"Princess! Garcia! JJ! Let me in!" Morgan pounded his fist against the door.
Penelope creaked it open, looking around before letting Morgan through.
"What the hell, baby girl?" he asked, running a hand over his head. "What's going on?"
"JJ and Emily got a little freaked out over some prank phone calls." Garcia grabbed his arm, yanking him through the door. "I guess I'm a little on edge too."
Morgan looked at Emily and JJ. "Are you guys alright?"
Emily nodded. "I must be getting paranoid from being in this house so long." She joked.
JJ smiled, "Maybe we've just watched too many horror movies."
Garcia stared at Morgan, her eyes drilling holes through his. "What are you not telling us?" she glared.
Morgan raised his hands. "You guys are the crazy ones, not me."
"No," Garcia took a step forward, a finger jabbing his chest. "You're lying. You've got that guilty look in your eye."
"What are you doing here anyway, Morgan?" JJ asked.
Emily stood up too. "Yeah, what are you doing here?"
"Woah, woah, woah!" he looked at each of the women. "Can't a guy visit without the third degree?"
In unison, they all said, "No."
"Hotch gave me some time off, so I thought I'd see how Emily was doing."
"Then how'd you know I was here?" Garcia asked.
"And why would Hotch give you time off with two agents already out?" JJ glared.
"Okay, okay!" he paused. "I, uh…got fired?"
Garcia smacked him over the head with a throw pillow from the couch. "If you're going to lie," –SMACK- "at least" -SMACK- "-make it" –SMACK- "believable!" –SMACK-
"Ow! Stop!" He used his arms to guard his face. "Garcia, stop it!"
"Tell me"-SMACK- "the truth!" Garcia bellowed, smacking him again.
"Okay, okay! Just stop hitting me!" he rubbed his arm. "What the hell is in that pillow?"
Emily whispered, "Morgan, you've never lied to me before. Don't start now. Just tell me what's going on."
He sighed. "Alright, sit down." Glaring at Garcia, he added, "And don't over react when I tell you this."
"Don't tell me not to overreact! It makes me overreact! Why shouldn't I overreact, Derek?" Garcia panicked. "What's wrong?"
"Hotch received several threats from Will." He sighed. "But we've been keeping you on surveillance every second of every day. We've got you covered."
"Why is he coming after me?" JJ dropped her head into her hands. "I don't understand it."
Emily ran a hand through the blonde's hair, "It's okay, Jen. No one will let anything happen to you." She forced a smile.
"Uh, well actually… the thing is," Morgan massaged his neck with his hand. "The threats aren't towards you, JJ."
"Then who…" JJ tilted her head. Her eyes grew wide, "Oh Morgan, no. No, no, no. Don't tell me that." Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
Emily's forehead wrinkled. "What are you guys talking about?"
"He's coming after you, Princess." Morgan's voice was barely a whisper. "He doesn't want JJ. He wants you."
Confusion flashed across Garcia's face. "Why would he go after Emily?"
Morgan shook his head. "He knows they're together. He thinks that's why JJ left him."
"But how does he know?" JJ whispered in disbelief. "Has he been stalking us?"
"I don't know, JJ. But he sent dozens of photos of you two together." His voice fell. "All of them had Emily's face X-ed out."
Emily rubbed JJ's back reassuringly. "He's probably just trying to scare us. To scare me." She forced a smile. "It's probably just a bluff. There's no reason to freak out yet."
Garcia nodded. "Yeah, you're right." Her tone wasn't convincing, though.
Morgan attempted to smile. "Let's just focus on something else, okay? What movie were you going to watch?"
JJ brightened a little, her body folded into Emily's lap. "Bridesmaids."
"Oh great, a chick-flick. No one paint my nails when I pass out from boredom." He winked at Garcia. "And no one take advantage of me, either."
"After that crap you pulled when you got here, you'd better drop to your knees if I say so." Garcia smacked him with the pillow again.
"Hotch." His tone was tired, his body tense.
"It's Morgan. Any update?"
Hotchner sighed. "No, nothing yet. Another body turned up, though."
"Same note?"
"No. This one said 'Practice makes perfect. I don't want to disappoint.'"
Morgan groaned. "Was it another Jane Doe?"
"No. Her name was Emma Procter. She was 22 and abducted from her home in broad daylight. Her roommates were downstairs and no one heard a thing; he snuck in through an upstairs window."
Shaking his head, Morgan whispered. "He's testing himself. He's planning on taking Emily without anyone noticing. The name- was that a coincidence?"
"No, it doesn't appear to be. She was very similar physically to both Emily and the last victim." Hotch paused. "How are things there?"
Grimacing, Morgan said, "I had to tell them about the threats. They knew something was up, and you know how Garcia gets when she catches a trail. But I haven't told them about the homicides."
"I know you're doing your best. Try not to let them find out anything more than they need to know. Keep me posted, Morgan."
"I will. Find this guy, Hotch."
Hotch nodded, hanging up the phone.
Morgan went back inside, interrupting the movie as he sat back down. "No news yet, guys. Sorry."
The women looked at each other, knowing that they were in this together. Emily and JJ each sat grasping their guns; Garcia was perched on the arm of Morgan's chair. Whatever happened, they were ready.
A/N: I know this was a short one; I apologize. But I promise the next few chpaters will have you at the edge of your seats. Stay tuned ;)