They might have had the lead in regards if one of Penelope's brothers, but neither did they know whether Payton was the one she flew out to see, nor did anyone know whether he was still around the place his credit card had been used. This whole case – and as bad as it sounded, that's what it was it by now – was getting cold quicker than any of them could react.

The whole team worked overtime non-stop and rarely slept, figuring they might find their missing tech that way quicker. But nothing happened. They had been in Arizona now for an entire week, but still were as far as when they came here.

They were in constant contact with the techs back in Quantico, but none of them had anything that could qualify as a lead either. Basically they had nothing, apart from a few pictures and a few names. But both didn't get them anywhere as they soon had to realize.

If they found something or someone that might help them getting further, it soon ended in nowhere, leaving not only Morgan frustrated. He was used to being in control, to cases that one or the other kept moving forward. This constant hoping of coincidentally falling over some clues and the fact that he couldn't do anything, leaving him helpless was more than just frustrating.

Penelope's brother used his card several times since the team had gotten to Utah, but every time they got the call from the techs that it had been used again, they were too late when they got to the location.

"We think we found them," was the news all of them had hoped to hear every day from the moment they had gotten here, and they finally heard them two weeks after getting to Utah.

"Where?" Hotch asked, not wanting to put too much hope in whatever their techs had found. By now they had heard the same sentence twice before and both turned out to be incorrect.

"Arizona, small town, just a few miles behind the border and a few miles away from where you are right now. About 50 miles…."

"A few?" Rossi asked with a smile. "50 miles is 'a few' to you?"

"Well, okay, maybe a bit more than 'a few'. But that is neither here nor there. The only important thing is we found them. Probably. Pretty sure."

"How?" Hotch asked. The last two times he just blindly drove to wherever the techs told them to go. Now he had learned. If they say they found Penelope, he wanted to know how. If he had learned anything over the last few weeks, it was that Penelope is neither careless nor unskilled. She had managed to escape every possible trace and every possible way to locate her. Hotch might not know much about data and computers and tracing or hacking, but seeing the techs back at Quantico running around in circles and looking rather clueless gave him quite a good idea just how good his tech was. He was pretty certain that if she would have to trace herself, they would have found her in just half the time, if even that long.

"Breadcrumbs," Ashley, one of the many techs that seemed to work non-stop on this manhunt, answered.

"Excuse me?" Hotch asked, seeing all of his other team members, who listened in on the conversation through the speakerphone looking as confused at him as he was.

"Penelope is leaving us breadcrumbs. You know… like the fairy tale? Hansel and Gretel? With the evil witch and the kids leaving breadcrumbs to find their way back out of the forest…."

"Ashley, I'm fairly aware of the fairy tale. What does that have to do with Penelope?"

"She purchased a cell phone a few days ago. Nothing big or fancy. One of these throwaway kind of phones. She has made a call or two, or six to be more precise. We can't give you the exact address, but rather an … um… radius."

"A radius? How far are we talking about? And you are certain it is Penelope?"

"It's about a ten mile radius," Ashley answered. "And we are pretty certain that it is Penelope. She used the card of Lancelot Garcia. When… um… accessing the security system it is clearly her on the screen."

"Alright. Send me your info in regards of the area you expect her to be. We'll try to see what to do about it and how to find her," Hotch said and hung up.

"I guess it will be the good old-fashioned way. Knocking on doors, showing her picture as well as Lefèvre' and her brother's pictures around and see if anyone recognizes her or them. Maybe we get lucky," Hotch said and he hoped they found their tech soon. And that this whole mystery would come to an end and they all could go home.

Half an hour later, the two SUV's of the BAU pulled into the small town Alyson had sent them the data about and were starting their footwork, without any results. There were a few people that seemed to recognize one or two people in the photos, but couldn't give any further information or hadn't seen them recently.

That was until Morgan believed to recognize someone. Parker Garcia.