"So, what exactly was the profile last time?" I raised my brow curiously, watching as Reid gave the road in front of us a quick scan.

"The profile," he paused to switch on his turn signal and move slightly forward, "was that of a vigilante." He turned onto the main road, picking up speed before he glanced at his rearview mirror and switched lanes. Once he was where he wanted to be he let out a small sigh and glanced over at me. "While the murder itself was chaotic and inexperienced, we classified Regan as someone who was organized due to her advanced planning and pride over her kill."

"Right," I nodded.

"Regan took the time to make her victims suffer for their crimes," Reid added, "which is a common in trait in those who believe in punishment killings."

"She also recruited her friend to help," I replied, "so she could easily manipulate others."

"I wouldn't necessarily say manipulate," Reid argued.

"No?"

He shook his head. "Audrey Wilkinson, while definitely vulnerable came to Regan for help, remember?"

I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember the details. As much as I hated to admit it, I was definitely a little rusty. "So, Regan is relatable?" I responded questionably.

"What do you mean?"

I pressed my lips together, taking a quick moment to think as I watched Reid switch lanes again and turn right. "Think about it," I tapped my chin, hoping somehow it'd help me concentrate as I furrowed my brow. "Like Cecilia, she had a pretty big online following. After the press got ahold of the story the whole thing blew up pretty quickly." I remembered not long after we made the arrest there was a lot of talk going on about interviewing the girls. Female serial killers were already a hot commodity for publicity, so the fact that there were two working together and they were high school students was enough to get the ball rolling.

Reid nodded his head in agreement, moving into the driveway before shutting off the car. "The unsub probably watched one of her interviews."

"And resonated with it," I added.

I left Reid to get my stuff. Eagerly, I grabbed my go bag from the back of my closet and started shoving my old work clothes inside. Nowadays, I didn't dress as nice, so most of the stuff I grabbed hadn't been worn for months. Along with that, I gabbed my toiletry bag, giving it quick look over to make sure everything was there. When it was, I packed it too.

As I left I grabbed my old work shoes and tucked them into the crook of my elbow as I pulled out my phone to check the time. We still had lots, which made me thankful, because the last thing I wanted to do was keep Hotch waiting.

At the back of my mind I couldn't help, but wonder if maybe this was a chance to prove myself again. While I wasn't entirely sure what the protocol was for returning agents, part of me wondered that if this went well then maybe there was a possibility of getting reinstated. Deep down I knew it was probably just a shot in the dark, but that didn't stop my brain's curiosity. Hotch did say I was good at my job and while it was obvious that Strauss hated my guts it was obvious that not even she could disagree with me.

I ran up the stairs, smiling at the thought of Strauss admitting my worth to Hotch.

"Where are you going?"

I stopped in my tracks, looking over at Luke who was standing in the kitchen shirtless. Beside him was a small redhead in pajamas, giving me a curious glance as she poured herself a cup of apple juice. My eyes darted between the two of them, narrowing slightly once I saw Luke let out a small chuckle and stare at the ground. Once my brain clicked, I opened my mouth, giving him a nod of approval before pointing at him. "I'm off to Jacksonville for a case, but you and I are gonna talk when I get back, alright?"

"You're leaving for a case?" He looked at me confused.

"Hotch asked me to consult. I gotta run, but I'll tell you about it when I get back." I made my way towards the front door. As I grabbed the handle I turned back to face them, giving Luke a subtle wink before running out to the car and hopping in. "Luke's ex girlfriend is in the house," I said out loud as I threw on my seatbelt.

"She is?" Reid raised his brow.

I nodded. "He mentioned that he wanted to get back together with her. Apparently she got a job offer out here a couple of weeks ago."

"Clearly that worked out," Reid responded.

"I guess so."

At that point Reid backed out of the driveway and started moving. The whole way back to the office we talked more about case details. As Reid spoke, a familiar sense of purpose rushed through my brain, sending me into a frenzy of excitement. Being a profiler was what I was meant to do, at least in my mind, and getting the chance to do it all over again was definitely a blessing.

When we arrived at the office we met everyone outside, switching over to the SUVs without a second thought. Out of habit I walked over to Morgan's vehicle, hopping in the back seat, while Reid took the front. The moment my butt hit the seat I smiled, watching as Morgan turned around and shared my excitement. "Didn't think you'd be back, huh?"  

I shook my head and buckled my seatbelt. "Not in the slightest."

"It's good to have you," he responded with a nod. After that he started driving. When we hit the tarmac I felt a lick of anxiety bubble throughout my stomach as I hopped out of the back and followed Morgan and Reid onto the jet.

"This is so weird," I mumbled, scanning the interior. Despite only being gone for a couple of months the space seemed so foreign to me. I ran my hand along the leather of one of the seats, biting my lip as I moved towards the back of the plane to my favourite one. When I sat down I let out a happy sigh, watching as Reid smiled and plopped down next to me.

"Getting that déjà vu?" Morgan asked.

I nodded.

"Actually," Reid interjected, causing Morgan to immediately roll his eyes. "Déjà vu, while described as a phenomenon that involves strong feelings of familiarity, typically involves the haver to know that what their experiencing has never happened before."

I rolled my eyes too, while Morgan laughed.

"And although the phenomenon has been described by many to feel supernatural or paranormal, some studies show that it might actually be caused by a series of small seizures in the region of your brain that's essential for memory formation and retrieval." He concluded.

I held back a smile, placing my hand on his knee. "Some things never change, Dr. Smart Ass," I mumbled.

"You're not wrong," JJ chuckled as she sat down.

The rest of the crew sat down too, immediately pulling out a couple of iPads. I looked over at Reid curiously who shook his head in disgust and grabbed his bag from the floor. Unsurprisingly, he pulled out a regular old paper file, flashing me a smile as threw his bag back down and moved the file so I could see it.

"Old school, huh?" I smirked.

"Are you surprised?"

"Not at all," I snorted.

Together we scanned the document, Reid taking the time to reread each page a couple of times before I caught up and flipped it over. As we sat I couldn't help, but let the sudden sense of nostalgia kick in.

A series of beeps sounded off from one of the screens on the wall. Once again I looked over at Reid confused. He chuckled slightly, giving my upper back a quick rub as he pointed to the screen. When I looked back over I saw Garcia's adorable face, which was smiling away and waving wildly. "Isla's back!" She squealed.

"Hi!" I waved back.

"Awe, we should patch Prentiss in for old times sake," she giggled.

"Garcia," Hotch raised his brow, causing her to instantly close her mouth and nod.

"Okay, so, just to recap for Isla's sake, the body we found was Morrison Leeman, aged fifty-two. He was found burnt alive in his home in Jacksonville, Florida earlier this morning. The M.E. report stated that not only had he been stabbed multiple times, but he'd also been, uh," she swallowed hard, giving us an uncomfortable look, "raped by a foreign object on more than one occasion."

"Raped, huh?" I raised my brow.

"Yes indeedy, pumpkin seedy," she cringed.

"It's more personal than we thought," Rossi sighed, "not only is our unsub killing these victims painfully, but they're also torturing them beforehand."

"I know that the original case said you had a female unsub, but are we sure that it's the same this time?" Alex questioned. "Typically female serial killers don't show this kind of overkill."

"You're right," Hotch responded, "females are frequently more covert and low-profile with their killings."

"This definitely doesn't scream low-profile," JJ responded shaking her head.

"Plus a lot of females don't use stabbing as a means of killing," Morgan added. "It's too personal."

"While it's not the most common murder weapon, approximately eleven percent of female serial killers stab their victims," Reid added.

"We also profiled Regan to be mission orientated, while this guy seems more of the power, control type," I concluded.

Rossi nodded. "Given the amount of sexual assault, I agree. Power, control motivated killers often sexually abuse their victims as a means of dominating their victim."

"So, we he wants revenge just like Regan," Morgan responded.

All of us kind of looked at each other and collectively nodded. While the MO was fairly different, the psychology behind it was still similar, which made me hopeful for an easy case.

After that we all kind of fell into our own little routine. Alex and Rossi talked near the front of the plane, while JJ slept, and Morgan and Hotch read.

"Coffee?" Reid smiled.

I bit my lip, watching his excited frame jump out of the seat without an answer. As he left I peeked around the corner, noticing how peppy he was. I let out a small chuckle and tossed the file onto the table in front of me before getting up and walking towards him. As I leaned against the small wall, I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him pour our coffees, raising my brow once he started mixing the sugar.

"You want some coffee with your sugar?" I asked suggestively.

"Yeah, well, I need to wake up," he retorted with a smirk.

I took a step behind him, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Did you know that the more sugar you eat during the day, the more often you wake up at night?"

"What idiot told you that," he laughed.

I opened my mouth in surprise, moving my hands to his sides. I gave them a quick squeeze, causing him to jump and give me a dirty look. "Morgan's right, my attitude is rubbing off on you."

He rolled his eyes.

"See! It's like you're some teenager!"

"You did say I looked nineteen during our first conversation," he replied matter of factly.

Our first conversation felt like years ago. I let out a heavy sigh and reached around him, grabbing one of the coffees before moving out of the way so he could grab his own. "It's wild how things come full circle sometimes." I said out loud.

"There's an old Buddhist saying that, when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was five hundred years in the making. So, always appreciate and be kind to each other."

I scrunched up my face, holding back a smile. Sometimes, when Reid really wanted to, he could make me cry at the drop of a hat with all of his cheesiness. "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends," I said jokingly, as I poked his chest.

He raised his brows as he sipped his coffee. "Only the ones I like."

I scoffed and sat down, shaking my head as he laughed and did the same. Without a second thought he placed his hand on my head, giving my hair a quick ruffle before he reached and grabbed the file. "Okay, so it says here that Leeman was a high school teacher," Reid sighed.

"For how long?"

"Thirty years."

"That's a lot of potential rape victims," I pointed out.

Reid agreed, letting out another sigh. After that we silently studied. Every so often one of us would mention something to the other, giving it a quick moment of discussion before ultimately returning back to our reading. During those few moments of silence though, I realized how right Hotch was. Reid and I did work well together, and while at first I thought it was merely a matter of always being paired up together, now I knew otherwise. Reid and I were meant for each other and as crazy as it sounded, I think he'd probably agree. Not only were we a great team on the field, but as friends we were even better.

"I think it'd be a good idea to contact Regan Larson," Reid's words pulled me from my thoughts.

I looked over at him and nodded. "Maybe she got some fan mail from our unsub."

"Hey Hotch," Reid moved his head so that he could see him. When they made eye contact Reid gave him a curious look. "Are we in the process of contacting the facility where Regan is being held?"

"Garcia's already on it," Hotch responded with a nod.

Reid nodded back before settling back in his seat. As he did, he reached over and grabbed my hand, giving me a warm smile.

"Flirting on the job, huh?" I whispered.

He leaned in close, pressing my forehead against mine. "You started it."

"I definitely didn't, but okay." I rolled my eyes.

"Pilot says we'll be landing soon." Hotch's voice caused me to jump and pull away. Reid looked over at me sheepishly, moving his hand back to his lap as both of us looked over. "Morgan, take JJ and Rossi to Leeman's house and talk to his wife. See if you can find any information on who might've done this. Reid, you and Rafferty go to the coroners. Blake and I will head to the station and talk to Garrelson."

"Garrelson?" I swallowed hard.

Hotch gave me a knowing nod.

"Shit," I whispered. I threw my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. Last time I talked to that woman I chewed her out. Hopefully she didn't remember me.

When we started our descent I closed my eyes. While planes still weren't my favourite things in the world, by now I'd grown accustom to how they felt. At least, when I wasn't pregnant. Now that I was though, I felt incredibly sick. As I took a couple of breaths I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably. I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth and immediately stood up. Everyone looked at me wide eyed, watching as, regardless of flight rules, I ran to the bathroom and emptied out my stomach. Almost immediately Reid ran to my aid, carefully grabbing my hair and moving it out of the way as he rubbed my back. "Are you okay?"

I gave him an unconvincing thumbs up as I gagged. It'd been a couple of days since I'd thrown up and while Reid was pretty much used to it now, I could tell he was nervous about the rest of the group seeing.

"Do you want some water?" JJ asked.

"That's probably a good idea," Reid responded, "all she's had today is coffee. She's probably dehydrated."

"I am not," I argued quietly; my voice echoing from inside the bowl.

Reid leaned in close, letting out a heavy sigh. "You have to take care of yourself better. It's not just you anymore," he whispered.

I swallowed hard and sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I gave him a sad look. Obviously he was right.