"Wheels up in 20." Hotch grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door toward the bull pen. These cases were going to get the best of him and he needed to make one quick call before he headed out.

After talking to Jack and making sure he was OK, the team caught up with Hotch on the plane.

"OK, let's go over victimology. What do we know about the victims?" Hotch said.

Morgan looked up from his files. "They're all brunettes and in their 20's." he said. "That's very specific."

"OK", Hotch said. "Any links between them?" He looked up. "Garcia?"

Garcia's face appeared on the plane's monitor. "Sir, it looks like they all belonged to the same gym. No other links yet, but I'll keep digging." Garcia disappeared off the screen, but not before Rossi could spot the disappointed look on Morgan's face.

"No worries, Derek. She'll be there when you get back." Rossi whispered in his ear and then gave him a small wink.

JJ closed her files. "I'm confused", she said. "Why are they calling us in? This seems pretty cut and dry."

"I'm not sure, but it's got to be something important." Hotch rubbed his temples. He was frustrated. As far as he could tell, JJ was right. This was cut and dry. Same gym, same victimology, same girls. The only thing that didn't fit was their presence.

Garcia's face appeared once more. "Hey guys, here is a link that the police in Boise forgot to put in for us; they all worshiped at the same church."

"Now that's something important that we needed to know." Rossi said. "Garcia, was it a mega church?"

"10 points to the psychic guru known as David Rossi! It's mega beyond mega. For an average service they have over 7,000 members."

"No wonder they called us in." Reid said,

"Why?" Morgan said.

"If they've got that many parishioners, the Boise police force can't handle the interviews." Reid went back to reading, but his mind was miles away with a beautiful brown sugar-colored woman who was monopolizing his thoughts and emotions.

As the team landed in Boise, Idaho and headed for the station, Garcia called Morgan for an update.

"Talk to me Baby Girl, and you're on speaker", he said with a chuckle.

"Well, I'll keep it short and sweet then", she replied. "Boise's mega church, here and forever after known as Highway From Hell, and yes that is the real name, has three pastors, and all three pastors have rap sheets. I'm talking as long as my arms and then some."

Morgan looked at Hotch. "Crooked preachers? You think they have something to do with the murders?"

"If not", Hotch said, "They know something. Morgan, Rossi, head to the latest crime scene. Kate, take Reid and head to the church. JJ and I will go to the station and set up with the police force."

JJ looked at Hotch as they entered the station. Looking around, the mediocre sized station was filled to brim with fan-waving, white-glove-wearing, Sunday-best dressed church ladies. They all looked up and eyed JJ and Hotch suspiciously as they entered.

"I guess this is not so cut and dry", JJ said.

Detective Jones walked over to JJ and Hotch as fast as he could maneuver through the sea of women. "I'm so glad you're here. It's been like this all week", he said shaking their hands.

"I'm SSA Jareau and this is SSA Hotchner. Why are they here?"

"Protecting their precious church and pastors. Swearing up and that they serve only the Lord and this is devil's work." Det. Jones rubbed his brow. "They just won't leave."

"Det. Jones…" JJ started.

"Please. Richard."

"Richard. It might help a bit if you treated these ladies like they had valuable information. Interview them a few at a time. I can help you." JJ went over to the women and cleared her throat loudly.

"Ladies, I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau. As a member of the F.B.I, I and the Boise Police Dept. would very much like to thank you for your cooperation. I know you have valuable information to share, but due to the limited amount of space, we're going to interview you in groups." JJ grabbed the first group of 5 ladies and led them into to the interrogation room. Three hours later, all women had been interview with surprising results.

"Notice how every last woman had the exact same answer for, 'what kind of men are the pastors?'" JJ asked.

"It was verbatim, as if…" Hotch said.

"…it was coerced." Det. Jones finished. "And that just doesn't sit well with me."

"Nor me." A tall man walked closer to Det. Jones, JJ and Hotch. He was covered with dirt like he'd been buried in a grave and had several bruises to his face and torso.

"Not well at all." He said, and then proceeded to pass out.

*Sorry I've been away, but as Hagrid said, "I've been away for me health." Who is this mystery beat up man? And how are the others on the team doing…? Thanks for love, guys. I hope not to disappoint. More coming soon! Keep the reviews coming!*