KATHARINE PACED THE LENGTH OF THE INTERROGATION ROOM. She must have braided her hair about thirty times over before the door finally opened, prompting Katharine to jump a bit as the sudden entry scared her. Nineteen-year-old Katharine was a bit jumpy. After all, she had grown up in Chicago in the nineteen-nineties.

"Katharine Morgan?" the brown-haired man asked.

He was cute, Katharine had observed. He was cute in the same way that the professor's assistant was cute. He was also tall. From where Katharine stood, he looked to be roughly six-one. And he was lankier than anything else, reminding Katharine of her high school best friend Tom Howard.

But his identification card read Dr. Spencer Reid, not Tom Howard. His name was accompanied by a photo of what Katharine assumed to be his younger self as the person standing in front of her looked older. And then there was the issue of the FBI logo that was emblazoned onto the thin piece of plastic.

Panic immediately seized Katharine's body. Oh, God. If she had known that the FBI was going to get involved, she never would have stepped foot into the Hayworth home. The police had already given her a warning, yes, but her cousin was a part of the force so she figured she'd be let go again with another gentle slap on the wrist.

"That-that's me," she stuttered out. She'd stopped pacing at this point but still stayed close to the wall. She bounced on the balls of her feet lightly and made it a point to look anywhere but at the man who had just entered the room.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit--"

"The BAU?" Katharine asked, a spark of recognition flashing through her features.

The doctor took a seat at the table. "Have you heard of us?"

Katharine nodded, looking at the clock anxiously. "Yeah, my cousin applied there recently, uh, how long is this going to take? I've got a sociology final at three-thirty and my friend is probably waiting for me back at our apartment. We take the class together."

Dr. Reid motioned to the seat across from him. "If you could just take a seat, we'll have you out of here in no time."

"Listen," Katharine said, sliding into the very uncomfortable folding chair. Her hands rested entwined in front of her. "I didn't have anything to do with the Hayworth murder. I know that serial killers often return to the scene of the crime to relive the event but you've got to let Detective Lund know that I didn't have anything to do with it. I am not a serial killer."

Dr. Reid opened the folder he had brought in with him. It looked like it consisted of a bunch of black bars and maybe a handful of text. Katharine didn't think much of it. "Investigative Journalism, right?

Katharine nodded. She glanced nervously at the clock again, the minute hand moving closer to two forty-five. It would take her at least fifteen minutes to get back to the apartment from Evanston PD and at least ten to get to the lecture hall in time to take the final. She'd have twenty minutes to spare if she was lucky.

"Katharine," he said, attracting her attention. She looked away from the clock and back at him. She furrowed her brow, the man--doctor--sitting in front of her looked way too young to be a part of the FBI. "Can you think of anyone that might have a vendetta against you? Whether it's professionally or personally?"

She frowned. The only person that came to mind was Erika Manning, a girl who had tormented Katharine all throughout high school. The bullying ended when Katharine had told the girl to punch herself and she did, giving the bully a black eye for a good week. Shortly after that, she was transferred to Chicago Preparatory, a private school that specializes in Inhuman, or mutant, children.

She told Dr. Reid this, saying that she couldn't think of anyone else. After all, investigative journalism was a competitive major in itself. There were only about twelve people in her cohort.

Dr. Reid spent a little more time with her after that, asking about her cousin and her family, even going as far as having her describe her year so far, though 2007 hadn't been as eventful as previous years so far.

He thanked her for her cooperation and stood from the table, Katharine standing with him.

"So am I free to go?" she asked, motioning toward the door. She was anxious to get out of there.

"We're going to hold you here for a little longer," the doctor informed her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Doctor, am I being charged with something?"

He shook his head. "No, you aren't, but we're keeping you here as a precaution. Your professor will be notified and you'll be able to take your final some other time."

Katharine scoffed in disbelief. "Precaution for what?"

"We think that someone may be targeting you and keeping you in protective custody is our best bet at the moment," the doctor informed her, awkwardly edging toward the door. "I'll be back to ask you a few more questions in a bit. Please just sit tight."

Dr. Reid slipped out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Katharine with the clock on the wall, her reflection, and whoever was behind the two-way mirror.

Great.

"SHE MENTIONED AN ERIKA MANNING BUT SAID THAT OTHERWISE, no one came to mind," Reid revealed to Hotch when they regrouped. Prentiss had filled them in on what she found at the Walsh crime scene and compared it with what Rossi had seen at the O'Connor crime scene. Both reported that the wounds were near-identical, signifying an organized killer.

"I talked to the families and they all told me the same thing. Both Maria and Camila were meant to be on a trip to New York which is why they were never reported as missing persons," JJ told them, pulling up a thin stack of papers. "Garcia also faxed these over to us, a list of people with time centric abilities within the area. There isn't a lot."

JJ was right. There wasn't a lot, roughly five people were listed. Two females and three males, that was it.

"What about that guy that came into the BAU earlier today?" Prentiss asked. "Said his name was Brett Dalton?"

Reid shook his head. "No, Brett Dalton was a fake name. I overheard them talking, his name is Grant Ward. Katharine told me specifically not to worry about him."

"Well that sounds like something we should be worrying about," Prentiss countered. "And if he used a fake name to get into a federal building, who's to say Grant Ward wasn't also an alias."

"Garcia," Hotch addressed.

"Yes, sir."

"Look up Grant Ward in SHIELD's open information. Get us anything that could be of use," he ordered.

"It might be useful to get the names of the people in Katharine's journalism classes, cross-reference with people that have time-centric abilities," Reid suggested. "And maybe even look into her roommate from this time, she mentioned she took sociology with her."

"Okay, there's nothing on the roommate but it looks like Grant Ward was a double agent but was running freelance and... Oh. He's dead. Died shortly after coming to visit Katharine."

"That eliminates him from the suspect list," Hotch muttered. "Does it say how he died?"

"Heart was torn out through his chest by Agent Phil Coulson."

"Phil Coulson?" Rossi asked.

"Current Director of SHIELD and Katherine's S.O. from when she entered the Academy... And speaking of the Academy, there were three people from Katharine's graduating class that applied to SHIELD but were rejected, and guess what?"

"What?"

"Ellen Moran was on that list and she shares striking similarities to one Erika Manning."

"But didn't Katharine say that it was a man that was following her and Derek?" JJ inquired. "If it was a man, then doesn't that eliminate Manning as a suspect."

"We could actually be looking at a team here," Reid pointed out. "Garcia, cross-reference the shortlist of Inhumans you gave us and see if any of them were in contact with Erika somehow. There's a possibility that she might have approached them with the promise of revenge on SHIELD."

"But if they're targeting SHIELD for revenge then why kill the first two victims?" Rossi asked, pulling out the photos from the crime scenes.

"I have an answer for that. After a deeper dive, it is revealed that Maria Walsh was a level one tech for SHIELD before leaving to work in the private sector and Camila O'Connor was a level five field agent. The connection between them? Maria was Camila's primary informant while on the field."

"Just like Nina was for Katharine," Rossi said. "Meaning it was a coincidence that both of the prior victims matched Nina's description. If we do have a team. Erika most likely sees herself as the field agent, and her partner is her informant."

"Garcia is there an address for Erika Manning?"

"Way ahead of you, sir. Sadly, she does not maintain a permanent residence nearby, but Inhuman Jack Walker does. He was recently released from prison following a failed bombing attempt at a SHIELD operational building after he was rejected by the Academy. Looks like the property's rent was paid for consistently though."

"Follow the money and see where it leads," Rossi suggested. He furrowed his brow. "And when was Walker released?"

"About two weeks ago on Sunday."

"That's the same day Maria Walsh went missing," Reid pointed out, already standing with the rest of his team.

"JJ, call a SWAT team to meet us at Walker's home address," Hotch said. "But I want you here to keep an eye on the Morgans as well as keeping the Triangle PD up to date. Since this is a SHIELD issue, we also might want to get in contact with the director."

JJ nodded before leaving the room, phone already pressed to her ear.

"Remember, we need Jack Walker alive in order to get him to bring Katharine and Morgan back," Hotch said, pulling a case out from his go-bag. He passed out the powered cuffs that Katharine had shown them all those months ago. "Our primary goal is to rescue Nina Hayes and apprehend Jack Walker."

Any information that Katharine fed to the team eight months ago came into play except this time, they wouldn't have the same amount of power on their side. The clock now read four fifty-three. If they were right about this, then they would all get to go home by the end of the day. If not... well, it was best not to dwell on the possibility.