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Author's Note: Once again, thank you for the kind reviews :) They help to keep me motivated! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, this would have been posted a lot earlier but this site seems to have been having some posting related issues.

Flawless
Chapter 3

"Goddess of the virtual highway speaking. How may I help you, mortal?"

"Hey, Baby Girl. Do you have anything for me?"

"Not this time my lovely," Garcia said regretfully.

"Oh come on Doll Face, you gotta have something?"

"Afraid not. There are no connections that I'm finding between these women."

Morgan suppressed a sigh, it was a rare occasion when Garcia didn't come through for him. If this wasn't a sign that the case wasn't going to go as well as they were hoping then he didn't know what was.

"Okay then Baby Girl. Well keep looking for me, and try to focus on Berry and Mills. With them both having the same job it's possible that there is going to be something there."

"Got it. Garcia out," and with that she had put the phone down.

"She didn't have anything?" Hotch asked as Morgan turned around to face him.

"No," Morgan said, feeling slightly irritated although not quite sure why, "But if there's something there Garcia will find it."

Hotch nodded. He seemed focussed enough, but something told Morgan that maybe Hotch's mind was elsewhere. He just didn't seem to be quite with it at the moment. He was probably thinking about Jack and Haley. Morgan couldn't help but feel a certain amount of sympathy for their unit chief.

"Hey, guys?" Reid said, popping his head around the corner, "They're waiting for the profile."

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They had delivered the profile of a man in his mid thirties, strong and capable. Someone unnoticeable in a crowd. Someone who probably hadn't had much luck with women. Someone who had recently split up with a girlfriend or wife that would act as a stressor.

Now Morgan was on his way with JJ and Prentiss to talk to Berry's boss at the biggest law firm in the city. They both looked far too miserable for Morgan's liking. Sure, this was turning out to be a bad case, but he wished everyone would stop looking so depressed. It made for a stressful work environment. He decided he was going to make it his personal mission to put a smile on at least one person's face by the end of the day.

"Can you believe Garcia didn't have anything for us?" he said.

"What?" said JJ, turning around from her seat at the front to look puzzled at Morgan.

"Just when I was beginning to think that women had more uses other than cooking and cleaning," he continued.

"Excuse me?" Prentiss said from the driver's seat.

Okay, so this probably wasn't the best way to go if he was aiming to cheer them up, but drawing them into a mock argument was the best thing Morgan could think of off the top of his head.

"Yea, I was beginning to believe that women might possibly have some skills outside the kitchen and then my baby goes and lets me down."

"I'm going to tell Garcia you said that," Prentiss said with a flicker of a smile, "We'll see if your opinion of women stays the same after Quantico is filled with pictures of you dressed up as one."

"Ouch. That was a low blow," Morgan said dramatically, putting his hand to his chest as though physically wounded.

"I'm sure she already has some on her computer," JJ said offhandedly, "If I call her now then I'll bet she can have the place covered by the time we get back. I particularly like the one of you in gold stilettos."

Morgan was horrified and not entirely sure if she was joking or not, "I'm sorry. I take it back."

"Ah no. What has been said can never be unsaid."

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Morgan, JJ and Prentiss walked through the doors of a large law firm. There was a very pretty blonde woman working behind the desk of the reception. Morgan caught her eye and she smiled slightly causing him to suppress a smirk.

"Hello," she said in a very nasal voice, "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yea, we're with the FBI," Morgan said, taking his badge from his jacket pocket, "We'd like to speak to Jordan Berry's boss."

The secretary looked stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered and picked up her phone. She exchanged a few brief words with whoever was on the other end and then hung up.

"I'll take you up to see him," she said, shooting Morgan a winning smile. It was a shame that her voice was so annoying, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he saw JJ roll her eyes at him.

They followed to woman to an elevator, where she pressed the number thirteen button. Morgan gulped slightly. Since the incident with Reid on one of their previous cases he had become rather wary of elevators, though he would never admit that to anybody. He tried not to look relieved when it came to a stop on the top floor.

A man stood there to greet them. He was short and stocky looking, and Morgan thought he looked rather out of place in the uncomfortable looking suit he was wearing.

"I'll take you to Mr Davenport's office," the man said in a gruff voice. He didn't sound like he should be working there any more than he looked like he should.

Morgan heard Prentiss thank the secretary for her help and he turned around to smile at her. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she quickly got back into the elevator. Once again he saw JJ roll her eyes and shake her head slightly disbelievingly.

Following the man at a brisk pace, the three were led to Davenport's office. The man knocked loudly on the door.

"Enter," said an educated voice.

The man opened the door and let the three agents walk in.

Jack Davenport looked to be in his mid forties with dark brown hair that he had combed down. He sat at his desk with a pen poised over a piece of paper that he had obviously been writing on.

"Thank you, Lester," he said in the same post accent, "That will be all."

The man grunted and left the three agents alone.

"Hello, Mr Davenport. Thank you for agreeing to speak to us," JJ began, "I'm Agent Jareau and this is Agent Prentiss and Agent Morgan."

Davenport put his pen down and regarded the three closely. Morgan rather thought he had look of a childlike curiosity on his face.

"Please, sit down. I take it you are here to talk about Miss Berry? I was very upset when I learned of her death this morning," Davenport said sincerely, "She was an excellent lawyer."

"I'm sure she was," Prentiss said with a nod, "Did you notice any unusual behaviour on her part before she went missing?"

Davenport gazed at her musingly before saying, "Not that I recall, but to be honest I saw very little of her. We pretty much let our staff have their own free reign in cases. People here keep themselves to themselves. I'm not particularly friendly with anybody."

"Do you recognise any of these women?" JJ said, taking out three pictures to show the man.

Morgan studied his face intently, but Davenport genuinely seemed puzzled by the pictures.

"Why, no. Should I?"

"How about this one?" Prentiss persisted, pointing to the picture of Katie Mills, "She is also a lawyer."

Pausing a moment to look at the picture more closely, Davenport shook his head, "Not that I recall. I suppose I may have seen her in a court room somewhere but if I did I do not remember her."

It was unlikely they were going to get anything more helpful out of this man, Morgan thought, so he decided to bring the meeting to a close.

"Well thank you for talking to us," he said standing up, "If you think of anything else please contact us."

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It was getting late and the team had decided to call it day. They weren't making much progress and everyone was becoming rather agitated over it.

The hotel they were staying at was close to the police headquarters, but not the main hotel in the middle of the city that would be filled with tourists. It wasn't a fantastic place but Morgan thought it looked relatively clean. Besides, he had slept in much worse places before.

"We have four rooms between the five of us," Hotch said, producing four card keys from his suit pocket as they walked into the foyer.

Morgan was about to offer to share a room with Reid, but when he looked up the boy genius was looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact with him. He continued to stare at Reid until he started to shuffle his feet uncomfortably. Morgan made it his personal mission to find out what was wrong with him when this case was over.

Luckily, JJ said, "We'll share," indicating Prentiss, "As long as Morgan carries our bags to our room."

"What?" Morgan spluttered, temporarily distracted from his worry, "Why me?"

"Payback," JJ said with a grin.

Rolling his eyes Morgan put his hands up in defeat, "All right, you win."

Prentiss snorted as Hotch handed her the card key, "Come on, packhorse."

"You see the way they talk to me?" Morgan said, earning a small smile from Reid.

"Stop complaining," JJ said playfully, "We're only walking up three flights of stairs."

"We're taking the elevator," Morgan said firmly.

"Why would we take the elevator when we can make you walk it? Surely you'd enjoy it more. Carrying heavy objects is the only thing men are useful for anyway," Prentiss said with a raised eyebrow.

Morgan groaned, "How long are you going to make me suffer for that?"

JJ and Prentiss looked at each other with comically similar evil smiles.

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Someone was knocking on his door. Loudly. Morgan groaned and rolled over to look at the clock next to his bed, it read six o clock. He didn't need to be up for another half an hour.

Grumbling he rolled out of bed and staggered over to the source of the banging, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he went. When he pulled it open there stood a panicked looking Reid.

"You'd better have a good reason for waking me up, Reid," Morgan said darkly.

"It's JJ and Emily," the boy said quickly, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Yea, what about them?" Morgan replied, not liking the sound of where this was going.

"They aren't in their room. I think they've been taken."

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Authors Note(s): Not sure if I'm happy with this chapter. It all seems a bit rushed, but when I put in extra bits to make it flow better it began to feel a bit long and boring. I hope you liked it anyway though.

Next chapter from JJ's point of view.