TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. It was now hour three in the beach cabin with Nina Hayes and Katharine Morgan was absolutely sure she was going insane. For one, Nina had completely forgotten to bring about half her suitcase. Hour one had been spent in a Target and several other local shops trying to get Nina's basic essentials.

From there on out, they had gone to an ice cream parlor in which Nina had nearly gotten into a fight with a biker gang that had very little manners. And now, in hour three, Katharine was at the Providence Police Station in an attempt to get her friend out of jail after she had defended herself from one of the men she had picked a fight with.

In all honesty, this trip was going way better than she had expected. Once, the duo had gone to Rome and Nina had landed herself in detainment within the first hour of landing. Of course, it was never her fault. Most of the time, Nina just attracted trouble.

And that was when the call came in.

"Katharine?"

"Hi, JJ," Katharine poured herself a cup of shitty police station coffee. "What's up?"

"We have a case."

Katharine pursed her lips slightly while stirring in her five sugars. She looked over her shoulder at where her friend was being questioned by the police. When Nina spotted Katharine looking at her, she waved.

"Yeah, just a little problem, Jayge."

"What's up?"

"I'm in Providence."

"Yeah," JJ said. "I know. This case is in Providence. I was hoping you'd be able to hit the ground running for us. Garcia emailed you the case files."

"Alright, I'll take a look at them," Katharine said, taking a sip of her drink. She made a face at the taste, the sugar doing nothing to mask the fact that she was basically drinking warmed up bean juice.

"Thanks," JJ ended the call.

Katharine made her way back over to Nina's side. The woman was recounting the happenings of the past hour, describing the events of the ice cream parlor in vivid imagery. She recounted how she had been waiting for her friend Katharine--she motioned to said woman--to exit the bathroom when a member of the gang had approached her. He had been flirting with her and she was ignoring his advances when he reached out to touch her. Out of instinct, she had grabbed his arm, and judo flipped him over the counter which resulted in a bar-fight styled brawl right there in the middle of the parlor.

If Katharine wasn't there herself, she would have thought the woman was making this up. But she wasn't and it was almost comical that Nina, in her five-three frame, managed to take on two fully grown men before Katharine had exited the bathroom.

SHIELD had taught them well and even if Nina was just a technical analyst, she always had to be combat-ready.

After Nina gave her statement, the officer turned to her to gain her story.

"Actually," she said, pulling her credentials out of her back pocket. "I'm SSA Katharine Morgan, FBI. I was wondering if I could speak with Detective Jake Moreland."

The uniformed officer, Officer Liddy, nodded professionally. He stood from his seat and pointed across the bullpen where a man in a checkered button-down stood talking to a few other uniformed officers.

"We'll still need to get your statement about the ice cream parlor but that can wait," the officer said. "It's a damn tragedy what's happened."

Katharine nodded, setting her cup of coffee down on the corner of the desk Nina was sat at. Surprisingly enough, Nina hadn't been extremely vocal about her getting a case while they were vacationing. She supposed it was because the case was happening in the same place they were staying but she couldn't be too sure.

"I can give my statement about the parlor before talking to Detective Moreland," Katharine said. The sooner she got Nina out of here the better. "It won't take long. I was in the bathroom for most of it."

Officer Liddy sat back in his seat, tucking himself back under his desk as he positioned himself in front of his computer.

"Ready when you are, Agent."

Katharine smiled and picked her coffee back up. She told the officer everything she knew, including the fact that she and Nina had had government training and more which totally enabled the smaller girl to take down two fully grown men.

Nina was released without much hassle, which Katharine was elated about, but the younger girl had insisted upon staying at least until her team arrived. Katharine agreed, allowing Nina to stay with the condition that she had to keep her mouth shut about the case and that she absolutely could not tell her boss that she knew anything about anything.

"My lips are sealed," she promised, zipping her lips and locking them with an imaginary key before tossing the make-believe item over her shoulder.

Katharine rolled her eyes playfully. Elbowing the laughing woman in the side until she stopped. Nina held her hands up in surrender, dodging Katharine's elbows and wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

"Now go do your job, Agent," Nina teased before skipping to the coffee machine to make herself her own cup of bean water.

AN HOUR LATER, Hotch and Spencer rolled up to the station looking like a rich businessman and his wanna-be professor son. Katharine would have poked fun at Spencer's outfit considering the man was wearing a cardigan with both buttons buttoned up and what she assumed was a long-sleeved button-up under that but she saved her comments for later.

Katharine had read the case file twice over from the moment she had given Officer Liddy her statement to now. Captain Paul Collins, the third victim in two weeks, had his throat slit in the middle of a church congregation. The first victim was Mike O'Donnell, he was found under a sink in a men's restroom at a restaurant. After him was Karen LaGrassa, who was killed in a laundromat.

Spencer brought Katharine up to speed with what they had gone over during the briefing. The victimology was all over the place, that much Katharine had picked out for herself. The murder weapon was a knife, to which Spencer enlightened her on the fact that these kills were most likely their unsub's test runs. There was a possibility that he could escalate to mass murder.

"What did you find out from Detective Maryland while you were here?" Spencer asked, flipping through the pages with an Expo marker in his hand.

Katharine offered him a sheepish smile. She clasped her hands together in front of her stomach, tapping her thumbs together.

"Well, you see," Katharine said, avoiding Spencer's eyes at all costs. "I was actually already here because of a brief altercation in an ice cream parlor."

Spencer stopped writing and turned to face her. "You got in a fight at an ice cream shop."

Katharine's eyes widened, realizing what he had probably thought. She shook her head, holding her finger up as if to say, wait a minute.

"Parlor and I didn't get in a fight," she stressed. "Nina was the one who fought. All I did was give a statement about it."

"Nina," he deadpanned. "Nina Hayes, my neighbor. The girl who knocked on my door asking me to kill a spider for her got into a fight. Are you sure we're talking about the same person?"

Katharine laughed. "Yes! Nina Hayes, the woman who cried when the Girl Scouts who came to her door told her they sold out of Samoas."

"They should really stop having those girls do door to door," Spencer commented. There was a semblance of a grin on his face, though he was still upset that the woman hadn't gotten anymore leeway into the case.

Katharine nodded, agreeing with Spencer's observation. "But anyway, I talked to Officer Liddy before he went on his break and he had a lot to say about the situation. There's a lot of sympathy there for the victims and their families."

"Anything else?" Spencer asked. He had turned back to the board, his arm perched under his chin pensively.

"Officer Liddy also said that the witnesses they interviewed said they didn't see it happen. That the only reason they knew something was wrong was because of the screams of the victim's wife and daughter," Katharine reported. She passed him a box of thumbtacks. "I didn't get to talk to Detective Moreland much more about it before I started looking into the sites of the murders over the victims."

"What'd you find?" Spencer asked, tacking up a photo of the late Captain.

"Not much," she said. "I did find out that the places he's been killing at places the locals would consider to be big parts of their history."

"So he's destroying landmarks," Spencer said. "Bits and pieces of Providence's history."

"Seems like it."

Just then, the door to the room they had settled in opened, revealing Hotch and Detective Moreland. In the detective's hands was the last box containing any information they had about this case.

"To be honest, Agent Hotchner, when they told me the BAU was coming, I expected more than three agents," the detective admitted, setting the box on the table. Katharine pulled the box of evidence toward her, pulling out pages and photos that might have been of use to them.

She slid photos over to Spencer while she took her time to read the documents on the murders.

"The rest of the agents went straight to the crime scenes," Hotch explained. "I believe there'll be information there that may determine where the unsub will strike next. As soon as you can, I'd like you to meet Agent Prentiss at the laundromat."

Moreland nodded as he watched the three agents work together. "Yeah, sure. Any idea on where he may hit next? We can double patrols."

Spencer took a break from reading a document over Katharine's shoulder.

"It's honestly too early to tell," Spencer said, picking up a photo that was resting on the table next to Katharine's left elbow. She shifted to the side, leaning on the armrest as she finished reading the document in hand.

"Well, your gut must be telling you something," Moreland said.

Spencer moved away from her and toward the board where he had pinned up most of the photos they had. "Well, thus far, he's struck at a restaurant bathroom, a laundromat, and a church. He chooses his victims not out of preference, but of favorable circumstance. With each kill he's growing bolder, telling us he doesn't care who sees him."

"So next time it'll be even more public," Moreland concluded, looking away from the slashed necks that were on display. Katharine couldn't blame him. There was something about seeing a slashed throat that just made her skin crawl in the worst ways possible.

"Yes," Hotch confirmed. "Our technical analyst is compiling a list of public events that your department should be monitoring. Garcia, are you there?"

"Wired for sound, and ready for action."

"What have you got so far?"

"Well, you got your 'sesame street on ice.' Your Harlem globetrotters, your Beatles cover bands... not to mention the dozens of college bars and late-night hangouts frequented by the youth of America. No event is too big or too small."

Hotch nodded, sifting through the pages that Katharine had handed over to him. "Good. Keep going."

"Aye, aye, cap'n."

Katharine messed with the cap of the ballpoint pen she had been given, bending the plastic clip until it snapped off. She and Spencer weren't one hundred percent cleared for the field yet which meant they were both stranded at the police station which wasn't terrible.

They got to sit in the middle of it all, constantly receiving new information and piecing it all together. Katharine couldn't say she was completely satisfied with where she was, but it would suffice. Besides, it was nice to have a small break from constantly chasing down the bad guys.

Katharine was shaken out of her thoughts by her phone ringing obnoxiously loud. She swore, apologized to the men in the room for swearing, and then stepped out of the room to take her call.

"Morgan," she answered as she left the room. Detective Moreland exited right after her, most likely heading to meet with Emily.

"Hey, babe," she heard Nina reply. It sounded like she was in an airport and a busy one at that.

"Where'd you go?" Katharine asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Got a call from our favorite Playboy philanthropist," she said, referring to the infamous Tony Stark who had yet to hop off their dicks. "Something about a spider and checking up on it."

"Queens?" Katharine asked, already knowing where this was heading.

"Yeah, among other things but I've already left. Your go bag was delivered to the station and I brought your suitcase with me so you didn't have to worry about it," Nina told her. "Just come by later with that handsome nerd you're always talking about. Speaking of, have you guys done it yet? I mean you were basically over at his for the entire day after he was released from the hospital and--"

"Nina!" Katharine cut her off. "No, nothing happened. I was there as a friend helping out another friend who had just suffered a major traumatic event."

"Come off it," Nina scoffed. "You didn't offer to watch me twenty-four seven after I got shot."

"That's because that jackoff, Morrison, barred me from visiting you in the hospital," Katharine rolled her eyes. "Listen, Nina, I love you but I have to get back to work."

"Yeah, go back to chatting up your prince in shining cardigan."

"That doesn't even make sense," Katharine scowled. "I'll see you later, Hayes. Love you."

She heard Nina blowing kisses at her through the phone before she hung up. What an asshole, Katharine thought. But at least she was an endearing one.