You let out an annoyed breath as you dropped the body onto the dirty forest floor. This guy weighed way more dead than he did alive. You blow a hair out of your face, people really didn't understand just how physically demanding being a serial killer was. But you were good, so it didn't really matter.

Although... killing had started to get a bit boring. So you had found a new hobby. Or just a little something extra. Taunting a special agent that was working on your case. Dr. Spencer Reid. He was so smart...and pretty cute. You mostly wrote him small notes or text messages, but this time you had done something different.

"FBI! Put your hands up!" Slowly turning around you see him. Dr. Reid. You obviously knew he would come. I mean you had after all, "accidentally" left a note...revealing your newest dumpsite.

But the genius was apparently not as smart as you had thought. He had come alone. You smirked.