Disclaimer: Same as usual.

I would also like to point out how fantastic the season premiere of CM was. I don't think I breathed once in that whole hour.

"So have you found any links at all between the other six victims?" Prentiss asked Detective Morris. Her and JJ were sitting near his desk, JJ had given her very brief consultation to the media in hopes it would cover the leak that made its way into the press. She hadn't said much at all, but sometimes a confirming voice that the police and FBI were working together in order to solve the issue was enough for the time being.

Detective Morris shook his head sadly, "We had just began throwing the possibility around that this could be the same guy a couple weeks ago. There are reports from when we interviewed the families of the victims. A couple, Jessica Stork and one we couldn't even get a name on, Victim 2, they didn't have any family or personal friends that we could find. Jessica was a well known prostitute in the bad side of town and no one could come in to identify the body. No hits were found when we ran her DNA through the system either…"

Prentiss nodded, accepting his answer. She flipped through the pages of reports from the victims and looked back up at the detective, "Would we be able to meet with the other four families? Maybe we could find something that would help us… I'm not saying you didn't do a thorough job, it's just that we'd like to get as much information as possible to determine something that would tie all of this to the same person."

"It's no problem. All of the other victims' immediate family lives in the city. We can take you there whenever you need." Morris replied gratefully. In his mind he was hoping he had made the right decision of bringing the BAU down. After the possibility of the six murders being linked came up, he picked up the phone to Aaron Hotchner, someone who had helped him break a case nearly five years ago. He hoped to find the person responsible for the deaths of six innocent women and attack on the seventh. He wanted nothing more than to put this case to rest and once again put comfort into his city.

"Has anyone spoken with Dani Lereux yet?" JJ asked without looking up from the pile of papers in front of her. This case looked severely random, the only known link between the women in the reports have been their looks. All were eerily alike in their coloring, body shape, and from what she could see from some of the pictures, wore the same type of clothing.

Detective Moriss shook his head reluctantly. "She was attacked sometime during the night two days ago, someone called an ambulance about three or four hours after the guy was long gone. She's been in surgery most of yesterday and under anaesthesia until today. I'm hoping she's awake by now, your friends look like they could get something out of her."

"Where was she found? Who called 911?" Prentiss asked.

Morris cleared her throat, "Well see this is where I get more worried. First two vics were found random places, third found in her own car, fourth in her own car again, but this one was parked right outside her apartment. Fifth and sixth both found on their own property, the sixth was in her own garage for Christ sake." Detective Morris ran a rough hand over his tired face. In the last week he hadn't slept much, six murders in two months, the last three happening within three weeks was a lot for Seattle. It was a large city, yet had a very low murder rate, even a low crime rate for the size of its population.

"Dani Lereux, she was found in her car inside the underground parking garage of her apartment building. She was in the driver's seat, slumped against the window. A resident of the same building was passing by at five in the morning, he was on his way to work. He was walking by when he noticed the car's engine running funny and the lights were on. When he walked further he seen Dani's bloody face pressed up against the window. When we questioned him, he said anyone who used the parking garage needed a key to get in, a key to get out. Whoever did this to Dani either was with her when she drove in, lives in the same building or snuck in when someone was driving out."

JJ and Prentiss shuddered inwardly at the image that had formed in their minds.

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"Speak and you shall receive."

Garcia answered the phone quickly. She was sitting in her room filled with computer bleeps and blinking screens, awaiting any word from her teammates regarding the last case. They had rushed off to Seattle in a hurry earlier that day, leaving her lonely in the Quantico headquarters.

"Hey sugar mama. Listen, I've got a question for you. You know all of that French lingo you're always teasing me with?" Morgan asked. Reid and himself were standing outside of Dani Lereux's room. After Reid ushered Morgan in to see the pale woman in the hospital bed, Morgan realized the poor girl wasn't saying anything. He had tried to talk to her, using his soothing charm, but she had just stared at him with scared, wide eyes like she had with Reid.

"Ah, oui oui mon amour." Garcia's smile was heard over the phone.

Morgan chuckled softly, "Yeah, that's the stuff. Listen, our survivor girl here, she doesn't seem to speak any English, but she's got a nice, strong French thing going on here…"

Garcia knew where he was heading and she smoothly interrupted his unasked question, "Ah, I see my handsome prince. However, my French skills are limited to common greetings and dirty innuendos. You know I only learn the latter for you, mon cher."

"Ok, ok," Morgan laughed again. "Well you know I enjoy it. Guess I'll see what else I can scrounge up then."

"Talk to Emily. She has about 30 other languages under her belt I'm sure French is one of them. And I do believe our Supervisor stud has some hidden skills au français himself." Garcia supplied with a hint of teasing in her voice.

Morgan smiled in disbelief, "Hotch? No way…"

"I only speak the truth. Any other requests in the near future though, I shall oblige."

With that, Morgan heard a click on the other line ending the conversation. He smiled and shook his head as he re-opened his cell phone to make another call.

I was going to keep going on this chapter, but for what I wanted to include would make it far too long. This one is kind of blah, but the next will hopefully include more interesting stuff.
-A