The men looked at each other, and Gayle glanced between them, before Gideon cracked a smile, and reached out for Morgan's hand.

"Good to see you again, Morgan," he said, nodding.

"You too, Gideon. How do you know Gayle?" Morgan asked, nodding towards her as she stood between them and off to the side.

"She works at my attorney's office." Gayle blushed, and looked at Morgan, shrugging with a small smile.

"Jason is one of the best clients I have contact with. It's always a good day when he has to come into the office," she replied, patting Jason's arm lightly. Gideon looked at Gayle with a smile, before looking back at Morgan.

"How do you two know each other?" Gayle hesitated, and sighed.

"Morgan saved my life…twice, when I lived in Virginia."

"Hey, technically I only saved it once…the first time Hotch saved you," he pointed out, smirking a little. "Gideon, man…you live out here now?" Morgan asked, lifting his hand to motion to the building. Gideon motioned behind him.

"A few blocks off, yeah. What are you doing here?"

"On a case…Right now we're having dinner at PF Chang's. Hey, wanna join us?" Morgan asked, holding his hands up in offering. Gideon looked between the two, and considered the offer for a moment, before shrugging and nodding.

"Yeah, sounds good. If you're sure," he added, looking between them. Gayle, with a grin, put her hand on his arm, and led him back towards the door.

"I'm sure – that should be all that matters," she teased, smiling over at Morgan, before opening the door.

Morgan headed in first, followed by Gideon, then Gayle, and the three made their way to the table. Reid glanced up when he saw Morgan heading back towards them, and shifted slightly in his chair.

"Everything okay, you guys?" he asked, tapping his fork against his napkin. Morgan nodded, moving to sit, opening the team's view to Gideon. Gayle watched all of them stop, and look up, uncertain for a moment, and then surprised, and she glanced at Morgan, her eyebrows knitted together.

"G-Gideon?" Reid asked, slowly sliding his chair back and standing. He smiled a little, and nodded, reaching out to shake Reid's hand.

"Good to see you, all of you," he said, looking around the table. For a moment, everyone was silent, and Gayle felt her cheeks flush, until Hotch stood, and shook Gideon's hand, looking around and pulling up a chair from a nearby empty table.

"Uh, why don't you join us, Jason?" Hotch asked, looking up at his old friend. Gideon smiled, nodding a thank you, and lowered himself into the chair, looking around the table.

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Morgan looked around as he walked Gayle to her door, and she shook her head a little, turning to see him.

"If I had known that you were going to be uncomfortable with Jason joining us, Morgan, I never would have run out to see him," Gayle finally apologized, stuffing her hands into her pockets to find her keys. He chuckled, and shook his head, leaning against the doorframe.

"Hey, now…you didn't know. And how would you have known? You and I don't talk about the BAU unless it's you bringing up the case and thanking us for saving your life, which you don't have to bring up, you know." She smiled, laughing softly, as she removed a small key ring from her pocket.

"Well…I guess that's true." Gayle paused, resting her hand on the doorknob, before turning to look at him. "Has anyone told you lately that you are a great person, Derek Morgan?" she asked, raising an eyebrow before pushing the key into the doorknob. The smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, and he reached out, patting his hand on her back.

"Only you, gorgeous. So let me ask – why do you always try to flatter me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and making her blush as she turned the key and opened the door.

"Because I believe you deserve it. The job you do…I know the FBI doesn't always get greeted very warmly. And I know that a hell of a lot of people think the BAU is full of BS," she snickered. "But you guys are amazing. And you deserve to be told such." Gayle pushed the door open more, and slid her hand against the wall, pushing in the light switch and looking up as the hall light flickered and zapped before going off again. "Damn it. Okay. Mr. Amazing, please tell me you have your phone with you." He raised an eyebrow, but unclipped his cell, reaching out and placing it in her palm.

"I always do. Why?"

"Because I can't see in the dark, and the next light is in the kitchen…with the switch across the room." She flipped his phone open, and held it out in front of her, following the faint glow across the tile floor to flip on the overhead. "There. Thank you," she said, tossing him his phone as she crouched to grab a bulb out from under the cabinet. Morgan closed the door behind him, putting the phone back in its holder

"Not a problem." He watched her shove one of the kitchen chairs into the hall to change the bulb. "One question." She looked down at him as she climbed up, and placed a hand on the bulb.

"Would you shut off the switch?" she asked, pointing. "What's your question?" Morgan took a couple steps, hitting the switch, and turned to see her as she pulled the first bulb out of the socket.

"Why'd you blush when I asked why you try to flatter me? Doing it because you think I deserve to be flattered doesn't necessarily result in the need to blush…" She stopped, pushing the second bulb into the socket, and blinked a few times, before once again blushing.

"Come on, Morgan. Do you really want to talk like you're at work tonight? You spend all day doing that sort of thing – I would think you want to do something different when you aren't working," she said, lowering her hands and nodding for him to hit the switch. As he pressed his finger into the switch, bright white light erupted from the bulb, and brought a smile to her face as she climbed off the chair.

"I'm always working, gorgeous. And that didn't answer my question."

"And you didn't answer mine," she pointed out, tossing the old bulb in the garbage, before turning to look at him. "But fine. I'll answer yours…just one last thing. If I have to tell you, Morgan, you aren't doing a very good job at figuring me out," Gayle said with a shrug, and a smirk. He looked at her from where he stood near the front door, and smiled at her.

"You, Miss Morel, have a thing for me, don't ya?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She took a deep breath, and stared over at him, before smiling and nodding reluctantly.

"Yeah, yeah. Can you actually blame me?" Morgan crossed the kitchen, and hooked his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

"I don't know that I've been able to blame you for anything since I met you," he pointed out, as she smiled and returned the hug. After a few seconds, Gayle pulled back, and looked at him.

"That's not…well, okay, I guess it is…" The confused look on his face made her giggle. "I was going to say that's not true…but then I realized that technically we met after I crashed into you. So I guess that technically it's true, that you haven't blamed m-" Her voice went silent as Morgan, with a silly smirk on his face, cupped her face in his hand and leaned in, and pressing his lips gently against hers.

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The table was cluttered with pictures of crime scenes, pictures of the victims before and after, information that could be relevant. Reid kept his head down as he poured over the documents, skimming them to take in the information, tossing them aside to see what else he had. Hotch stood near one of the boards, looking at the pictures, and sighed.

"Rossi, why don't we go check out the crime scene again? When Morgan gets in, have him look over all this, see if he can give you a hand," he said, glancing at Reid. Reid nodded, glancing up.

"Of course." Hotch and Rossi left the room, and crossed the station, moving through the officers before leaving through the door.

"Any clue where Morgan is?" Prentiss asked, watching the door flop shut behind Rossi, before sitting back down at the table. Reid shrugged, and shook his head.

"I tried to call him, but it went right to voicemail."

"What did?" Morgan asked, as he opened and closed the door, lowering himself into a chair across from Reid. JJ turned around from where she stood near the marker board, and exchanged glances with Reid and Prentiss, before smiling a little.

"Your phone. We tried to call you earlier – Hotch wasn't happy you weren't here yet." He glanced up and around, and shrugged.

"Had my phone off so it could charge, and so my mother could sleep," he said nonchalantly. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, not really. Hotch and Rossi are looking at the crime scene…" Morgan nodded, ignoring the moment of uncertain silence between the rest of the team.

"Okay, so what do we know about this unsub?" he asked. Prentiss moved towards the images from the first victim.

"He is careful…no one ever reports seeing him around these women, let alone kidnapping them. He's also sure of himself, since he has taken two of the women in broad daylight," she said carefully, nodding as she looked around.

"He's smart. He seems to know when they'll be alone, so he watches them long enough to know that," Reid added.

"It looks…like they didn't try to fight back. No one tried to make a phone call, no one tried to run away, or scream for help. At least, not that anyone reported. Means he's strong, possibly intimidating enough to keep them from trying anything," Morgan spoke slowly, scanning over notes from each woman's case.

"So the unsub is male, probably early to mid-thirties," Prentiss added, turning to see Reid and Morgan.

"And he only takes mothers with small children. All four victims, and the one missing woman, all have children under the age of six…" Reid turned around, and looked at the images tacked to the cork, before sighing, and rubbing his hand against his neck. Morgan looked over at him. "What's up?" he asked, eyebrow raised. Reid lifted his eyes.

"…I'm just glad Mel stayed in Virginia, and didn't move out here with Gayle," he said, shaking his head. The team looked at each other, before Prentiss nodded.

"She has a five-year-old, doesn't she?"

"Sebastian. Yeah…" Morgan glanced at JJ, before reaching over, and patting Reid's shoulder.

"Hey, man. They're fine. After what happened before…Melody knows how to be safe. She learned well. So don't worry. If you need to be reassured, go ahead and call her," he said, nodding his head. Reid nodded, but didn't answer.