the flowers were purchased

anonymously online with a gift card,

so it's impossible to trace.

Hi. Can you tell us if that card

was used to make any other purchases?

He says a second identical order

for a Jennifer Murray yesterday.

Jennifer Murray, 26,

currently in NYU grad school for engineering.

We need to contact her now. This guy's targeting her.

Maybe.

She's not answering.

And she didn't show up for class today.

Her ID was never scanned in.

OK, let's get a marked unit

over there for a health and welfare check.

Is there any cameras outside her apartment?

- Yeah, sharing it now. - OK, great.

- Kelly, over here. - Yeah.

All right, so we're scrubbing the last few days.

This guy was watching her too,

so we're looking for anything twice...

a car, a face, a dog.

You see it, let me know.

Nothing's sticking out.

Try checking last night between 12:00 and 4:00 a.m.

There. Go back.

Can you zoom in?

Fire up the JOC.

We have an abduction.

No reports made with NYPD in the last 48 hours.

Facial rec confirms it is indeed Jennifer Murray.

All right, so let's put a BOLO out for her

in the five boroughs, yeah?

In the meantime, unless our abductor

is training for the World's strongest man,

he was not carrying Jennifer far.

So where was he going? Does he live nearby?

Was he parked down the street?

If so, can we get a make and model,

or dare we dream, a plate number, yeah?

- On it. - All right. Nice job, Ortiz.

So what inspired the hunch?

Frustration-aggression displacement theory.

Uh, OK, you're upstairs, so in layman's terms, please?

After the perp failed to make Mel his first,

he went after another woman to fulfill his fantasy.

So Jennifer Murray was plan B.

Assuming he's a first-time attacker,

he would be thorough, and it wouldn't be uncommon

for him to have more than one potential victim.

Right, so we can expect him to be just as prepared,

and we're already a day behind.

All right, people, where are my eyes in the sky?

Street cams follow him for a couple blocks

before hitting a blind spot.

After that, nothing.

Well, then we get down there, and start canvassing for witnesses.

Maggie, OA, and Scola are en route with the ERT.

I'll meet them there, scope out the scene, and expand the profile.

Ortiz.

With me.

I spoke to your supervisor, Eric.

He said you have no field experience,

but you're a good agent... brilliant, even.

But you don't play well with others.

Actually, "won't" is the word he used.

I have my own way of doing things.

What I am saying is believing you are

the smartest person in the room,

it might work downstairs, but up here in the field,

it could be the one thing that gets you killed.

So when I say you go right,

you go right.

Absolutely.

What the hell is up with the bunny kink?

The flowers aren't sexual. They're romantic.

Right. He's courting his victim.

He's convinced himself he's a gentleman,

that they're in love.

Or that he's not hurting them.

Every bad guy is the hero of his own story, right?

I might be a little out of my lane here,

but isn't that somewhat of a leap?

You tell me.

"To Bunny, from your secret admirer."

All right, it's the same as your sister's.

It's also the same crime scene.

There's no forced entry, no fingerprints yet.

The only difference is, this time he took his vic.

Right, which means we better find another thread to pull,

or she's gone, if she isn't already.

This guy's been waiting for this moment.

He's not gonna kill if he doesn't have to.

He's gonna hold on to her for as long as he can.

Are you always this sure about everything?

Jennifer Murray?

Call an ambo.

Can you describe the attack?

I don't want to talk about it.

Can you describe the room that you were being held?

Did he allow you to move around, or were you tied up?

Uh, Agent Ortiz,

can you get Jennifer some more water?

I think there's a cooler in the hallway.

Do you think I could get a blanket or something?

Yeah, of course.

Here, you can have this.

Listen, we're here to help you, any way we can.

So you can take a breath.

And when you're ready, then I'm ready.

I woke up to a bright light...

it was flashing...

and a man standing over me.

I never saw his face.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's OK.

It's perfectly normal and healthy

not to remember every detail

when you have an experience like that.

Any detail does matter, no matter how small.

Do you remember what happened next?

He injected me with something.

I blacked out.

I woke up in a room.

It was... it was dark.

And, um...

there was a shower in the corner, dripping.

He had a mask on.

His face was just a smear.

I couldn't move,

but I was awake.

And as he did it,

he kept saying,

"You're my first.

You're so special."

And then he dropped me back at home.

You're being really brave.

We're gonna make sure this never happens again.

All right, so Melanie Ortiz was attacked

in Park Slope just after midnight.

Jennifer Murray was abducted shortly after in College Point,

only to return to her apartment in less than 12 hours.

So let's make this make sense, people.

The hospital confirmed Jennifer Murray

was drugged with the same GHB analog injected into Melanie Ortiz.

So presumably the same perp.

But how does a drugged woman travel across the city

- in broad daylight? - Well, maybe she didn't.

If the profile Syd is building is correct,

our perp is living in this fantasy world

where he's the perfect gentleman.

So maybe he dropped her off.

Door-to-door abduction, right?

You're saying he was within hundred feet of us?

If he was, he's moving in blind spots.

I've got nothing on street cams... no vehicle.

Right, so the maestro isn't just finding

his way around security systems.

He's also evading surveillance.

Are you OK?

I know.

It could have been your sister in there.

For whatever it's worth,

there's no way I would have been able

to sit on the sidelines either.

If someone went after my sister,

I'd want to hunt that guy down too.

I'm just glad you were here.

She wouldn't talk to me.

If you want people to open up,

you need to show them that you really care,

and you cannot fake it.

I know.

Empathy is a key tactic in the science of interviewing.

It's great, but out here,

you need people to tell you the truth in a short amount of time

if you want to be a field agent.

I never planned for this.

I just wanted to help my sister.

But... but her story...

a strobe light, an injection...

When she first told me...

You didn't believe her.

Mel always saw things that weren't there,

since we were kids.

Yeah, I have a hard time believing my sister too.

She sees ghosts too?

No, but she has her demons.

Look, I'll tell you over drinks sometime.

Thanks, but I don't drink

when I'm getting to know someone.

Why, so you can profile them?

No.

So they can't profile me.

All right, so help me out here.

The perp also told Jennifer Murray,

- "You're my first." - Yes.

My mistake was taking him literally.

He told Mel the same thing

because he wants his victims to feel special.

All right, victims, plural.

You think there's more.

That's our working theory.

Perp makes them shower... as a kindness, sure,

but also to wash away evidence.

He's got a system down pat.

This kind of precision takes practice.

Yeah, well, we should have enough to run a ViCAP search.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Entering the details now. - OK.

Results populating any second.

That's a lot of firsts.

How far back do they go?

At least six years.

17 cases open, but none of them

followed up by law enforcement...

city, county, state.

These are all the women who weren't believed.

All right, people, 17 victims' voices

went unheard for far too long.

It is time to listen.

Now, serial offenders usually operate in a pattern,

through a routine, so there has to be

a common thread linking the victims

that can lead us to the perp.

Well, it's not physical type.

These women are different races, ages,

builds, and body types.

All right, let's... let's talk details.

- They all live alone. - Mm-hmm.

And just like Jennifer Murray and Melanie Ortiz,

they all report having a home security system

that didn't sound during the attack.

OK, that's... that's interesting.

What security company did they have?

We checked. It was about a dozen different companies.

Right.

Except...

all these brands have been rolled up

by one corporate buyer.

You're saying all the victims had the same security company?

I'm saying all the victims had

the same security company...

Sentinel Alarms, a Delaware corporation.

I want everything on Sentinel Alarms...

owners, managers,

down to the techs who install it all.

OK, according to Sentinel's HR department,

there was an employee that was terminated a few months ago

for withholding a sex offender charge...

Justin Halvorson, 30, former service technician.

Means he worked on-site in clients' homes.

So he had access to the homes and a history of sex crimes.

Do I need to finish this thought?

I don't have to answer any of your questions.

I did nothing to no one.

You were attacking women,

clients of your own company.

Yeah, except I didn't.

Let's back up.

Your sex offender status...

you withheld it from the company.

That's a crime right there.

That's not how that went down.

Yeah? So why don't you start talking?

I was 18.

I was in love with a girl who was, yeah,

22 months younger than me.

Her parents were rich.

They got the cops involved,

ruined my life.

- You didn't hurt anyone? - No.

Well, someone out there did.

And it would be easy for us to take your case

to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

So unless you explain yourself,

your life's gonna change all over again.

I didn't lie.

My boss, Tom, he kept it off the paperwork.

It's why he hired me.

Tom thought that I was just like him,

that I was down with what he was doing over there.

What was he doing?

He'd pull alarm systems offline for maintenance

in the middle of the night to surveil women

as they made dinner, brushed their teeth, slept.

He's sick.

I'm not like him.

You knew about it, did nothing.

No, I...

I confronted him.

He freaked, revealed my record to HR,

and I got fired.

Before I left, I downloaded proof

of when the systems were down as leverage.

Leverage?

Unlawful termination.

I looked into suing, but lawyers are expensive.

So the kid's boss, Tom McGrath,

was surveilling young women on cameras he installed

and then disabling their security systems remotely.

That is insane. What am I looking at here?

OK, so we're going through Justin's logs.

All the dates and times systems were taken offline

correlate with attacks going back years.

And McGrath matches the height and build

of the man who abducted Jennifer Murray.

Where is he now?

Can I help you?

We're looking for Tom McGrath.

- Tom? - Yeah.

Over there.

One step closer, and I jump. I mean it.

That's the easy way out, Tom. Don't be a coward.

Stand down, Ortiz.

I got nothing to say to you.

- How about my sister? - I said stand down!

Tom, I'm Agent Zidan.

Agent Ortiz didn't mean that.

You're not a coward. You were just feeling trapped.

And I get it.

You don't... you don't understand.

But I want to. Huh?

Just let us hear what you have to say at least.

And then we can work this out together.

Please.

That's it.

Hey!

OK, all right. I got you.

I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Even the bad guys need to believe we're on their side, OK?

This is all looking very clear to me, Tom.

You disable alarm systems of women

who trust your company to protect them

so that you can grab them undetected.

And enough women bravely came forward...

You found him.

I told you I would.

Mel, I got your back,

no matter what.

You're all I've got.

Are you ready?

You make a positive identification,

and we get you out of here,

and we make sure he never does this to anyone again.

Security system that uses Sentinel Alarms,

your employer's hardware.

We've got all the data from your office

to back it up.

Even caught you on camera.

That's you.

That's why you tried to kill yourself

because you couldn't face what you have done to 17 women.

I never touched that woman, ever.

It's not his voice.

What?

I'm telling you, that's not him.

You've got the wrong guy.

I'm positive. He has a co-conspirator.

OK, but we didn't find any communications with anyone on his phone.

I know that you want to believe your sister, but...

She was right, about it all.

But Tom doesn't match my profile.

He feels guilt.

That's why he was clamming up in the box.

That's why he tried to kill himself.

Right, or it could be because he's, you know, guilty.

He is the beta.

That means there's an alpha out there,

an alpha predator, one who doesn't know right from wrong...

a dangerous, serious sex offender.

That's a theory.

So let's test it.

Let's see if Tom breaks.

It'll be tough.

Betas rarely turn on their alphas...

Especially one who allows them to live out their darkest fantasies.

They only break if they feel betrayed.

Then that's our plan.

Tom's attorney just arrived.

He's willing to talk for a proffer agreement.

No.

Then we can't use his testimony against him.

If you're right, he has information we need.

He could lead us to the man who assaulted your sister.

You know, I came to you

because I thought you'd understand.

Agent Ortiz, you don't understand.

Cutting deals with bad people haunts me,

but this is how we get results,

so that you and the rest of New York can sleep at night.

So who'd you piss off this time?

It's not funny, Eric.

So now what? You're giving up?

Back to the dungeon for you, huh?

We have 17 cases that match our perp's MO, right?

Women drugged, abducted, returned to their homes.

One case doesn't match.

How's that?

His first victim, Chloe Mullins,

wasn't returned home.

I would interview her, but two years after,

she took her own life.

What about a witness?

Well, the night of the attack,

Chloe escaped.

A woman, June Bakers,

found her stumbling in the street.

I tried calling her too, but no answer.

No way I solve this before Tom gets his deal.

You know, when SAC Castillo called and asked about you...

I know. You said I won't play well with others.

I said you were just like your father...

sharp, insightful, and a dog with a bone.

Yeah, well, look where that got him.

He had the respect of every agent

who ever worked with him.

He was tireless.

It's Syd.

I didn't realize you guys were on a texting basis.

Oh, she's just eager. Come on.

- We all were at some point. - Mm, you were obnoxious.

That's different.

Yeah, she's going to talk to some witness

down at the Heathman.

- A witness? - What witness?

Tell us how it works.

Go ahead. Tell her.

I disabled the alarm systems,

and then I watched them sleep.

That's it.

What about the break-ins?

I don't do them.

Who does?

I don't know.

Oh, because you're just the eyes and ears.

You surveil the victims, learn their routine,

every detail about their home,

so that your partner can take them without a trace.

You want to remain loyal, Tom?

This guy is not doing the same for you.

Look at you. Look where you are,

while he gets off scot-free.

He set it up this way so that you would take the fall

for what he has done.

He used you.

No, Roy wouldn't do that to me.

Roy. Who is he?

Roy.

I met him online.

He couldn't get a date either.

He wanted to sleep with them, and I wanted to watch,

so he let me see everything.

He would take the women,

and you would meet him to watch.

Yes, in the basement of an apartment building,

the Heathman.

Roy's the super.

Can I help you?

Special Agent Sydney Ortiz, FBI.

I'm here to speak with June Bakers.

Oh, she's lived here for a long time.

Follow me. I'll take you to her.

Do you mind if I ask what this is about?

A girl she found a couple of years back, Chloe Mullins.

Well, I'm sure she'll be happy to help.

- I didn't catch your name. - Oh, I'm Roy.

I'm the super.

She's not answering.

OK, we got to get down there now.

Roy, it's not too late.

You still have a choice about how this ends.

Surveillance confirms Agent Ortiz

entered the Heathman, but it doesn't show her leaving,

meaning she is still in there somewhere, and we need to find her.

Let's start in the basement.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Oh!

- I feel for you, Roy. - You don't understand.

I loved Chloe.

Then why didn't you drop her home?

That was her fault.

I know to take a woman home after a date,

but she was... she was... she was stubborn,

and... and she got away.

And then June found her outside.

If she had just stayed,

I would have taken care of her.

That's very kind of you, Roy,

because that's who you really are,

a gentleman.

Will you make sure I get home safe too, Roy?

We don't have that kind of relationship.

No, no, no, no.

No, you ruined it.

Now I have to kill you.

Go, go, go!

I'm on your side, Roy.

Tell your story to my team.

No. You're trying to trick me.

No. No.

I just... I just want you

to be the gentleman that you are...

The kind of person who takes accountability

when they hurt someone.

I never hurt anyone.

I'm sorry to say this, Roy, but you did.

We found the room. No sign of Agent Ortiz.

It's exactly as Tom described it.

Where the hell is she?

The Heathman has six floors, 90 units in total,

- at 100% occupancy. - That does not narrow it down.

Got something.

Unit 514 has permits for a renovation.

It's unoccupied.

The only person that would have access...

The super.

All right, team, we have a location.

Unit 514.

Chloe killed herself when no one believed what happened.

You're lying.

I'm not, Roy.

She's dead.

She committed suicide because of what you did to her.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But you have a chance to do the right thing.

I'm so sorry.

Roy, wait!

Shots fired.

- Shots fired. - Go, go, go!

Suspect is DOA.

OK?

- I didn't mean for him to... - Syd, Syd, It's OK.

It's OK. Come on.

All right, Jubal. We got her. Ortiz is OK.

On behalf of the FBI,

I am so sorry your cases were ignored.

Every one of you took a brave step coming forward

and made this arrest possible.

Though we can't change what happened,

I can tell all of you that the FBI

will be devoting significant resources

to our serial offender program, starting now.

We're gonna interview you one by one.

The world will know that this happened.

- Hi. - Hi.

My name is Isobel Castille.

Almost forgot.

Thank you.

Got a second?

Sorry to say, your supervisor was right.

You inserted yourself into an investigation,

disobeyed direct orders, questioned my plan of action...

I know. And you were right.

I made about 100 mistakes in the field today.

But also, it was...

I think it's where I belong one day.

100 mistakes?

How it felt.

So next time when I say go right, you go right.

Yes, absolutely.

Next time?

I thought you went home.

Oh, yeah, I called to check in.

Ella's doing great.

I mean, it helps that she loves Erin.

- Nice. - Yeah.

Look at that, huh?

Today could have been so much worse.

Ooh, inspiring toast.

I don't know about you guys, but finding Syd like that,

tied up, my stomach dropped.

What do you think of her?

I think she's smart, but there's a reason

we keep the BAU folks in the dungeon, right?

Yeah. Mm.

She's behind me, isn't she?

- Yeah. - That's amazing. Hi.

You'll get used to me.

I thought you don't drink when getting to know people.

I thought I'd make an exception

for my new teammates.

OK. Cheers.