"I don't see why Elle couldn't come." Morgan muttered as he searched along the streets for their destination. "It would have made finding this place a lot easier."

"I get the feeling she doesn't like me." Emily said, she glanced at their map, trying to decide where this particular street lay on it. "When I suggested this trip to her, she looked at me like I asked her to give me a kidney."

"I don't think it's you, specifically, Prentiss. I think you're just a reminder to her." He pointed out.

Morgan steered the car for its third trip down one alley. Emily looked confused. "She didn't even know me, what could I remind her of?"

"Of what she wanted." He explained. "She was dying to join this team and it ruined her life. She sees how well you adjusted to it, in the same position she held, and she can't figure out why you took to it so much better."

Emily thought for a moment, unsure how to explain that. "It's kind of ironic. She wanted the position and couldn't take the pressure… I never wanted to be apart of this and now there's nothing else I want to do."

"If you didn't want to work for the BAU, why did you join?" Morgan asked.

With an uncomfortable shift, Emily avoided looking at Morgan. Fortunately, he couldn't look at her for long considering he had to keep his eyes on the road. She waited a moment, hoping he would give up when she didn't respond.

"Prentiss? You awake?" He asked.

"It's… complicated," She explained. "Why did you want to join?"

"Uh-uh, we're not talking about me. Spill it, Princess." Morgan cried. For a split second, he was immobile, remembering what Garcia had said. There had to be another girl he currently knew that he called Princess. He had called many girls Princess… then again, that didn't help his case, considering his intention with those women had involved getting them into bed.

Emily hated to admit this. "Strauss."

One word; that was enough. All of Morgan's silent dilemmas disappeared when he heard that. "Is that fact?"

"It was a long time ago. She wanted me to spy on Hotch and the team. At first I agreed-"

"You don't have to explain, Prentiss." His voice was monotone. Emily wished it was just her imagination, but she knew his attitude had become slightly cold.

"Listen to me. After I joined, I got to know all of you and I cared for you, so I refused to help her. It's why I almost quit, remember? When Gideon left and Hotch almost trans-"

"Yeah, I remember." Morgan snapped and pulled up to the curb. "I think that's the store over there."

But Emily wasn't done. "Why are you upset about this?"

"I'm not upset," He said quickly as he climbed out of the car.

Emily followed suit, slamming the door. "Yes, you are. You're bothered by this and I don't know why. Tell me, what is your problem?"

Morgan looked at her over the roof of the car. Her eyes shined at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He could say it was because he cared about this team or that it bothered him that Strauss believes the people on said team are expendable and replaceable. Both points were true, but it wasn't his reason. Just this morning he'd been thinking how someone like him could never get close to a girl like her without this job. Now the truth was evident; she shouldn't even be here at all.

Why should that bother him, he wondered. She was here now. She wasn't working for Strauss now. The only reason it would worry anyone would be if they believed some outside force had brought them together. God or Fate or some power of the Universe, not some middle-aged woman with a political agenda. And that would only be a problem for anyone were they romantically interested in someone. Morgan did not have feelings for Emily. She was his co-worker and friend, but it did not stretch beyond that point. No matter how well they got along… or much fun they had… or how he could barely stand when he watched the way her hips swayed while she walked…

"Morgan?" she asked.

"I just wish you had told me. We're supposed to be friends." He said.

"I didn't think it mattered." She said with a shrug. "After all this time… I didn't think you guys would care. I'm here now and as far as I can help it, I'm not leaving. For anything."

The last words twisted Morgan's stomach for a few seconds until he reminded himself he didn't want her to leave.

Slowly he went to the other side of the car. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "It's just been a long day and… we've wasted almost half our weekend. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I've noticed you get cranky when you don't get much sleep." Emily smiled. "I guess I should have said something a long time ago. And I know it wasn't right of me to try and act as a spy or… whatever. But, now when I think about it, if I hadn't… I wouldn't have you." Morgan could feel his heart pounding in his chest for the millisecond of silence before she said, "All of you. JJ and Reid and Garcia… you mean more to me than anything."

Morgan smiled. "Come on, let's get this over with so you buy me lunch."

Emily let out a giggle and followed him across the street to the market.

…

The body was finally wheeled out of the room. The sheets, covered in blood, remained on the bed. Nothing else in the room had been disturbed yet. Forensics was busy inside, investigating the crime scene. Dr. Roberts stood with Dr. Edmund outside the room peering inside. Several nurses stood with the group of orderlies watching and listening.

"He should have been on a suicide watch." Dr. Edmund barked.

"He wasn't suicidal." Dr. Roberts pointed out. "Amanda… Adam… was a lot of things, but suicidal was not one of them. He's been here for over two years, I've seen him twice a week, sometimes three times, and I've never suspected he'd kill himself."

Dr. Edmund looked back at cluster of personnel, directly at the senior nurses. "I want the log of everything he did yesterday. Have security go over the tapes and find out everyone who went in and out of his room last night." He looked back to his colleague, "Maybe you can prove this wasn't because of your incompetence."

"Excuse me," a young male CSU tech said, poking his head out the door. "Did anyone bother anything in here?"

Before Edmund could bash her skills and competence further, Roberts spoke up. "No, only the coroner and EMTs since we found the body. Why?"

"We've looked through the sheets. There excessive amount of blood, but… no weapon. Anywhere in the room."

"What does that mean? You think someone stole it?" Edmund asked.

"No," he explained. "An absent weapon usually suggests murder."

"How do you know that?" He snapped.

"It's simple," Roberts explained. "Adam wouldn't be able to hide the weapon if he killed himself. Someone had to do this to him and that someone took the weapon."

…

The inside of the convenience store was just like the outside. Dingy and rundown. The shelves were stacked with both junk food and immediate necessities. There was little activity in here. A mother stood in isle while, trying to keep her three toddlers under control. Two teenagers were messing with items in the frozen foods. There was a line of four or five people at the checkout. Morgan gave Emily a pat and moved over to stand in line. Emily stood back, pretending to examine the arrangement of Hostess snack cakes, keeping an eye on him.

"Next," the frazzled girl behind the counter said. She gave Morgan a smile as he leaned on the counter. "What can I get for you?"

Morgan flashed one of his famous smiles, wondering if Emily were watching. "I was actually wondering if you could tell me where Larissa is? She does work here right?"

"Oh, you're one of them." She leaned with him on the counter, allowing herself to whisper. Emily had to strain to hear the conversation. "Larissa's not working right now. I don't usually do that, but for you, I could make an exception."

Her hand brushed on Morgan's in a flirtatious way. Emily spoke up before he could say anything. "What is that she does?" she asked.

Surprised, the girl stood up and looked at Emily. "What are you, a cop?"

Emily immediately whipped out her badge, Morgan pulling his out at the same time. The cashier looked panic and backed away is if to run.

"It's okay," Morgan said. "You're not in trouble, we're here about Larissa Henshstein."

The cashier was still panicked, glancing around as if someone where nearby who could help her. "The cops already questioned me, I don't know anything. Larissa and I weren't even good friends."

"We just need a little information on her. What was Larissa involved in? When I asked about her, what did you think I was here for?" Morgan asked.

She lowered her voice again, and reluctantly replied. "Look, Larissa was an okay kid. She had straight As, she was vice president of student council. I mean, she was really going to make something of herself… if she could get there."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

The last place this girl wanted to be right now was answering questions about a murder. Beads of sweat started to form on her brow. "Look, Larissa did not come from the best of families. Her mom left when she was five-years-old. Her dad's a drunk and her stepmom is a first class bitch. There was no way they were going to pay for her college even if they had the money."

Emily and Morgan took a glance at each other during her hesitation. "She wasn't a slut, or anything. She just needed the money for college. She was heading to Georgetown."

Hopeful she was wrong, "Are you saying… Larissa was prostituting herself?"

"That makes it sound so wrong. She was going to college. Girls strip and do all kinds of things to pay for college, what makes what she was doing so wrong?"

"We're not here to judge." Emily explained. "We're just trying to help her. What's your name?"

Unwillingly, "Shakira Fallon."

"Shakira, okay, what exactly went on with Larissa and whatever business she was conducting?"

Shakira Fallon leaned closer to them, trying to exclude any eavesdroppers from the conversation. "Like I said, we weren't really friends. We didn't work together too often. Maybe once or twice a month. And she was just doing it for college. Word got around school and the neighborhood. Sometimes guys came in, she'd take them into the storage room in the back for twenty minutes and they'd leave. It's not something I would want to do to make extra money, but I do have to admit, she made a killing… you know, before it killed her."

"The storage room." Morgan took a glance at Emily. Larissa had been found in the storage room. "Do you know who she was working with the night she died?"

Shakira looked away. Her mouth twitched; a tell-tale sign she was keeping something from the agents.

"Shakira," Emily said softly. "Where you working that night?"

"Yeah," Her voice came out in a squeak. "We were working the grave yard shift. The guy must of a come in while I was brewing fresh coffee. I had my iPod on and honestly forgot she was here until an hour before our shift was over when my boss came in… he found her."

"Did you see what guy she was with?" Morgan asked.

With a shrug, "Again, I didn't know she was back there. It was a slow night, and usually the guy comes out with her. I had my music on, he probably slipped out while my back was turned."

"Can you remember the costumers from that night? I realize it was a long time ago-"

"I don't know… I remember some… but none of them could have done this to her. My brother and his friend showed up right after the shift started… Anya and Lily, they're in my art class, they came in around midnight drunk and Lily puked in the freezer, took me an hour to clean, but Larissa was still running the register then… Nathan was here close to 1 and bought his usual Marlboros and Diet Dr. Pepper… I can't remember anyone else."

It didn't provide much help. Thinking of no other questions, Morgan gave his card to Shakira, informing her to call if she remembered anything else. Both she and Morgan thanked her and left, heading back to the car.

"Not much we can bring back." Emily explained. "Especially for a case we're not supposed to be working on."

"But, if Larissa was having sex for money, the unsub probably saw her as a prostitute, which connects her to the other murders minus Myra. Odds are Myra either was doing the same or used to."

Something about this did seem familiar to both of them, but neither could put their finger on it. Obviously this wasn't a former unsub because Reid would have remembered, and a copy cat seemed just as unlikely. And the fact it held such a familiarity to everyone was nothing short of disturbing.