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Reid had never heard of Bixby, Oklahoma. That was saying something.

The team was to fly there this afternoon, after JJ briefed them on their newest unSub. The case sounded violent. The half-mutilated carcasses of seven middle-age men were found at the edge of the desert. Reid had assumed it was some sort of animal, but autopsy showed signs of foul play.

Reid was pondering over this when he realized Morgan was talking to him.

"-probably some freaky little town out in the middle of nowhere. You ever heard of it, kid?"

"Nope. But I did some research. Turns out the population is about 20,678 and about 85% of them are white. It's right around Tulsa, only 15 minutes away. It coordinates are---hey, where are you going?" questioned Reid. Morgan had proceeded to walk towards the conference room with an agitated look on his face.

"Let Google keep its job, Reid. I swear, you are a walking search engine."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" yelled Reid, as he followed the retreating back of Morgan into the conference room, where JJ, Hotch, Gideon, and Prentiss were already waiting.

"Local authorities of Bixby contacted us about a series of homicides around the desert," began JJ, showing Bixby on a map on the screen. "Seven men were found out there presumably attacked by a wild animal, but autopsy showed ligature marks on the wrists and ankles as well as blunt force trauma to the head. Tox screen showed chloroform in their systems used to subdue them. All the men were in their late twenties to early thirties, all in good shape-"

"Except for the fact they were half-decomposed by the time the cops found them," interrupted Prentiss. "Look at these pictures! If these isn't a hate crime, I don't know what is."

"The use of chloroform suggests that the unSub wouldn't be able to take him on if the men were aware he was there. He most likely snuck up behind them," stated Reid, his mind already forming a profile.

"Bixby authorities have asked us to come ASAP, so wheels up in 20. JJ will finish on the way there," said Hotch.

As Reid got his messenger bag ready, he couldn't help but wonder what would possess someone to ditch a body in the middle of an open desert that was visible for miles around. Either this SOB needed to ditch the body fast, was stupid, or he just didn't care who found it. He was confident.

Melissa was worried. Rex could tell. The seventh body was found and rumor had it that some FBI big shots were on their way to poke their noses into the Darklings business. Questions would be asked. Not the kind of attention Rex was aiming for.

"It could just be a rumor," Melissa mumbled through her headset. They were on their way to Bixby High, aka Hell on Earth.

" I don't know, Cowgirl. Did you see St. Claire running around in his car all night, patrolling the perimeter? He knows it's serious," said Rex, as he ran a hand through his untidy black hair.

Melissa sighed, pulling her legs up on the seat and wincing as they drove past a day-care center.

"Worst case scenario: The big shots come, investigate for a few days, can't figure it out, and leave. You think they'll suspect the truth?"

Rex sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"No, but we don't even know the truth. We don't know who brought those men out there in the first place. Some sort of ritual sacrifice, or something." They had pulled into the parking lot farthest from the entrance to the school. Melissa's hands shook once before she got control and pulled her face into an ever-present grimace.

"I need to figure it out before the feds do," mumbled Rex as he lightly grabbed Melissa's arm to guide her across the road.

" You will, Loverboy. You always do," smiled Melissa, taking Rex's hand through her thick gloves.

The two sighed yet again as they entered the stark white halls of Bixby High for the 169th day of the school year.