At 7:30 that morning Morgan gets a call from Garcia.

"Please tell me you have good news for me, Baby Girl."

"I have good news but don't you dare call me 'Baby Girl,'" The analyst replies.

Morgan squeezes his eyes shut, hating the reprimand and disappointment he can hear in Garcia's voice. "I'm sorry, Garcia. I swear I will try to make things right with JJ and Emily."

"You'd better. Now, check your email. I have the unsubs name and 3 possible addresses for him. And Morgan?"

"Yes, Garcia?"

"I hope you know what you did was really shitty."

He sighs. "I know. I said I'd fix it. I will. I promise."

"Good. Garcia out," she says as she hangs up.

Morgan stares at the phone for a moment. He should have known Garcia was pissed. How was he going to fix this? There had to be a way. He turns to look at the team, which is gathered around the conference room table downing coffee as if there is no tomorrow.

"Okay, guys, Garcia found a match to the picture of the unsub. That match came with three addresses. Let's take a look at them."

He pulls up the three addresses and reads them out to those gathered around the table. Reid stands and marks each place on the map.

"Okay, Seavers, is there anything about these addresses that make them a long shot?"

Seavers stares at them. "Well, this one," he points to the first dot, "is an apartment complex. Could be where he lives but doubt that he would have the women there. No privacy."

"Okay, cross that one off the list," Morgan agrees.

"These other two are good possibilities. They are old family neighborhoods which probably mean a good distance between houses. That would give him the privacy he needs."

"According to the autopsy reports, the women had minor Vitamin D deficiencies. That could mean lack of sunlight so maybe a basement," Emily points out.

Morgan looks at her and nods. It is obvious the woman has gotten no sleep but she is still doing the job. His respect for her increases 10 fold. Seavers looks at Morgan.

"I'm not sure if they have basements or not," he admits.

Morgan pulls his phone and calls Garcia back.

"Technical analyst Garcia's office," she answers efficiently. The whole team winces, knowing she is rebuking them.

"Garcia, can your records tell you if the first and third address you sent me have basements?"

"Allow me to check, sir." They hear her tapping on the keyboard. "Sir, both addresses have basements."

"Garcia, has either address had any recent construction, say something that might soundproof it or create a cell of some sort?" Rossi asks.

After more typing, Garcia gives them good news. "The third house recently had a permit for a basement access installation. It looks like it was completed 6 weeks ago."

"Just before the kidnappings started," Reid points out.

Emily had been reading over the bio of the unsub that Garcia had sent. "This guy is ex-Navy. He didn't leave because he wanted to. Garcia, did you happen to 'accidently' access his military records?"

"I did, Agent Prentiss." Emily flinches, not daring to look at JJ. "He was discharged when his imagination started to interfere with his work."

"In other word, his delusions started coming to the surface," Emily concludes. "Are there like crimes at his last duty station?"

"Yes, there are. And, as you can guess, his last station was NAS Oceana," Garcia confirms.

"Great job, Ba—uh, Analyst Garcia," Morgan ends the call.

"So, we need to storm the third address, right?" Seavers asks.

"Right. But it's got to be a small team in. Too many people will spook him and the women will be killed." Morgan looks around the room. "Prentiss, Reid, Rossi, you'll take the basement access. Seavers, JJ and I will go in the front. Be ready to go in 10. JJ, a word please?"

He gestures out the door. JJ stands and follows him down the hall to an interrogation room. He closes the door behind them.

"I ordered Emily not to tell you and I know now that was wrong. It's not that we didn't trust you to do the job. I trust you with my life and I trust you with the lives of the women we are going to save. But I didn't want you to hesitate even slightly when speaking with the media so we held back that he could target you."

"Morgan, that's fine. But afterwards you could have told me. You didn't have to let it be sprung on me the way it was. And Emily sure as fuck shouldn't have treated me like a fucking princess that has to be protected from evil. I'm tired of people acting like I'm not a real FBI agent because I'm a liaison. Sick of it, Morgan." She raises her hand to stop his next statement. "I can't talk about this now. We have to save those two women. Let's just go."

She turns and walks out of the room. Morgan shakes his head, frustrated that he can't seem to reach JJ. And scared that he has destroyed the young marriage of two of his best friends.