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Gideon and Hotch went to the Pickenson's house. Although house may have been an understatement. They sat in the living room, which was twice what most families had. A picture of the three Pickenson girls lay on the fireplace mantle. The girls looked only a year or two apart each. All had blonde hair at shoulder length. The younger two had cornflower blue eyes while the eldest had rich hazel eyes. They were posed around the family piano all smiling and leaning together.

Mr. and Mrs. Pickenson sat together on the couch facing the two agents. They had invited the agents in before quickly shutting the door, as if embarrassed FBI agents were visiting.

Hotch leaned slightly forward on his straight back chair. Like the rest of the house, it was elegantly put together. Although lovely, it was not something you wanted to sit on for a long period of time. "We're very sorry to take up your time. I know you've told the police everything you know, but sometimes even the smallest detail can help. Anything about Janice's social life can help us find out more about her killer."

There was a quick intake of breath from Mrs. Pickenson. Her husband squeezed her hand. Hotch thought it was for comfort, but something flicked behind Mr. Pickenson's eyes like anger. It was as if the man was mad at his wife for being upset. He turned to the agents. "I don't know what two tell you two gentlemen. Janice was a school athlete, not a star because she did not work hard enough but she was getting there. She played the viola. Her teacher had started calling her a prodigy, she was very good." This seemed to bring some pride to the man's face. "Her youth orchestra is the best in the state. One of the top runners in the northeast as well. She participated in some concerts at school, accompanying the choir. She didn't have a boyfriend. She and her last boyfriend broke up because he was heading for college. They've continued to talk but there are no other young men in her life."

Gideon nodded. "Was your daughter close with the other two girls?"

Mrs. Pickenson looked to her husband before answering. "Samantha had been around once or twice. I've seen her mother at the school concerts. The girl was always polite. As for the other girl, Elizabeta? I only know her from the concerts. She and Janice don't-didn't see eye to eye over things. You know how high school is. Girls will be girls." She looked down at her hands.

The agents watched a slow tear fall down the woman's perfect cheek. They both stood giving their condolences to the parents and headed out the door.

Reid and J.J. had been sent to the Collins' residence. The Collins' house was as impressive as the Pickeson's but there was a difference. The décor was just as impressive as the Pickenson's but the furniture was more comfortable and you had to call this a home, not just a house. They welcomed the agents in giving them coffee and offering them to help in anyway they could.

J.J. held her mug in both hands. "Mr. and Mrs. Collins-"

Mrs. Collins interrupted. "Please, Katrina and Dorian would suffice."

J.J. nodded. "Of course. If you could just repeat to us what you told to the police and anything you may remember."

Reid leaned forward. "The police ask about what you remember about that day. We want to know what you can tell us about Elizabeta."

Dorian smiled. "She was our little girl. What can we say? She wasn't interested in playing an instrument, but she sang. She had a beautiful voice and we could not ask for more. Her cousins would play and she and her oldest cousin, Selene, would sing. She was in AVE, took private lessons, she was applying for scholarships." He stopped clearing his throat. "I'm sorry."

J.J. gave them a small smile. "You seem to be handling this very well. I'm sure Elizabeta would be happy about that."

Katrina nodded, tears in her eyes. "We have our faith. Faith that she's better off and faith you will catch the man that did this."

Reid shifted in his seat. "Did Elizabeta have a boyfriend?"

Dorian nodded. "Yes. Kevin D'Amico. Very nice boy, he wouldn't have anything to do with this." He shook his head. "Kevin wouldn't lay a hand on Elizabeta. He's taking this extremely hard." He looked at the agents, pain showing in his eyes. "He bought Elizabeta a promise ring. He asked our permission first. He loved her more than anything."

J.J. spoke up. "We're not saying he did. We do not believe anyone the girls were close with did this. We just want to see if there is some sort of pattern. Check social circles. The more we cover, the more we can find out." She stood, Reid following suit. "Thank you for your time. We'll be in contact." She handed them a card. "If there's anything you can think of just give me a call at anytime."

Morgan and Emily sat across from Mrs. Vasquez at her large oak kitchen table. She had welcomed them into her apartment. It was large, but than again, what penthouses weren't?

Emily and Morgan both accepted graciously looking around at the pictures. Pictures of the family when Mr. Vasquez was still alive. School pictures and everything in between.

Morgan turned to Mrs. Vasquez who was making coffee. "You're son, Brian, is in college correct? He's not staying with you?"

She had set the steaming mugs in front of the agents before sitting down. "Brian should be home this afternoon." She cleared her throat. "He goes to school in Denver now. It's been hard to get out of there, with the blizzards and all. He was here for the wake and the funeral." She cleared her throat again, trying to regain her strength. "I don't know what else to tell you I haven't told the police. She occasionally goes out late. Either to the movies, a mall, or club. Never during the week, always the weekend. My hours at work have been a bit odd lately, so we miss each other sometimes. I know that doesn't sound like the best parenting, but it's not like it sounds. We have dinner together at least three times a week, we talk about everything. She doesn't..." She searched her mug before continuing. "She didn't have a boyfriend. She and her ex, Joshua, broke up a few weeks ago. It was for the best and they both agreed on it. They still talked. She was so excited for the Virginia trip. She had been bringing the music to her voice coach to go over every once in a while." She bit her lip a few tears falling down her face. "She was my little girl, agents. I know you can't really call a seventeen year old a little girl, but she was." She lifted her head up, strength behind her eyes. "Catch the son of a bitch who did this."

Morgan took the woman's hand in his. "I promise you, we will find this man. He will not slip through the system. Your daughter's killer will be brought to justice. Samantha will not be forgotten. I promise."

The agents met back at the hotel they were staying at all around a large conference room table.

J.J. had set up the crime scene pictures on a corkboard on the furthest wall. "Well there's not obvious connection I see. Besides going to the same school."

Gideon had a finger pressed against his lips staring at the photos. "What did we learn from talking to the parents?"

Hotch grunted. "That the Pickensons are assholes?" He noted the shocked look on his co-workers faces. "I'm sorry but anyone who response without real emotion to their child's death is not a person. Mr. Pickenson seemed more disappointed in his daughter than angry about her death."

Reid looked thoughtful. "Mr. and Mrs. Collins were more accepting. They said they had faith she was better off and they had faith in us."

Gideon nodded. "Some put up defenses, some turn to religion." He nodded to Morgan and Emily. "Your mother responded they way most would. Still using present tense and showed anger. Nothing any guilty parents would show."

Emily spoke. "Only one had a boyfriend. None of the parents were worried about their daughter's disappearance at first. Janice Pickenson had gotten into an argument with her father and had taken her jeep. Mrs. Pickenson believes she had driven off to New York to go stay with one of her sisters, or just go into the city. She never answered her phone if she went off angry. The parents knew something was wrong when she didn't show up Monday after school.

Elizabeta was supposed to go to Maine with her boyfriend to go snowboarding. They were going to meet each other up there but when she didn't show up, he called her parents. They tried her cell phone a few times, but it went straight to voicemail. They believed she didn't have service and figured she had gotten a late start, possibly stopping at a friend's house before driving up. They waited the full twenty-four before calling her in missing."

Morgan sighed. "Mrs. Vasquez said Samantha was always out. But she always checked in. She knew something was wrong when she wasn't at dinner Sunday night. She knew they hadn't just missed each other."

Reid looked at the police reports. "It says all the vehicles were found at school."

J.J. nodded. "The groundskeepers said they were there when he arrived Monday morning. The security guard doesn't show up until 7:30. The grounds keeper was there around quarter to seven. He thought that maybe someone thought there was a track meet. Then he found the bodies."

Morgan sighed. "Defiantly not the way to start the day."

"Friday. This is the day the girls were taken." Gideon walked around the computer lab back at our Lady of Sorrows. "We have undercover cops stationed around throughout the day. We don't know for sure if he will strike today. He may have a different cycle. It could be every other week. A number of things. He might have specific girls selected."

There was a banging at the door and Reid jumped up to open it. Marena rushed in her face white. "I didn't have a number to contact you. Luci and I have new news on this. It's not good."

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