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1 Can you believe this? Flat tire.

It's karma. You know that, right?

How you figure?

The universe meant for us

to stop at that diner we passed

and have a beer, let the tires cool down.

This flat cost us a good 10 minutes.

We're gonna need to hit it extra hard

the rest of the way.

You ever been to a dog race?

Nope.

Well, the way they get the dogs to run is,

they send out this electric rabbit,

Rusty the rabbit. It's hooked on the guardrail,

it zips around in front of the dogs.

This one time I went, the lead dog

got out so far ahead of the others,

it actually caught the damn thing.

The dog was electrocuted.

That's a horrible story.

And the point of it being,

sometimes slow and steady wins the race.

You hear that?

Hear what?

It's like a humming.

Kind of gilded the lily on that last one, agent.

I wanted to be sure.

That the bad guy was shredded like taco cheese?

I'll send the results over to the review board this evening.

Did I do ok?

Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp.

Or... Al Capone, maybe.

Good morning, Dr. Reid.

Morning.

Have a seat.

It's our last session. I bet you're glad

to see this day come.

I am.

Don't forget, you weren't singled out.

Your entire team had 6 weeks of mandated leave.

True, but I am the only one

being evaluated for reinstatement.

You're the only one on probation.

You've had a lifetime's worth of trauma

packed into the last 6 months.

Mexico.

Prison.

The situation with your mother.

Add to that the loss of a team member.

It's a lot, I know. It is a lot.

But I'm fine now. When do you think

the board will make their decision?

I feel like we've discussed...

The decision's been made...

Last night.

What is it?

Dr. Reid, several years ago,

we had a reinstatement hearing very much like this one.

Like you, an outstanding agent.

Like you, had been through a lot.

We reinstated him.

Two months later, he overreacted in a hostage situation

and nearly cost 3 people their lives.

All that is a way of saying

that we didn't arrive at this decision in haste.

They said no?

They said yes.

They said yes?

The review board unanimously approved

your full reinstatement.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

There is a condition, however,

and you may not like it,

but it's nonnegotiable.

It's like the first day back at school.

And what did you do over your summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?

Boob tube.

I always heard people talk about binge-watching,

so I decided to try it.

There's nothing wrong with that.

They told us to unplug.

You were just following orders.

Where do you want these, boss?

What are they?

Backlog of cases I assisted on

while the rest of you were off.

Right there will be fine.

That's a bad sign when you need a forklift

to move around the serial killer files.

How was it? I mean talk about

being dropped into the deep end of the pool.

Oh, it's just nice to be swimming in the stateside pool.

Family loves having Dad around a little more,

and for the first time in a decade...

My internal clock is normalizing.

Speaking of getting back to normal,

we might need a new box. We've got a case.

It's so great to see all of your faces again.

I have a couple of announcements. Please hold your applause

until I'm done.

As you have obviously heard,

Dr. Spencer Reid has been fully reinstated.

Welcome back, Spence.

Whoo-hoo! Yes!

Oh. That's not the end, is it?

I would also like to thank

the newest member of our team, Matt Simmons,

for holding down the fort when we were on the sidelines.

IRT's loss is our gain.

So welcome aboard, Matt.

Thank you. It is great to be here, guys.

Is that the end?

That is the end.

Whoo-hoo! Yes!

Ok, let's get things started.

Ah, allow me to provide the unhappy transition

to the sad part of our day job.

Ok, yesterday afternoon in Naples, Florida,

two bicyclists stumbled upon

26-year-old Ann Baker.

She had been put in a suitcase

and left by the side of the road.

Disarticulated?

I hate that I know what that word means.

No, she was in one piece.

Police found this in Ann Baker's apartment.

She was getting ready for dinner.

Food was chopped and pans were ready.

A special dinner. It looks like wine,

candles, flowers, the works.

Table for two.

Maybe her dining partner suddenly acquired

an appetite for something else.

Police report says no sign or forced entry or struggle.

Yes, however, some of the victim's blood

was found in the apartment,

so that means she was probably killed there and then moved.

If the unsub simply wanted her dead,

why not just leave her there?

The obvious answer is it wasn't that simple.

It's not easy to fold somebody up like a road map.

Our unsub is strong.

He's had practice.

Two weeks ago, police found this.

She has not been identified yet

besides the fact that she is a she.

Similar suitcases.

And they look old, almost vintage.

We have suitcases of our own to pack. Wheels up in 30.

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Serial killer Carl Panzram said,

“I believe the only way to reform people is to kill them.”

Till we get an I.D. on our Jane Doe,

victimology is limited to Ann Baker,

so what do we know?

Uh, Florida native,

worked as an R.N for a local hospital,

volunteered at a palliative care facility on the weekends.

Well-liked by friends and co-workers.

What about her love life?

That plus one missing from that dinner bothers me.

It says here she was single. Never married.

Boyfriends, Garcia?

None currently, although Ann did have

an active social media presence.

Including dating apps.

Do we know where the luggage was purchased?

Not at any retail outlet in the greater Naples area,

I can tell you that much.

Symbolism 101 will tell you

he sends his victims packing.

Hit the road, Jack, and don't come back.

Or revenge, maybe, on a woman

who once sent him packing.

Jilted lover. That's how Ted Bundy got started.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You guys, another woman's body has been found in a suitcase

by a bus stop. She's been identified as Laura Weston.

Ok, Alvez, when we land, go to this new bus stop crime scene.

A place this public, there have got to be witnesses

or surveillance cameras. Dave, JJ, you'll go talk the M.E.

Matt, Tara, you'll go to Laura Weston’s home.

Reid, you and I will set up at the local PD.

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C.O.D. on Laura Weston was asphyxia, like the other victims.

Unlike the others, she suffered lacerations

to her arms and hands.

Defensive wounds.

But he didn't use a knife to kill her.

Must have been to initially control her.

I wanted you to see this.

Did the other two victims have lipstick like that?

Our Jane Doe was too decomposed to tell.

Ann Baker, yes, but not this exaggerated.

Any evidence of sexual assault?

None. Which surprised me.

Laura was wearing this and only this

when she was found at the bus stop.

And there were traces of nonoxynol-9

on her fingertips.

Spermicide.

Condoms are sometimes treated with nonoxynol-9.

Well, unless this was under duress or postmortem staging,

it looks like the victim was preparing for consensual sex.

Yeah. And probably with the man

who was about to murder her.

They're comparing dental records to our Jane Doe.

Hopefully we'll get an I.D. soon.

You ok?

Mm-hmm.

No. Actually, no.

What's going on?

There was a condition to my reinstatement.

For every 100 days that I spend in the field,

I'm required to take 30 days off.

I know. They told me.

So it's not even a full reinstatement.

Of course it is.

The 30-day clause is just a temporary safety valve.

We all need one now and then.

Hell, I just finished watching 119 episodes

of “The amazing race” for that reason.

Besides, it's not like you'll be put in mothballs

for those 30 days. I've arranged for you

to teach a series of seminars to other agents.

Seminars about what?

That's up to you.

The world according to Spencer Reid.

Are you worried?

About what?

About me being in the field,

that I might freak out, overreact?

Why would you even...

Because I wanted to kill Scratch.

Standing room only on that bus.

No, I mean it literally.

After what he did to you,

if I had found him, I would have killed him.

And... I would have slept well.

The review board asked me to weigh in

before they made their decision,

and I told them that you are rock solid.

Thank you for putting yourself out on a limb for me.

I know you, Spencer.

The limb isn't going to break.

Laura Weston’s parents are waiting for me in the interview room.

Anything from the bus stop?

Zero. No witnesses, no video.

Bus line didn't go anywhere special,

so either this guy is really lucky or he's really good.

They did pull some blood off the handle of the suitcase

that might belong to the unsub.

So maybe he injured himself this time?

I'll call local E.Rs, check to see if anybody

that fits the unsub's profile

might have gotten stitched up last night.

Right. Good. Keep me posted.

There you go.

Oh, careful. It's hot.

Thanks.

Thought I recognized that sound.

What sound?

Barista mating call.

Stop being ridiculous.

He works here all week

and then shows up on his one day off?

It's not the coffee he's coming in for. It's you.

I'm not gonna bother him.

He told me a family member died recently.

So?

So, I don't exactly think his mind's on dating.

I said mating, not dating.

And he's a guy, Helen.

That stuff's never off their minds.

Fine. But I don't want to hear it

when one day he leaves and you're sitting here

crying about what could have been. Mm-mmm.

Same as Ann's apartment.

Table for two, wine, candles, all of it.

Tara checked Laura's lipstick stash at her apartment.

She only used gloss or pale tones.

So he brings the lipstick with him just like the suitcases.

Hey, how'd it go with Laura's parents?

Worst part of the job.

Always has been, always will be.

They have any idea who might have done this?

No. They said their daughter was warm and generous,

the type who always befriended the unpopular kid in school.

She never saw a stray dog she didn't want to adopt.

She was working as a yacht broker down at the marina.

She have any men in her life?

Nobody special.

Like Ann Baker, she was using dating apps.

Her parents did say that she had been depressed recently.

Her best friend died in a drowning accident in California.

She was struggling with it.

These are sexualized environments,

but no sexual activity.

You think impotence is fueling his rage?

Except that typically happens in the moment.

This unsub comes to the scene with a suitcase ready.

It is premeditated.

Ok, so both victims gravitated toward those in need.

Lewis mentioned Ted Bundy on the jet.

I mean, what if it's that, just with a twist?

How do you twist what's already twisted?

Bundy's ruse was to pretend to be injured, right?

Hobble around on crutches, ask women for help.

Yeah, he needed that prop.

But would-be victims are savvier today.

The crutch would need to be more subtle.

Like?

Something internal.

Not a broken bone.

Maybe a broken heart.

Thought you might want a refill.

Oh. Thank you.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, cut it by accident.

Sort of in a fog these days.

I know the feeling.

To lose somebody close, I mean.

My dad died when I was 9.

I'm sorry.

You have somebody you can talk to about it?

My grandmother, but she's sick.

I don't like to upset her.

Are you ok?

Uh... sorry.

Let me help you. Can I buy you another coffee?

We haven't matched dental records on our Jane Doe yet.

We'll widen the search 100 miles at a time.

Hopefully she didn't get her cavities filled in Alaska.

Guys, both victims were wearing a lipstick called Midnight surprise,

which contains red dye number 2 and amaranth,

but here's the thing... red dye number 2 was found to be carcinogenic

and has been banned in the manufacturing

of cosmetics since the 1980s.

Midnight surprise.

So I guess lip cancer qualifies as a surprise.

Old suitcases and 30-year-old lipstick.

This guy's fixated on the past.

Or a woman from the past.

Someone who maybe packed up and left

when our unsub was a child.

His mother.

If our unsub was abandoned, his current victims

could be surrogates for the female who left him.

Grandma?

Where have you been?

Please don't be mad.

I've met someone.

Her name is Helen and she works at the coffee shop with me.

I told you about her before, remember?

She's not like the others, Grandma, honest.

She told me today she lost her dad when she was 9,

almost like me with my mom.

Her father died.

Your mother left.

But Helen understands.

Is this what you want, a whore,

just like all the rest?

Don't call her that.

That's what she is, a whore.

And she's gonna leave you. She's gonna go.

She's gonna leave you just like your mother.

No!

No!

No. No, no, don't leave!

Come back!

No!

I'm still trying to find an overlap with these victims.

One's a nurse, one sells boats,

how are they intersecting with the unsub?

Death, maybe?

Ann Baker, she volunteered

at a palliative care facility, right?

And Laura had a friend who just recently died.

By drowning, in California.

But Prentiss said that Laura was struggling with depression.

So what if she sought out help...

Counseling or a support group?

A Ted Bundy for the emo generation.

Grief and loss are the bait,

and that's how he draws his victims into his orbit.

I'm sorry.

You were right about Helen.

We're looking for a male in his early to mid-20s.

He's strong enough to strangle his victims,

stuff them into oversize luggage,

and then transport the bodies to secondary disposal sites.

He's mostly likely handsome and non-threatening.

He's able to insinuate himself into his victims' lives romantically

before murdering them.

But this person differs from the usual

charm-and-harm killer in that he does not actively seduce his victims.

Rather, they come to him.

He hunts by making himself the hunted.

In psychoanalysis, this is known

as the Florence Nightingale effect,

a term given to caregivers who develop strong sexual

or romantic relationships with their patients.

We believe the stressor has been in place since childhood

and involves abandonment by a maternal figure,

most likely his actual mother.

But this goes far beyond the mere seeking out

of lost motherly love.

For some reason, his need is entangled

with intense and ritualistic homicidal impulses.

Something or someone else could be in play.

Up until now, he's been able to easily

compartmentalize his life,

separating the psychopath who kills

from the part of him who easily blends into normal society.

However, something recently triggered a breakdown

in these walls, and his ability to separate

the sane from the psychopath is rapidly eroding.

We therefore expect this killer will become more reckless

and more violent. Time is of the essence.

You know what you have to do.

She's a whore, like all the others.

Florence Nightingale.

Why does that type of woman flip his switch?

I could make a joke about uniforms and sponge baths.

But that would be beneath me. I...

No witnesses, geo profile's been a dead end.

We can at least narrow down the timeframe.

Did the M.E. have an estimate on when Jane Doe was killed?

Ballpark, month and a half ago.

So the end of August, roughly.

Garcia?

Welcome to the request line at noon with Penny.

What's your pleasure?

I need you to check and see if anything unusual

happened in the Naples area during the last two weeks of August.

Unusual. Can you narrow that down a skosh?

Not yet, unfortunately.

Then I will seek out unusual.

Garcia, did you look for any overlap

between Laura's support group

and the palliative facility Ann volunteered with?

Yeah, I did, but there wasn't any.

Ok, expand it to include friends and extended family.

Expansion commencing.

Request line is closed. Mwah!

Given the high-profile dump sites,

I am amazed this guy's remained so elusive.

He's passive. Back when I was on the fugitive taskforce,

those were the hardest ones to catch.

Both victims were level-headed women,

measured, pragmatic, not the type

for impulsive whirlwind romance.

It allows the courtship period to proceed slowly.

But we have taken that luxury away from him.

Now, without the time to select and groom,

odds are he'll just get less selective.

Aah! Aah!

Oh! No! No!

Aah! Aah!

Uh!

Oh...

All right. We caught a break.

General records IDed Jane Doe,

our first victim, as Patty Dunlop...

Single, originally from Philadelphia.

We're digging now for a local address.

Work history?

It's sketchy. She bounced around a lot...

Taos, Key West, Sedona.

I smell a trust fund kid in patchouli oil.

Who didn't have a whole lot of friends.

No one reported her missing.

Holly Lefferts... attorney, recently remarried.

Is her husband here?

In Asia on business.

Hold on.

Well, if I know my Midnight surprise,

this is Midnight surprise.

Yeah. Looks like it's smeared on like the others,

and then he tried to clean it up.

Her blouse is buttoned wrong,

and the zipper on her skirt is facing the wrong way.

He put her clothes back on.

M.E. did say there was evidence

of sexual assault this time...

No ligature marks

but severe bruising around her neck.

If he did strangle her,

this time, it was hands on.

Or she died from blunt force trauma.

Looks like the back of her skull's been damaged.

Ok, so a married victim, blitz attack, no suitcase.

I mean, if it wasn't for the Midnight surprise,

I'd have serious doubts this was even our guy.

We didn't release the lipstick detail

to the public, so it's not a copycat.

Overkill, then undoing and remorse.

This guy's all over the place now.

Got an address on Patty Dunlop,

our Jane Doe from the swamp.

Matt and Tara are checking it out.

We better head back. Ok.

Where have you been?

- Work. - Liar.

I'm gonna ask Helen out tonight.

Something happened with you today...

Did you hear what I just said?

Something evil.

You're not listening.

I'm going to ask Helen out tonight,

and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Then leave like your mother,

could never ever make it in the real world.

I'm going. You can't stop me.

You're living under my roof,

you'll do what I say.

- Mommy? - Stop yelling.

- You're upsetting him. - Oh.

You're worried about him all of a sudden?

God, don't make me laugh.

You're drunk.

Better than being a whore,

which is what you are.

Your own mother left you...

Don't talk about that.

And this girl is no different.

Thanks.

Well, no wine and dine here

before Patty Dunlop got dumped in the swamp.

So as far as we know,

this was the unsub's first kill.

His M.O. might have been a work in progress.

Garcia said Patricia had no family

and few friends, so how did her

- and the unsub meet? - Yeah.

I'm not really seeing how she fit into

this grief-and-loss world like the other victims.

No family and a few friends?

Find something?

Yeah.

That's a lot of kitchenware for someone who lives alone.

Garcia?

What are you doing here?

Your shift doesn't start for another...

- I quit. - What?

Told Brad this morning.

I'm shocked.

I'm gonna miss you... or, I mean,

we're gonna miss you at work.

What I came for was,

you want to go out tonight...

Tonight?

Have a beer or something?

It's ok if you don't want to.

No. I want to. That sounds like fun.

Should we meet somewhere or...

Why don't I pick you up here and bring you back?

Sounds good. Heh.

Great.

♪ Bow chick-a bow wow ♪

Ha ha!

What is it, Garcia?

You know, people think they can

get things past me by doing those things under the table.

What they don't know about me is, I am an expert

in under-the-table topography,

so... even though that's where people leave

their gross, chewed-up gum... I always look under the table.

The reason why Patty Dunlop had a gazillion plates

is because she was running an unofficialish,

one-woman catering business from her home.

Do we know who her clients were?

Partially. That's that under-the-table part.

I can tell you that they do not include

Ann's hospital, Laura's yacht club,

or the community center where the support group was held.

As soon as I know more, of course, I'm gonna hit you back.

A tout a l'heure.

Our latest victim... Holly Lefferts.

Well, along with everything else,

she goes against personality type.

But there's profound and multilayered conflict

at work here, as well, I mean, unprecedented rage

followed by incredible tenderness.

We've seen that type of behavior before when

the circle's tightening around the unsub's primary target.

Yeah, so why keep circling?

I mean, it's like he's trying to divert

his homicidal impulses onto someone else.

He can't bring himself to do it.

Our unsub might actually be in love

with his ultimate target.

So...

Here we are.

Everything ok?

I was just worried

that you would change your mind.

Why would I do that?

People have left me before.

Ha! Whoa.

All we're doing is getting a beer, right?

Right. Heh.

Sorry. Listen.

You mind if we stop by my grandmother's first?

Of course not.

I'd like you to meet her.

Really? Why?

I don't know.

Show her how different you are from most women.

Uh, sure.

Well, my grandmother is very protective of me.

Hmm.

Oh, that is fascinating.

Throw us a bone, Penelope.

Chew on this, Fido.

Sir, you need to know that when I said that,

in my mind's eye, that was a sleuthing dog,

little, houndstooth cap and a pipe

who's very good at solving crime.

Penelope, the bone, please?

Uh, it turns out that Patty Dunlop's

last catering gig was a small memorial service

for an elderly woman named Edith Lynch.

When did she die?

August 27 of emphysema.

So that's right around the time

we think Patty was murdered.

That falls squarely into the grief-and-loss basket.

Oh, and I am about to sweetened that pot...

I mean, basket. Ok.

In the weeks that led up to Edith's death,

she received palliative care from... anybody?

- Ann Baker. - We got a winner.

Did Edith have family in the area?

She's got a grandson, and he's a doozy...

William Lynch, aka Billy.

I don't want to prejudge, but his unsub credentials

are, like, stellar... long list of psychiatric problems,

multiple visits to the E.R. as a child

for self-inflicted cutting wounds.

Where are his parents?

Dad was never around,

Mom... Ruth, lots of drug problems,

and she bailed on him when he was 6.

So his grandparents raised him.

That's partially true.

Grandpa, Joseph Lynch,

he's been missing in action from way back.

He ran off with another woman shortly after he married Edith.

Leaving Edith to raise

their daughter Ruth alone.

And then Billy alone 25 years later.

Get out your insulin because here's where the pot...

That is, the basket... Gets the sweetest.

Back in August after Edith died, Billy sought counseling.

“Where?” you ask?

“At the community center where Laura

had her support group,” I answer.

He may not have been part of her group,

but they could've easily crossed paths there.

So Edith was probably the only thing

that kept a lid on Billy's destructive behavior.

Then she dies, and these murders start.

I am sending you Billy's work and home address now.

Matt, you and Lewis go to his workplace.

We'll send JJ and Alvez to check out his apartment.

Grandma?

Your grandma lives here?

All her life.

We had an argument earlier.

She's probably angry and went out for a while.

Maybe it's better if I meet her another time.

Well, pretty sure she'll be back any second.

No. Really, I should go.

What are you talking about?

Will you take me home, please?

No.

It's important that my grandmother meet you.

I'm leaving.

You won't.

Can I help you with something?

Yeah. We're looking for a William Lynch.

We understand he works here.

Billy? He quit this morning.

You just missed him, actually.

Something wrong?

How long ago was he here?

About an hour.

He came by to pick up Helen,

one of our workers.

I think they were going on a date.

Oh, there's got to be a story behind that scowl.

Ruth Lynch, Billy's missing mother.

The one who bailed 20 years ago.

Here's the thing.

The more you look into it, the less she seems

like the type to abandon her child.

I thought she had drug issues.

She did, but she'd been going to rehab,

and on paper, she was a good mother,

responsible.

She kept her child's vaccinations up to date.

She even spent what little extra money

she had to send Billy to summer camp.

Was a missing persons report filed at the time?

Yes, filed by a friend named Susan Aldrete.

Do we know where this Susan Aldrete is now?

She's in Fort Myers.

I just called her, but she didn't want to talk.

Well, that's not too long a drive.

Why don't I go up there and give it

a try myself?

I've got a face that middle-aged women

can't say no to.

Ha ha ha!

Reid, it's me and JJ.

What's going on?

Billy Lynch isn't at work or his apartment.

Yeah, but Garcia said there's also

his grandmother's house.

After she died, the city said

it wasn't up to code, so I don't think

anyone's living there.

Hey, Spence, you're closer than the rest of us.

Do you think you can check it out?

- On my way. - All right.

We're 10 minutes behind you.

I came back.

She tried to leave,

just like you said she would.

I was wrong.

She is like all the rest.

You know what you have to do.

Hey, Rossi. What is it?

I just had a talk with Susan Aldrete.

Apparently, she and Ruth planned to share

an apartment here in Fort Myers

when Ruth disappeared.

What happened? Did Ruth get cold feet?

I don't think so.

She was shipping some of her stuff

up to Susan ahead of time.

- Like what? - Mostly clothes,

but Ruth sent something else.

Susan said she's been holding on to it

all these years as something

to remember Ruth and Billy by.

What is it?

A toy, a little, red tow truck.

My mom leaving...

is practically the first memory I ever had.

Watched her throw stuff in a suitcase and go away.

That was a long time ago.

It wasn't your fault.

Huh.

My grandma knew.

You can't trust women.

They paint their lips,

and they take what they want.

FBI. Drop the knife. Do it.

No. I have to make it right.

This is none of your business!

Billy, I know something,

something about your mother Ruth.

Don't talk about her.

You're not allowed to talk about her.

Can we talk about Susan Aldrete?

Who's that?

Susan was your mother's best friend,

and 20 years ago, your mother was going

to go live with her, and she was taking you along.

No, she wasn't.

Billy, when you were little, you had a toy truck.

Do you remember? It was a tow truck.

It had a hook with a piece of string

on the back for towing other cars.

You remember this?

You do, don't you?

Your mother shipped things ahead of time,

your things, including that toy,

and Susan held on to it all these years

to remember you and to remember your mother.

Your mother loved you, Billy.

She was not going to leave you.

I think something bad happened between her

and your grandmother.

Go on. Leave.

You think you're something special,

but your not.

Come on, Billy. Let's go.

You can't just ignore me like this.

Can't forget your jacket, Billy.

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god, my baby.

Oh, my god.

Baby, no. I'm... I'm sorry.

Please don't leave me.

Think back, Billy.

Your grandmother was angry.

So much yelling.

She was angry because she had been abandoned,

too, once by your grandfather,

and she didn't want to be left alone again.

It's over, Billy. Drop the knife.

Aagh!

- You ok? - I'm good, thanks.

It's ok.

Naples PD may have found Ruth Lynch.

Cadaver dogs were alerted to something

buried in the grandmother's backyard.

Well, her husband leaving with the other woman

must have sent Edith Lynch over the edge.

Ah, it wasn't just another woman.

Edith's husband got seriously ill

after they had Ruth.

When he got better, he ran off with

the pretty, young nurse that looked after him.

Solves the Florence Nightingale of it.

Now, what do you suppose the odds are

that nurse's lipstick was Midnight surprise?

So first official BAU case with the gang, Matt.

How does it feel?

Well, it's like riding a bicycle,

a sick, aberrant bicycle.

I am used to a slightly larger plane, though, so...

I'll put in a requisition for an upgrade.

Speaking of upgrades, I need to upgrade this drink.

Upgrade me, as well, please.

- You got it. - Thank you.

You did great back there.

I mean it.

Well, Rossi did most of the work.

He found the information I needed,

and Billy was no Mr. Scratch.

No. Sure, he is.

All those guys are variations on the same theme.

You know, a box cutter's a box cutter in anybody's hands.

Hey, so let's have it.

How's it feel to be back, Spence?

Feels good, you know?

It's a little strange but good,

and I can't put my finger on it,

but it kind of feels like something's changed.

You were in a maximum-security prison.

I mean, if you were unchanged by that,

you wouldn't be normal.

The weird thing is, it doesn't feel like it's all necessarily bad.

I think maybe... maybe something good came out of it.

Like?

Do you remember how I used to be freaked out about germs?

You and microorganisms. No.

It's not ringing a bell. I...

Well, I'm not all that bothered by it anymore.

I guess all those days in the prison yard,

you know, germs don't seem so bad.

That's great, Spence.

Here. Dig in.

Baby steps.

Baby steps.

“You can't connect the dots

“looking forward.

“You can only connect them looking backwards,

“so you have to trust that they will somehow connect

"in your future”"

Steve Jobs.

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