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They talked for a few hours more. Hotch pressed Anna on the smallest details of the letters and pictures she'd gotten. He asked over and over if she recognized any of the victims. She didn't. He asked again. The answer was still no. Anna appeared forthcoming in her answers, and didn't hold anything back, even when Hotch dug more into her past. How she'd started the shelter. Her life before her career. Her life now. Surprisingly, it wasn't Anna who looked uncomfortable, it was Emily. Hotch knew he was going to need to talk to her later. They needed to know everything.

They were interrupted around seven in the evening by blaring rap music. It wasn't coming from downstairs though, it was coming from outside. Morgan went to the window and saw two cars cruising past the house. Their windows were down, and the cars were the source of the music. He willed them to keep driving, groaning inwardly when the settled to a stop across the street from Anna's house. These crimes didn't profile as gang related, but nothing was impossible. The gang bangers exited their cars and began to saunter toward the front door. Morgan stepped away from the window.

"What's wrong?" Rossi asked, seeing the look on his colleague's face.

"Trouble." Morgan had grown up in Chicago; he wasn't any stranger to gangs. He'd seen his fair share of fights, fought in a good number of them too. Before he could say anything else, the doorbell rang. Hand on his holster; he left the room, his team in tow, Garcia following. Emily and Anna were the last to leave, and Anna didn't look happy.

"Agent Morgan! Wait!" When he didn't listen, she walked faster. Before she had descended the last staircase, she heard his voice.

"Look guys, we don't want any trouble." Morgan was saying to the group of young men gathered around the door.

"Neither do we." One of them answered.

"Then just turn around, and go back the way you came." Morgan insisted in an icy voice.

"We told you, we're not leaving until we see Miss Anna."

"Well, she's not available right now."

Anna had finally made it almost all the way down the stairs. Her path was blocked by Hotch, Rossi, Reid, and JJ, who were all standing on the stairs. All of them seemed ready to draw their guns. Morgan's hand was still on his holster.

Anna pushed her way past the group on the stairs and made her way to the front door. Stepping in front of Morgan, who started to protest, she said "I'll handle this." With that, she placed her palm against his chest and gently pushed him backwards. There was a smile on her face when she turned back to the door.

"Hey Roger, how are you?"

The man Morgan had been speaking to, apparently his name was Roger, leaned down and kissed Anna on the cheek, presenting her with a bouquet of flowers he'd been holding behind his back. Morgan had mistaken these for a gun.

"I'm fine, Miss Anna. The question is, how are you? Rumor is that some psycho's after you."

"You don't miss a thing Roger. But my sister and her team are here now, so there's nothing to worry about. They're with the FBI."

"Ah. That accounts for the welcoming party." He said, indicating not only Morgan, but the rest of the team on the stairs. At this point, they all had a mixture of confusion and intrigue on their faces. Morgan still looked pissed.

"They didn't mean any harm, Roger." Anna soothed.

"I know." He looked past her, to Morgan. "No hard feelings man." Roger offered his hand, and after a moment, Morgan took it.

Anna smiled. "Well, I'm guessing dinner's almost ready, why don't you guys go help in the kitchen?" she suggested. "And find a vase for those flowers. They're beautiful."

"Yes ma'am." Roger agreed. He stepped into the house, and the others followed him. Now that they weren't all grouped together, the team could see that they varied in age from early teens to early twenties. As each boy stepped into the house, Anna directed them. One of the washing machines is acting up, she explained. Could Johnny and Liam please go see what they could do? And for the younger boys, the kids are in the playroom. Would they please go play with them for a few minutes? She never had to ask twice. They went where they were told, no questions or complaints.

Emily watched her sister in action and smiled. She'd always been able to connect with even the most difficult of people. The rest of the team had relaxed, except for Morgan, who looked even more pissed than he had before. Unable to contain himself, he hissed to Anna.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Excuse me?"

"You have children here, and you're letting bangers go play with them? And cook their food? Are you crazy?"

"Agent Morgan, these boys have been coming here almost every night for the past two years. They know that when they step into this house, they must be unarmed, and they are not to talk to the children about gang business. Nor are they allowed to talk about it at all. But to honest with you, most of them have given up the gang life. Many of them are back in school. I encourage them to come here to keep them off the streets. We go over their test scores, their future plans. If I need work done around the house, they do it. In return, they get dinner, and something to do for a few hours. There's a lounge in the basement for them to hang out in. We go over their test scores every week, and look for jobs. Most of them now know how to balance a checkbook and make a budget. The kids only come here if they're ready to turn their lives around. And once they make that decision, I don't see any reason to not give them a chance to do it." She was glaring now.

Morgan, not ready to admit that he had misjudged the situation, tried a different approach. "You realize that until we catch this Unsub, they have to stop coming, right? If they're here and he shows up, they could get hurt."

Anna nodded. "I'm going to talk to them tonight. I'll take care of it."

"Well, good." Not having anything else to say, turned and walked up the stairs.

Anna spoke to the rest of the team. "Do you need me right now?"

"No. We'll let you know if we do." Rossi assured her.

"Okay. Well, make yourselves at home. Emily mentioned that you usually stay at a hotel, but there are plenty of bedrooms upstairs if you would rather stay here. Whatever is more convenient for you." With a last smile, she headed toward the basement.

Hotch and Rossi conferred for a moment, and it was decided that it would indeed be easier to stay here instead of at a hotel. Plus, the added protection wouldn't hurt. Hotch led his team back upstairs and gave them ten minutes to settle in before they needed to be back in the conference room. Everyone headed back upstairs to the third floor. Even with the rooms that were labeled as offices, there would be more than enough bedrooms for all of them. Emily had already settled into a room next door to Anna's, and Hotch took the one next to hers with Rossi on the end. Morgan was across the hall from Anna's, with Reid next to him, JJ next, and Garcia on the end. Hotch, who didn't bother to unpack his things no matter where they were staying, took advantage of his time to take a look in Anna's room. He'd cleared it with her earlier. It was simply decorated and had the same furniture as his bedroom. He guessed that she'd ordered it in bulk. There were pictures hanging on the wall; tons of them: Anna with various people, he figured they were people that had been in the shelter at one point in their lives. On another wall, there were pictures of Anna with her coach, Anna with the national team, Anna with the other girls she trained with. The third wall was the one Hotch found most interesting; pictures of Anna and Emily. There were pictures of a child Emily holding a baby Anna, pictures of them at birthday parties, and on Christmas. They always looked happy. One picture in particular caught his eye; Anna's lips were planted on Emily's cheek, and Emily was laughing. Hotch had never seen Emily Prentiss look so happy; the smile on her face was one of pure joy.

"That was her twenty first birthday." Hotch turned and saw Emily standing in the doorway. We went dancing."

"You guys have a good relationship." It wasn't a question, but more of an observation.

"The best. She's the best." Emily said softly. "Even though she's younger, it never seemed like that to me. She knew me better than I knew myself. She probably still does." Emily mused, thinking about the conversation they'd had just last night.

"So, what's up with you and your boss?"

"What? Anna, you haven't even met him."

"Yeah. Emily, I thought we told each other everything."

"We do." Emily insisted.

"Then admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you love him."

When Emily didn't answer, Anna knew the truth. She spoke more softly now. "Emily, every time we talk, he's the last person on the team you mention. And you talk about him the least. You're trying to hide it from me, you silly girl. I see all, and I know all." Anna laughed. "So just admit it already. That way, we can figure out what you're going to do about it."

"Prentiss? Prentiss, are you alright?" Hotch pulled her out of her memory.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm good."

Hotch regarded her for another moment. "Well, we need to get to the conference room." He placed a hand gently on the small of her back and led her out of the room. Emily forced herself to act normal, still noting that he removed his hand as they approached the rest of the team. They settled in around the table once again. They had an Unsub to profile.