When they entered the conference room, the tension and stress was boiling in each of the team members. Spencer was frantically developing Lynch's profile on a new suspect board as Rossi, JJ and Seaver analyzed the pieces of evidence. Hotch stood at the furthest corner of the room, observing everyone while silently developing his own profile of the suspect for the most effective form of interrogation to resume.

Hotch was torn from his thoughts when clicking purple heels entered the room. He took in the exhaustion and worry that surrounded the couple before him. No longer was his technical analyst the carefree vibrant woman who was trusting and outgoing. This stalker had stolen her freedom, which angered him speechless.

Derek had become sharper that ever. Hotch noticed as he chased every lead like a hungry wolf. He was concerned for his agent's objectivity, but rationalized that none of his team would be able to keep a clear head from this.

"What do we got?" Derek asked, leading Penelope to her chair and sitting beside her.

"Damon called us this morning and indicated that his connection in the tech circuit had found that about a dozen photos had been relayed to one of Lynch's main bases," Reid notified.

"Kevin has several bases that can be accessed by the public," Penelope informed. "Is it possible that Damon's source may be wrong?"

"We had our follow up analysts check it out. The base that we had identified used the password EPOLENEP to keep it locked. It seems that Lynch spelled your name backwards in order to throw us off," Rossi stated.

Penelope felt herself heart sink. She didn't want to think the worst of her former boyfriend. From what she could tell, they had ended things on a rather positive note. Neither were happy in their relationship. Each had their own complaints and desired better things. Had he planned this the whole time? she asked herself.

JJ stood behind her best friend and began running soothing circles upon her. Penelope surprised her by relaxing into her touch as she closed her eyes and counted to ten silently in order to regain focus.

"What is our next move?" Derek asked.

"Today is Kevin's day off," Hotch informed. "I want Derek and Dave to bring him in for questioning."

Penelope's eyes shot open in shock. "Boss Man, you know that I respect your decisions, but do you think Derek is the best person to bring him in for questioning?"

Derek removed his hand from hers and gave her an offended glare which was founded upon hurt and disbelief. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

Trying to rephrase her word and beliefs, she answered, "Derek, we need him able to answer questions without being scared out of his mind. You were a very big issue between Kevin and I. We fought all the time about yours and my relationship. I don't think he will be cooperative if you bring him in."

Penelope tried to grab his hand, but he wouldn't touch her. She tried to not let his distancing himself both her, but she had wounded his pride. She knew he would need to sulk for a while.

"She's right," Hotch said. "Derek, everyone on this team knows your distaste for Lynch. I think that having Rossi and I bring him in will be a neutral yet authoritative strategy. Good thinking, Garcia."

"Thanks Boss Man," she said sadly. She didn't feel like a critical thinking, but rather, a critical loser. After all he had done for her, she had wounded Derek's pride. She needed to think of the best way to heal that pride.

"However," Hotch returned to speaking, "we will have Derek interrogate him with me. He is going to need Good Cop, Bad Cop. Maybe Derek's anger can be our best weapon."

Derek chuckled sarcastically as he stood to remove his tension. He knew that he shouldn't be angry at Penelope for her objection. She was attempting to be viewing her case objectively. However, his bruised pride spoke for him as he distanced himself from her.

"When are you bringing him in?" she asked.

"Now," Rossi said grabbing his keys to the suburban. "Garcia, can you look at Lynch's routing locations to spot any chances of photo sources? We need as much information as possible."

"Yes, Sir," she said standing and leaving the room. She needed to get out of the never ending pictures that surrounded the walls.

JJ and Seaver shot Derek angry glares after the tech analyst left the room. "Nice," JJ snapped standing to move by Spencer.

"We don't have time for this," Hotch interrupted stalling the fight that was about to erupt within his team. "Continue analyzing the photographs. We need to get some more background to use against him."

Penelope opened the door to her lair and slammed it closed in a fury. She wasn't angry at Derek, but angry at herself for doing this to him and her team, her family. This was supposed to be her case and her problem. However, it had spun out of control and she didn't believe there was an end in sight.

As she walked, her frustrations began to consume her. This case had stolen her sense of safety and trust. Kevin had done that to her. Penelope slammed her hand against the door in hurt and betrayal at the thought of this new truth.

She began pacing the room to try and gather her thoughts. She couldn't get the images of her intrusive and violating photographs out of her head. Did Kevin enjoy hurting her like this? Did seeing her in fear of him get him off? That thought alone caused a rush of bile to rise up her throat.

As she emptied the contents of her stomach into the waste basket, Penelope allowed her haunted tears to fall from her eyes. She felt her life and control slipping from her grasp, which sent her mind into a panic. Her heart stopped, however, as her eyes fell upon a new envelope resting on her desk. Moving over cautiously, she picked it up with shaking hands. She took her mail opener and tore it open, unsure of what she would find within it.

Pouring the contents onto her table, she found a photo of her dressing from that morning. She had been staring toward the bathroom door, contemplating joining Derek in his shower. She had been observing the drastic changes in the apartment from just a week ago. Attached to the polaroid was a post it with a ten digit number upon it. Penelope's heart was racing like a frightened rabbit. She was speechless at this new discovery.

Derek looked at the photographs intently, wanting nothing more that to find answer to nail Kevin for this offense. He posture was tense and rigid. Nothing, not even the touch of his Goddess, would cure him of this resolve.

Spencer and JJ were analyzing the letter while Seaver went for a coffee run. None had slept properly since the news of Penelope's stalker came to light. They all hoped that Kevin would confess rather quickly. It would be a relief to see their Penelope truly smile again without hesitation.

Derek's gaze froze as he studied one of the photographs. Penelope had been unhooking her polka dot bra. She had been biting her lower lip in strain her body reached to relieve her breasts from their confines. He couldn't help but be hypnotized by her beauty. However, what stopped his gaze had not been his Goddess, but the figure photographed in the mirror.

It was only a faint image, but Derek knew it was the UNSUB. "Guys," he yelled which resembled an attention alerting bark. The team surrounded him as he tore the photograph from their organization sets. "Look at this."

He placed the photograph upon their project and indicated the figure within the mirror. "Oh my God," JJ said, covering her mouth from shock.

Derek took out his phone as he took the photo and headed toward the elevator. "Michelle," he said sharply.

"What can I do for you, Special Agent Penelope's!" Michelle answered with a smile.

"I need a facial recognition that we need enhanced immediately," he said moving into the elevator shaft.

"Certainly," she said getting the necessary paperwork prepared for filing. "Is this about Garcia?"

"I think that we can nail this guy," Derek answered.

"Come down here immediately," Michelle ordered shutting off their communication to prepare their facial recognition software. She wanted nothing more than to trap the son of a bitch who haunted her friend and confidant.

Dave and Aaron were sitting outside Kevin's apartment, waiting for him to return home. Both men were ready to pounce, but knew they needed to represent control and unquestioned authority.

However, Dave possessed his own questions at Kevin's sudden slip up. He was an analyst that often challenged Penelope's hacking abilities. Though he will never been as good of a hacker as she, Kevin possessed his own tricks and skill sets.

Looking toward his professional co-worker and friend, he could tell that Aaron's mind was troubled and concerned. "What is on your mind, Aaron?"

"This seems too easy," Aaron answered. "Why would Lynch suddenly slip up?"

"I have been wondering the same thing," Rossi said in reply. "He is an excellent hacker who wants nothing more than to be transfered. Why would he hunt Penelope now?"

"Unresolved anger and resentment, discontent and envy," Hotch proposed as possibilities. "There is no right answer with this case, Dave. Maybe he doesn't even know why he is tracking her."

Dave saw Kevin turning the corner of his block. It was a relatively long stretch of street before he would reach the corner where his apartment resided. Rossi moved his hand toward his seat belt and gun. "Let's go find out."

Penelope moved toward the door knob of her lair and locked it. Taking a seat toward her computer monitors, she prepared her computer's tracking systems and dialed the ten digit number into her phone. As the phone began ringing on her speaker, her heart raced with fear.

At the fourth ring, it stopped and she heard heavy breathing from a synthesizer. "Fair Penelope," the voice spoke. "I see you received my package. Pleased?"

Her voice was shaken as she asked, "What do you want?"

"It's so simple," the voice replied. "I want you."

"How can we do this so this doesn't hurt anyone?" Penelope asked.

"It's too late for that," the voice said firmly.

Penelope felt her tears leave her eyes in regret. "What have you done?" she pleaded.

"It's all for you, my fair maiden," the voice said.

With shaky hands, Penelope typed furiously to not only track the phone number, but take down each of his vile words. "Kevin, this needs to stop. Please stop this," she begged.

Silence greeted her and she was left her her own heart beat. It felt like hours that she was lost to her own heart beat. Slowly, a dark chuckle came over the line and Penelope's fears heighten. "Oh fair Penelope, how wrong such a Goddess can be." The line stopped cold and the tracking monitor began the shift with images.

"No," she cried out, typing furiously to halt the virus. "No, no, no," she plead as she speedily typed to regain her access code to the tracking file. However the monitor shut down as she realized the phone number ignited a virus through her tracking systems which would quickly spread to her recent programs. This monster was sending her into a tail spin of devastation. What stilled her heart more was the fact that this monster was not Kevin Lynch.

As Hotch and Rossi started making their way toward Kevin's door to meet him at his apartment entrance, they heard the shuffling of trash bags which caused their attention to move. "He's running," Hotch said picking up his pace toward an alley way.

However as the men turned the corner, they stopped in shock at what they found. "We need an ambulance," Rossi said moving to call for back up.

Kevin laid in a crumble in the trash ridden alley way, his body in a pool of his own blood with his throat slit. Aaron moved to check his pulse and looked at Dave with angry eyes. "Dave," he yelled in alert.

Rossi looked back at the agent, interrupting his call for medical assistance.

"He's dead," Hotch said looking down at their dead lead. "Stay with him," Hotch ordered as he began running down the alley way in search for their UNSUB.

What neither man noticed was the figure standing upon the rooftop throwing a disposable cell phone into the dumpster observing the entire scene play out.