Temporarily Misappropriating the BAU

Drunken Dialing with Style

AH: Aaron Hotchner

SR: Spencer Reid

PG/Black Queen: Penelope Garcia

DM/Dark King: Derek Morgan

EP: EMily Prentiss

JJ/JustJJ: Jennifer Jareau

DR/Dr Chi: David Rossi

Stiles had never been close to Danny, but they had their moments of companionship. Mostly, they avoided each other due to the tension between their friend group, and tried to never be alone together due to their past history. Their friends knew this, and knew that they should never be left unsupervised, specifically if there would be alcohol involved. Therefore, it was not their fault when Lydia dragged Jackson away, and Scott quickly jumped ship to go talk with one of the Lacrosse seniors.

This left Stiles and Danny unsupervised with alcohol, leading to wicked grins and not-so-bright ideas, and closed bedroom doors. Honestly, Stiles wished that their interactions fell under the normal teenage stuff–he certainly wouldn't mind getting groped by Danny–but no one would be wary of them being alone if that was the outcome. Instead, their actions usually resulted in lasting consequences and some minor law breaking.

So here they were, laying together on a bed and still–unhappily–clothed. Danny was cuddled up with his laptop to his chest, while Stiles was nestled to his back. The sun was barely up and both of them should have still been sleeping, but they were rudely interrupted by the continuous chiming of Stiles' phone.

"Stiles," Danny grumbled and refused to open his eyes. "Turn it off."

"Dude, I don't even know where it is."

Danny grunted as he carefully dropped his computer to the floor and rolled to inspect the covers beneath them. After a minute of fumbling, he pressed the phone into Stiles' hand and wrapped an arm around the boy to draw him to his chest. It seemed that he was replacing the abandoned computer for hangover-cuddles.

Stiles cracked his eyes open to examine the screen and felt a wave of confusion at the messages that were flooding in. It seemed to be a group chat, but he didn't recognize any of the names or numbers. He turned his phone on silent to ignore the new messages and scrolled to the top of the conversation.

You created a Group Chat with PG and 5 others.

The Lawston Butcher was a woman, not a dude. Pretty sure she was your third witness, Mrs. Alfia.

DM: What?

George Gelding wasn't one of her victims, which threw off your data. His killer just used the Butcher's method to throw off the trail. Also, his killer was most likely Kyle Freeden.

AH: Thank you for your input on one of our past cases. May we have your name for the record of the tip?

LOL no. I'm drunk, not stupid.

PG: Uno momento.

SR: How did you come to the conclusion that Mr. Gelding's murder was separate from the others?

The amount of strikes he was dealt were nearly twice the others, which was a big reason to suspect that it wasn't the same killer. Since the amount of axe blows wasn't published, he had to guess and probably just swung until it tired him out.
There was also the sexual assault which wasn't done to any of the other victims, and lead to the confirmation of the Butcher being a male with a personal connection to the guy. However, this overlooked the perfume found on the first and second bodies, along with the lipstick residue found on body five's temple.
I think Mr. Gelding's dump site also threw off your Geo Profile, since you were thinking it was the Butcher's choice instead of Mr. Freeden's.