1. twenty seven

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"to be free is often to be lonely." - w.h. auden





Delilah blinked wearily at the body on the bed in Frank Giles' residence, a sword impaled through the man's chest. She looked up at the writing on the wall in what appeared to be blood.

Here thy quest doth truly begin.

Knights went on quests, often to rescue princesses.

"He's definitely playing with us," Hotch said.

"His identification checks out. That's Frank Giles," Elle said, stepping back into the room with the others.

"There's a big old bag of money sitting right here on the dresser," Derek said, starting to pull notes out of a bag.

"So Giles took Harris to Jamaica to kill him and the unsub kills Giles," Hotch said.

"Yeah, but he paid him first," Derek said.

"Left the cash?" Elle raised her eyebrows.

"He's apparently well-funded," Derek said.

"He said these were unrepentant bad men. Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?" Hotch asked.

"No. The bodies are nothing but a way to get us interested. They're game pieces. The kills are secondary," Gideon said.

"Well, this guy likes to write things in blood on the walls," Elle said.

"All kinds of cult and demonic significance to that," Derek said.

"Thy? Doth? Quest?" Elle asked. "Thy quest doth truly begin. Why start phrasing things like this now?"

"All the other messages were in modern english," Hotch said.

"Maybe this is the first one the unsub actually wrote," Derek said.

"So we're looking for Shakespeare?" Elle said.

"Hey, guys?" the coroner said, crouched at the side of the body.

"Yeah?" Derek said.

"There's something etched on the blade," she said.

The team moved closer, crouching down to look at the sword.

To learn of what should next be done, leave the blade till the hour be none.

"Hour be none?" Derek said.

"Leave the blade," Hotch said.

"Elle, move for a second, move to your left," Delilah said, looking up from the knife.

Elle stood up, moving to her left.

"The bed's in the middle of the room. Which isn't by chance," Delilah said.

"And maybe the light from here casts a shadow and points to something," Hotch said.

"Come on. Are we in the middle of an Indiana Jones movie?" Elle scoffed.

"The hour be none?" Hotch said.

"Midnight is 00:00 hours in 24-hour time. Would that be none?" Derek said.

"Midnight wouldn't cast a shadow," Hotch said.

"Hour be none," Derek said.

"3pm," Spencer stepped into the room, all of them looking up. "Garcia, told me where to find you."

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