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Damn, baby.

Hey, you need a...
you need a walk home?

I'm fine, really.

Oh, come on. I mean,
hey, it's no trouble.

I said I'm good.

I've been admiring you.

Shh, don't worry.

I'm new at this too.

You'll be my first.

You picked the wrong house.

Check the nightstand.

Her tox screen shows GHB,

but there's no evidence
anyone else was there.

The alarm was on all night.
Rape kit came back clean.

You must be able
to do something.

Agent Ortiz,

I do these interviews
in hospitals,

the ICU.

I'm sorry, but there
are other cases

that need my attention.

Without any evidence, there's
nothing more I can do.

Syd, that was humiliating.

I told you I didn't
want to call them,

but you had to push,
like you always do.

I couldn't sit
back and do nothing

if somebody hurt you.
- If?

I checked your cabinet.

You haven't been
taking your meds.

Of course you don't
believe me either.

That's not true.
I do believe you.

No, you want to believe me.

The detective said
it. I have no case.

I was just lucky
I had Dad's badge

to scare the guy off.

Luck won't get him
off the streets.

And you will?

Syd, you're not Dad.

You may be FBI, but we both know

you don't have the power
to open an investigation,

so, please, let it go.

Ms. Castille, do
you have a moment?

Um, I have until
my next meeting.

Let's make it quick.
- I'm Sydney Ortiz.

I'm the profiling coordinator.

I work downstairs, and I
have a case to bring you.

- Oh, I see.
- Yes.

My sister was assaulted
in her home last night,

almost raped.

I am so sorry to hear that.

Is your sister a
federal employee?

No.

Uh, does she live
in federal housing?

No.

I'm afraid it's outside
of my jurisdiction.

I can make a few calls
to friends at NYPD.

You and I both know barely
5% of sexual assaults

end in an arrest, and
less than half of those

result in jail time.

I already started my
profile on her attacker.

This guy didn't
get what he wanted.

Matter of time before
he strikes again.

Uh, how... how are you
so sure about this?

Four years of BAU
training and experience.

Rounding up, figure
the taxpayer is paying

about a mil for me to stand here

and have this conversation,

and if it's one person I
don't like to disappoint,

it's a taxpayer.

Ortiz, you said?

You wouldn't happen
to be Vic's daughter?

Before he passed,
he helped me close

the trickiest narco
case of my career.

There wasn't a workaround
he couldn't find.

Technically, your sister,
she could have been attacked

because she was a
relative of FBI agents.

We have to presume the assault
was related to your job.

Alarm looks fine, functioning.

Heard you ran another
partner off, Scola.

What's that, three for three?

Yeah, I told Isobel
I'm done speed dating.

I want to be single for a while.

You mean third wheel?

Well, maybe we don't label it.

No sign that anyone
else was here.

No such thing as a
perfect crime, right?

Hey, guys, broken glass.

Maybe there's a struggle.
Glass goes over.

Guy's meticulous,
so he cleans it up,

but he misses this one piece.

Or it could have been
there for a year.

Or there was no crime, and
the only reason we're here

is 'cause it's Victor
Ortiz's daughter.

Nothing wrong with that. I'm
just stating the obvious.

No, it's true.

If her dad didn't die
in the field, then...

Her sister didn't
work in the basement,

we wouldn't be here.

All we have is her word.

Well, any other crime,
first-person account is enough.

Hopefully, she's believable.

Glass?

Maybe it got knocked
over. I... I don't know.

Well, these are pretty
serious allegations...

home invasion, assault.

We're gonna need
more to build a case.

I know that.

That's why I told you
to leave it alone.

Hold on.

We know a little.

This guy bought Mel's
lie that she's FBI,

so he doesn't know her well.

He's not a friend or a coworker,

but he was careful.

He's a stalker,
deluded by a fantasy

of reciprocal affection.
- OK.

We do have a timeline, sort of.

He said he's been admiring Mel.

Exactly.

A crime of this
level of precision

took preparation.

He's been watching
for months, not days.

Mel, anybody you can think of

that might fit that description?

How about half the male
population of New York?

Mel, this is a guy who's made
himself a part of your routine.

Just think.

I came up with a routine
with my psychiatrist.

Get up at 7:00, brush my teeth.

Then I make a smoothie,
go on a late morning run.

There's a guy I
always see on my jog.

I've never talked to him,
but he's always there.

That fits the profile.
What does he look like?

He's a tall white
guy, around 6 foot.

And he has tattoos of
birds on his calves.

I got eyes on him, bird tattoos.

He is on your tail.

FBI.

Me too.

I didn't break into
anyone's apartment.

We know that you've
been stalking

Melanie Ortiz for three months.

So unless you want to take
a field trip to Rikers...

Wait, no.

You got it all wrong.

I just wanted to ask her out.

I haven't been on a
date in two years.

I was trying out a tip I
read in a men's magazine.

If girls see you out regularly
at a at a coffee shop

or the gym, they're
more likely to say yes.

Just out of curiosity,
do they also suggest

following the women home,

like you did to
Melanie last week?

I finally worked up the courage

to introduce myself.

I was waiting for
her to come back out

so I could bump
into her, you know?

But some guy comes
out of left field

and sends her flowers.

- What guy?
- I didn't see him.

All I saw were the
flowers he left...

pink roses in the
shape of a bunny,

embroidered card.

It seemed pretty
desperate to me.

Did they say who they were from?

No, just that they were
from a secret admirer.

So... so I threw them away.

I figured if she never got 'em,

I still had a shot.

Talk to me.

The jogger was working the
graveyard shift last night.

He's a customer service rep
for a local internet company.

OK, so he is out,

but he did give us the
next piece to our puzzle.

Days before her attack,
Mel received flowers

from a secret admirer.

Or would have if our
jogger hadn't trashed them.

Lines up with what
the perp told Mel.

It's him.
- Uh, maybe.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

But assuming there's
a connection...

There's only one
boutique in Park Slope

that sells flower arrangements
in the shape of animals...

Vase and Vines.
- OK.

Can we figure out who
made the purchase?

The owner says the
flowers were purchased

anonymously online
with a gift card,

so it's impossible to trace.

Hi. Can you tell
us if that card

was used to make
any other purchases?

He says a second identical order

for a Jennifer Murray yesterday.

Jennifer Murray, 26,

currently in NYU grad
school for engineering.

We need to contact her now.

This guy's targeting her.

Maybe.

She's not answering.

And she didn't show
up for class today.

Her ID was never scanned in.

OK, let's get a marked unit

over there for a health
and welfare check.

Is there any cameras
outside her apartment?

- Yeah, sharing it now.
- OK, great.

Kelly, over here.
- Yeah.

All right, so we're
scrubbing the last few days.

This guy was watching her too,

so we're looking for
anything twice...

a car, a face, a dog.

You see it, let me know.

Nothing's sticking out.

Try checking last night
between 12:00 and 4:00 a.m.

There. Go back.

Can you zoom in?

Fire up the JOC.

We have an abduction.

No reports made with NYPD
in the last 48 hours.

Facial rec confirms it is
indeed Jennifer Murray.

All right, so let's
put a BOLO out for her

in the five boroughs, yeah?

In the meantime,
unless our abductor

is training for the
World's strongest man,

he was not carrying
Jennifer far.

So where was he going?
Does he live nearby?

Was he parked down the street?

If so, can we get
a make and model,

or dare we dream, a
plate number, yeah?

- On it.
- All right. Nice job, Ortiz.

So what inspired the hunch?

Frustration-aggression
displacement theory.

Uh, OK, you're upstairs, so
in layman's terms, please?

After the perp failed
to make Mel his first,

he went after another woman
to fulfill his fantasy.

So Jennifer Murray was plan B.

Assuming he's a
first-time attacker,

he would be thorough, and
it wouldn't be uncommon

for him to have more than
one potential victim.

Right, so we can expect
him to be just as prepared,

and we're already a day behind.

All right, people, where
are my eyes in the sky?

Street cams follow him
for a couple blocks

before hitting a blind spot.

After that, nothing.

Well, then we get down there

and start canvassing
for witnesses.

Maggie, OA, and Scola are
en route with the ERT.

I'll meet them there,
scope out the scene,

and expand the profile.

Ortiz.

With me.

I spoke to your
supervisor, Eric.

He said you have no
field experience,

but you're a good
agent... brilliant, even.

But you don't play
well with others.

Actually, "won't"
is the word he used.

I have my own way
of doing things.

What I am saying is
believing you are

the smartest person in the room,

it might work downstairs,
but up here in the field,

it could be the one thing
that gets you killed.

So when I say you go right,

you go right.

Absolutely.

What the hell is up
with the bunny kink?

The flowers aren't
sexual. They're romantic.

Right. He's
courting his victim.

He's convinced himself
he's a gentleman,

that they're in love.

Or that he's not hurting them.

Every bad guy is the hero
of his own story, right?

I might be a little
out of my lane here,

but isn't that
somewhat of a leap?

You tell me.

"To Bunny, from your
secret admirer."

All right, it's the
same as your sister's.

It's also the same crime scene.

There's no forced entry,
no fingerprints yet.

The only difference is,
this time he took his vic.

Right, which means we better
find another thread to pull,

or she's gone, if
she isn't already.

This guy's been waiting
for this moment.

He's not gonna kill
if he doesn't have to.

He's gonna hold on to her
for as long as he can.

Are you always this
sure about everything?

Jennifer Murray?

Call an ambo.

Can you describe the attack?

I don't want to talk about it.

Can you describe the room
that you were being held?

Did he allow you to move around,

or were you tied up?

Uh, Agent Ortiz,

can you get Jennifer
some more water?

I think there's a
cooler in the hallway.

Do you think I could get
a blanket or something?

Yeah, of course.

Here, you can have this.

Listen, we're here to
help you, any way we can.

So you can take a breath.

And when you're
ready, then I'm ready.

I woke up to a bright light...

it was flashing...

and a man standing over me.

I never saw his face.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's OK.

It's perfectly
normal and healthy

not to remember every detail

when you have an
experience like that.

Any detail does matter,
no matter how small.

Do you remember
what happened next?

He injected me with something.

I blacked out.

I woke up in a room.

It was... it was dark.

And, um...

there was a shower in
the corner, dripping.

He had a mask on.

His face was just a smear.

I couldn't move,

but I was awake.

And as he did it,

he kept saying,

"You're my first.

You're so special."

And then he dropped
me back at home.

You're being really brave.

We're gonna make sure
this never happens again.

All right, so Melanie
Ortiz was attacked

in Park Slope just
after midnight.

Jennifer Murray was abducted
shortly after in College Point,

only to return to her apartment
in less than 12 hours.

So let's make this
make sense, people.

The hospital confirmed
Jennifer Murray

was drugged with
the same GHB analog

injected into Melanie Ortiz.

So presumably the same perp.

But how does a drugged
woman travel across the city

in broad daylight?
- Well, maybe she didn't.

If the profile Syd is
building is correct,

our perp is living
in this fantasy world

where he's the
perfect gentleman.

So maybe he dropped her off.

Door-to-door abduction, right?

You're saying he was
within hundred feet of us?

If he was, he's
moving in blind spots.

I've got nothing on
street cams... no vehicle.

Right, so the maestro
isn't just finding

his way around security systems.

He's also evading surveillance.

Are you OK?

I know.

It could have been
your sister in there.

For whatever it's worth,

there's no way I
would have been able

to sit on the sidelines either.

If someone went after my sister,

I'd want to hunt
that guy down too.

I'm just glad you were here.

She wouldn't talk to me.

If you want people to open up,

you need to show them
that you really care,

and you cannot fake it.

I know.

Empathy is a key tactic in
the science of interviewing.

It's great, but out here,

you need people to
tell you the truth

in a short amount of time

if you want to be a field agent.

I never planned for this.

I just wanted to help my sister.

But... but her story...

a strobe light, an injection...

When she first told me...

You didn't believe her.

Mel always saw things
that weren't there,

since we were kids.

Yeah, I have a hard time
believing my sister too.

She sees ghosts too?

No, but she has her demons.

Look, I'll tell you
over drinks sometime.

Thanks, but I don't drink

when I'm getting
to know someone.

Why, so you can profile them?

No.

So they can't profile me.

All right, so help me out here.

The perp also told
Jennifer Murray,

"You're my first."
- Yes.

My mistake was
taking him literally.

He told Mel the same thing

because he wants his
victims to feel special.

All right, victims, plural.

You think there's more.

That's our working theory.

Perp makes them shower...
as a kindness, sure,

but also to wash away evidence.

He's got a system down pat.

This kind of precision
takes practice.

Yeah, well, we should have
enough to run a ViCAP search.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

Entering the details now.
- OK.

Results populating any second.

That's
a lot of firsts.

How far back do they go?

At least six years.

17 cases open, but none of them

followed up by
law enforcement...

city, county, state.

These are all the women
who weren't believed.

All right, people,
17 victims' voices

went unheard for far too long.

It is time to listen.

Now, serial offenders
usually operate in a pattern,

through a routine,
so there has to be

a common thread
linking the victims

that can lead us to the perp.

Well, it's not physical type.

These women are
different races, ages,

builds, and body types.

All right, let's...
let's talk details.

- They all live alone.
- Mm-hmm.

And just like Jennifer
Murray and Melanie Ortiz,

they all report having
a home security system

that didn't sound
during the attack.

OK, that's...
that's interesting.

What security company
did they have?

We checked.

It was about a dozen
different companies.

Right.

Except...

all these brands
have been rolled up

by one corporate buyer.

You're saying all the victims

had the same security company?

I'm saying all the victims had

the same security company...

Sentinel Alarms, a
Delaware corporation.

I want everything on
Sentinel Alarms...

owners, managers,

down to the techs
who install it all.

OK, according to
Sentinel's HR department,

there was an employee that was
terminated a few months ago

for withholding a sex
offender charge...

Justin Halvorson, 30,
former service technician.

Means he worked on-site
in clients' homes.

So he had access to the homes
and a history of sex crimes.

Do I need to finish
this thought?

I don't have to answer
any of your questions.

I did nothing to no one.

You were attacking women,

clients of your own company.

Yeah, except I didn't.

Let's back up.

Your sex offender status...

you withheld it
from the company.

That's a crime right there.

That's not how that went down.

Yeah? So why don't
you start talking?

I was 18.

I was in love with a
girl who was, yeah,

22 months younger than me.

Her parents were rich.

They got the cops involved,

ruined my life.

- You didn't hurt anyone?
- No.

Well, someone out there did.

And it would be easy
for us to take your case

to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

So unless you explain yourself,

your life's gonna
change all over again.

I didn't lie.

My boss, Tom, he kept
it off the paperwork.

It's why he hired me.

Tom thought that I
was just like him,

that I was down with what
he was doing over there.

What was he doing?

He'd pull alarm systems
offline for maintenance

in the middle of the
night to surveil women

as they made dinner,
brushed their teeth, slept.

He's sick.

I'm not like him.

You knew about it, did nothing.

No, I...

I confronted him.

He freaked, revealed
my record to HR,

and I got fired.

Before I left, I
downloaded proof

of when the systems
were down as leverage.

Leverage?

Unlawful termination.

I looked into suing, but
lawyers are expensive.

So the kid's boss, Tom McGrath,

was surveilling young women
on cameras he installed

and then disabling their
security systems remotely.

That is insane. What
am I looking at here?

OK, so we're going
through Justin's logs.

All the dates and times
systems were taken offline

correlate with attacks
going back years.

And McGrath matches
the height and build

of the man who abducted
Jennifer Murray.

Where is he now?

- Can I help you?
- FBI.

We're looking for Tom McGrath.

- Tom?
- Yeah.

Over there.

One step closer, and
I jump. I mean it.

That's the easy way out,
Tom. Don't be a coward.

Stand down, Ortiz.

I got
nothing to say to you.

- How about my sister?
- I said stand down!

Tom, I'm Agent Zidan.

Agent Ortiz didn't mean that.

You're not a coward. You
were just feeling trapped.

And I get it.

You don't... you
don't understand.

But I want to. Huh?

Just let us hear what
you have to say at least.

And then we can work
this out together.

Please.

That's it.

Hey!

OK, all right. I got you.

I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Even the bad guys
need to believe

we're on their side, OK?

This is all looking
very clear to me, Tom.

You disable alarm
systems of women

who trust your company
to protect them

so that you can grab
them undetected.

And enough women
bravely came forward...

You found him.

I told you I would.

Mel, I got your back,

no matter what.

You're all I've got.

Are you ready?

You make a positive
identification,

and we get you out of here,

and we make sure he never
does this to anyone again.

Security system that
uses Sentinel Alarms,

your employer's hardware.

We've got all the
data from your office

to back it up.

Even caught you on camera.

That's you.

That's why you tried
to kill yourself

because you couldn't face what
you have done to 17 women.

I never touched
that woman, ever.

It's not his voice.

What?

I'm telling you, that's not him.

You've got the wrong guy.

I'm positive. He has
a co-conspirator.

OK, but we didn't find
any communications

with anyone on his phone.

I know that you want to
believe your sister, but...

She was right, about it all.

But Tom doesn't
match my profile.

He feels guilt.

That's why he was
clamming up in the box.

That's why he tried
to kill himself.

Right, or it could be because
he's, you know, guilty.

He is the beta.

That means there's
an alpha out there,

an alpha predator, one who
doesn't know right from wrong...

a dangerous, serious
sex offender.

That's a theory.

So let's test it.

Let's see if Tom breaks.

It'll be tough.

Betas rarely turn
on their alphas...

Especially one who allows them

to live out their
darkest fantasies.

They only break if
they feel betrayed.

Then that's our plan.

Tom's attorney just arrived.

He's willing to talk
for a proffer agreement.

No.

Then we can't use his
testimony against him.

If you're right, he has
information we need.

He could lead us to the man
who assaulted your sister.

You know, I came to you

because I thought
you'd understand.

Agent Ortiz, you
don't understand.

Cutting deals with
bad people haunts me,

but this is how we get results,

so that you and the rest of
New York can sleep at night.

So who'd you piss off this time?

It's not funny, Eric.

So now what? You're giving up?

Back to the dungeon
for you, huh?

We have 17 cases that
match our perp's MO, right?

Women drugged, abducted,
returned to their homes.

One case doesn't match.

How's that?

His first victim, Chloe Mullins,

wasn't returned home.

I would interview her,
but two years after,

she took her own life.

What about a witness?

Well, the night of the attack,

Chloe escaped.

A woman, June Bakers,

found her stumbling
in the street.

I tried calling her
too, but no answer.

No way I solve this
before Tom gets his deal.

You know, when SAC Castillo
called and asked about you...

I know.

You said I won't play
well with others.

I said you were just
like your father...

sharp, insightful,
and a dog with a bone.

Yeah, well, look
where that got him.

He had the respect
of every agent

who ever worked with him.

He was tireless.

It's Syd.

I didn't realize you guys
were on a texting basis.

Oh, she's just eager. Come on.

We all were at some point.
- Mm, you were obnoxious.

That's different.

Yeah, she's going to
talk to some witness

down at the Heathman.

- A witness?
- What witness?

Tell us how it works.

Go ahead. Tell her.

I disabled the alarm systems,

and then I watched them sleep.

That's it.

What about the break-ins?

I don't do them.

Who does?

I don't know.

Oh, because you're
just the eyes and ears.

You surveil the victims,
learn their routine,

every detail about their home,

so that your partner can
take them without a trace.

You want to remain loyal, Tom?

This guy is not doing
the same for you.

Look at you.

Look where you are,

while he gets off scot-free.

He set it up this way so
that you would take the fall

for what he has done.

He used you.

No, Roy wouldn't do that to me.

Roy. Who is he?

Roy.

I met him online.

He couldn't get a date either.

He wanted to sleep with
them, and I wanted to watch,

so he let me see everything.

He would take the women,

and you would meet him to watch.

Yes, in the basement of
an apartment building,

the Heathman.

Roy's the super.

Can I help you?

Special Agent Sydney Ortiz, FBI.

I'm here to speak
with June Bakers.

Oh, she's lived here
for a long time.

Follow me. I'll
take you to her.

Do you mind if I ask
what this is about?

A girl she found a couple of
years back, Chloe Mullins.

Well, I'm sure she'll
be happy to help.

- I didn't catch your name.
- Oh, I'm Roy.

I'm the super.

She's not answering.

OK, we got to get
down there now.

Roy, it's not too late.

You still have a choice
about how this ends.

Surveillance
confirms Agent Ortiz

entered the Heathman,
but it doesn't show

her leaving,
meaning she is still

in there somewhere, and
we need to find her.

Let's start in the basement.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Oh!

- I feel for you, Roy.
- You don't understand.

I loved Chloe.

Then why didn't
you drop her home?

That was her fault.

I know to take a woman
home after a date,

but she was... she
was... she was stubborn,

and... and she got away.

And then June found her outside.

If she had just stayed,

I would have taken care of her.

That's very kind of you, Roy,

because that's who
you really are,

a gentleman.

Will you make sure I
get home safe too, Roy?

We don't have that
kind of relationship.

No, no, no, no.

No, you ruined it.

Now I have to kill you.

Go, go, go!

I'm on your side, Roy.

Tell your story to my team.

No. You're trying to trick me.

No. No.

I just... I just want you

to be the gentleman
that you are...

The kind of person who
takes accountability

when they hurt someone.

I never hurt anyone.

I'm sorry to say this,
Roy, but you did.

We found the room. No
sign of Agent Ortiz.

It's exactly as
Tom described it.

Where the hell is she?

The Heathman has six
floors, 90 units in total,

at 100% occupancy.
- That does not narrow it down.

Got something.

Unit 514 has permits
for a renovation.

It's unoccupied.

The only person that
would have access...

The super.

All right, team,
we have a location.

Unit 514.

Chloe killed herself when no
one believed what happened.

You're lying.

I'm not, Roy.

She's dead.

She committed suicide because
of what you did to her.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But you have a chance
to do the right thing.

I'm so sorry.

Roy, wait!

Shots fired.

Shots fired.
- Go, go, go!

Suspect is DOA.

OK?

- I didn't mean for him to...
- Syd, Syd, It's OK.

It's OK. Come on.

All right, Jubal. We
got her. Ortiz is OK.

On behalf of the FBI,

I am so sorry your
cases were ignored.

Every one of you took a
brave step coming forward

and made this arrest possible.

Though we can't
change what happened,

I can tell all of
you that the FBI

will be devoting
significant resources

to our serial offender
program, starting now.

We're gonna interview
you one by one.

The world will know
that this happened.

Hi.
- Hi.

My name is Isobel Castille.

Almost forgot.

Thank you.

Got a second?

Sorry to say, your
supervisor was right.

You inserted yourself
into an investigation,

disobeyed direct orders,
questioned my plan of action...

I know. And you were right.

I made about 100 mistakes
in the field today.

But also, it was...

I think it's where
I belong one day.

100 mistakes?

How it felt.

So next time when I say
go right, you go right.

Yes, absolutely.

Next time?

I thought you went home.

Oh, yeah, I called to check in.

Ella's doing great.

I mean, it helps
that she loves Erin.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

Look at that, huh?

Today could have
been so much worse.

Ooh, inspiring toast.

I don't know about you guys,
but finding Syd like that,

tied up, my stomach dropped.

What do you think of her?

I think she's smart,
but there's a reason

we keep the BAU folks
in the dungeon, right?

Yeah. Mm.

She's behind me, isn't she?

- Yeah.
- That's amazing. Hi.

You'll get used to me.

I thought you don't drink
when getting to know people.

I thought I'd make an exception

for my new teammates.

OK. Cheers.