A.N: back again for another round and to let you know as well I'm having internet issues hopefully they will be resolved soon. In the mean time I hope you like this chapter and now on with the show.

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Chapter six

Gulping hard she tried to tramp down the fear she felt, "That," she stuttered a deep shutter leaving her body, "wasn't there when I left for work this morning."

"I thought as much Ma'am," he responded stepping forward into the darken room. "Do you have any idea what it means?"

Penelope shook her head, "No clue sugar."

"Any idea who'd want to do this?"

"Not even the foggiest," she replied chewing on her bottom lip nervously.

"We'll catch the scum bag Ma'am until then do you have a place to stay the night?"

"Hum yea I guess," she returned fidgeting, "I was only coming home to get a few things and go back to work."

"Oh were do you work?" Daniels asked politely came back to stand in front of her.

"FBI," she answered taking a step back from the imposing man. She wasn't afraid of him, she just was having a hard time assimilating the fact that her apartment had been ransacked.

He tipped his head towards her, "Then by all means pack what you need. I'll wait out here for you."

"Thank you," she offered automatically, mechanically starting forward numb from the shock.

Slowly she withdrew a well used, torn in a few places, bright purple duffle bag and started to throw clothes, a pair of sneakers and under garments inside debating with herself the whole time. She knew Kevin would be of no use at all, he'd proved that a few nights ago. But she had no one else the team, her family was out on a case. Feeling through her pocket she pulled her key chain free of her skirt staring at the little metal key, which belonged to Morgan and for a split second she thought about going to his place and crashing, but swept that thought under the rug as soon as it was formed. There was nothing there for her except memories of a time long gone.

Pocketing the keys once more she looked around her bedroom, most of the damage was centered in the living room, more importantly around her computers, which had been turned over and kicked repeatedly. The guts of her favorite machine lying strung out for the world or at least for her to see. Wiping the bit of moisture dampening her cheeks, she moved forward searching her draws for the secret emergency stash of money she kept hidden in the bottom draw. Pulling the beat up gray metal box out she placed it inside her duffle bag, standing to take one more last look, before walking away.

"Is there anyway I could take some of my pictures to, they mean a great deal to me?" Penelope asked, stiffly waiting for his response.

"For now they need to stay in the place they've been tossed in case of prints, so we can catch this perpe. I'm sorry," he answered sympathy dripping from his lips. She nodded numbly and stumbled towards to door, "Here do you need any help with that?" he offered at her side in a split second.

"No," she exclaimed almost to the point of shouting, "no I can handle it myself thank you."

He nodded and backed off, "I'll walk you to your car at least."

She nodded and stepped out, but took one last long look at her apartment, before starting down the steps, Office Daniels right beside her.

"I know this must be hard to take," he began trying to make small talk with the curvaceous blonde beside him.

She stayed tight lipped for a bit, her wit and sarcasm failing her at the moment. Finally she answered, "You just never think I'd be you."

He nodded, "True most people don't think their place will ever get broke into. They think it's safe I mean don't get me wrong that's why we're here the cops I mean, to serve and protect, but sometimes," his voice was filled with regret as he spoke, "sometimes it just doesn't work out that way."

"You can't be in more than one place at a time, Office Daniels it's impossible to stretch yourself that far. I know…" she trailed off not wanting to think about work at the moment, but knowing that her own team of super heroes would be waiting on her return.

Deep sea green eyes stared back at her, "Matt please," he stated a slight smile gracing his harden features.

She cocked her head to the side, then nodded, "Well thank you Matt," she stopped beside Esters butter yellow trunk, sliding the key into the lock and turned, the lid coming up under her hands. She placed her things inside, closed it back and turned to face him. "I better be getting back to the office now, my team will be wondering were I am."

"Your team?" he asked perplexed by her answer.

"Yes," she replied a ghost of a smile on her own lips, "I work for the FBI, BAU unit I'm their technical analyst."

"Which means?" he'd never heard of such a thing, but then again he'd never wanted to be apart of the FBI bureaucracy. Sure he'd had friends that had managed to pass the tests and become an agent, but it wasn't something he wanted to do.

"I find information for the team, help them out on cases," she responded trying not to give too much information away. She didn't know who he really worked for after all, but then if he'd been sent to hurt her, he'd have done it all ready right?

"Oh sounds fascinating really," he faked enthusiasm, but his teasing smile was genuine.

"You have no idea."

He shook his head, pulling a card from his back pocket on his belt, "If you need anything, anything at all Ms. Garcia call me. I'll be in touch about your case as soon as we get something," and he was gone jogging back up the front of her apartment building.

Meanwhile in the police station in Atlanta, Georgia the team was throwing theories around trying to get a profile together. Hotch noticed that Morgan's head wasn't in the game that it appeared his mind was else where.

"Early to mid twenties I'd say an abusive back ground foster care most likely," Prentiss tossed in, angling her chair to the right looking over the faces of all the teens who'd been returned.

"But why the homeless victim what purpose does she serve?" JJ asked glancing at the profilers in front of her.

"Mostly likely she's a replacement, maybe for the unsub himself, or other kids he terrorized himself. Watching the stronger teen's over power the weaker ones gives him some kind of satisfaction," Rossi answered eyes surveying the file in front of him cataloging the bruised and battered face of Rebecca Miller.

"Statistically speaking most kidnapping cases involves men who have fetishes for a certain age, they sexually assault them, in one case James Connelly dressed the girls up in his daughters clothes and raped them repeatedly for days on end, before slitting there throats…" Reid paused when Emily pulled a hand up to stop his flow of words.

"I think we know that Reid," she admonished, wiping at her eyes tiredly.

They were no closer to figuring out where the unsub could be hidden than when they arrived, all they could do was wait for another body to turn up.

"Reid, JJ, and Emily I want you to talk to the returned victims see if they remember anything of importance. Rossi, Morgan and I will hit the streets combing through the homeless population for anybody that may have known Rebecca Miller help narrow down a few things. Meet back here in two hours," Hotch's deep voice rumbled as they broke up.

JJ's phone rang right as Morgan paused at the door, he knew that ring tone, it was Aerosmiths Dude (Looks like a lady) Penelope's favorite song. He barely heard the chipped greeting before JJ walked out the opposite door phone pressed close.

"Morgan you ready to go," Hotch called impatient to get this horrifying case over with.

"Yea," Morgan answered dismissively stocking forward. However his mind wasn't on the case any longer in stead it was back with the blonde he longed to go home to and protect, but knew that right was taken from his hands.

End note: short I know but I didn't want to give to much away just yet. I hope you like let me know…