Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. I don't own much. Although I do now have more money in my wallet. Which is being saved instead of buying dinner.

Yeah…I need to go grocery shopping.

Gideon smiled. "I think we have to start recruiting in Connecticut. They train the girls very well here."

Marena laughed. "It's the nutmeg."

"Gideon. There are fifteen churches in Milford." Morgan's voice sounded slightly more strained than usual.

Gideon shrugged in his seat looking over at Hotch. "Yeah Morgan. What's the problem?"

"Two girls skipped school Thursday." Morgan sighed. "They never came back home and their cell's are going straight to voicemail."

Gideon froze for a moment. "The teams are split already. I want the numbers of the churches. I want to know if they have youth groups or choirs." He clicked off the phone and turned to Hotch. "Today's Saturday. The ME said the girls died somewhere between late Saturday night and early Sunday morning." He looked at the time on the dash and shook his head. "We're running out of time."

Gideon genuflected and walked up the aisle of the church facing the man before him. "Mr. Daniels?"

The man turned to face him giving him a kind smile and nod of acknowledgement. He was dressed in full uniform of a priest. "Actually it's Father Daniels. What can I do for you?"

"Above all he has a god-like complex." Parts of the profile floated in Gideon's head. God-like complex. Ironic.

Gideon looked around at the church listening to singing, but not seeing a soul. "That signing is beautiful, where is it coming from?"

Fr. Daniels smiled pointed to the small boom box near the alter next to cleaning supplies. "Some of my old choir music. Helps me move faster when I clean."

Gideon nodded. "You direct the choir?"

Fr. Daniels nodded. "I used to. We haven't had a real choir in a few years now. Sometimes we get those wonderful girls from Our Lady of Sorrows to sing during the holidays."

Gideon tilted his head. "Your youth group doesn't sing?"

Fr. Daniels sighed looking sad. "We're lucky we have enough children to keep a real youth group. Children split between churches either because of divorces or because of sports. We never really got full support after that incident."

"First incident?"

Fr. Daniels pointed to the newspaper next to Gideon on the pew. "Those bodies that were uncovered? They were all in the youth group at this church back in the day." He gave a sigh. "I knew them. Good people. Many left the church out of fear because of the disappearances the first time. I can only imagine what our attendance will be like now." He shook his head. "I'll still be here. I stood by the church the first time; I will stay here this time. The church has always been here, people need to realize we will always be here when they need us."

He kept active in church, making it look like his faith grew when all the disappearances occurred.

"You said you knew the people personally?"

The priest nodded again now polishing a candlestick in his hand. "Yes, we all grew up in the area. All in the youth group here." A soprano voice came out of the speakers singing elegantly. The priest pointed to the boom box. "In fact that's Anita Way. One of the girls that disappeared. I'm guessing her body will be found shortly. Voice like an angel." He gave a soft smile. "God has a plan for everyone. He calls some of his children early and others late."

He killed them because he saw them as a gift to god. The sooner they died; the sooner god could listen and enjoy them himself.
Gideon pressed a button on his cell phone clipped to his belt. "Father Daniels did you know any of the girls that died recently?"

The priest slowly wiped the candlestick looking at Gideon. "Only from the performances at the school. They were talented. Nothing like the boys and girls that were taken to heaven first." He was slowly backing up. "Is there something you actually need my son?"

Gideon laughed. "Sir, you could be my son."

The priest flung the candlestick at him and turned to run, bumping into Morgan who grabbed him by his upper arms cuffing him. "Where are they?"

Fr. Daniels howled. "You cannot do this! These girls are nothing. They do not have the talent of Anita Way." He fell to the floor sobbing out names. "Brian Jericho. Jacob Dallas. Jennifer Conair. Kelly St. Peter. Fabian Vulcan. Heather McCabe. They were true angels." He turned his tear stained face to the agents, all of whom now stood around him. "They wanted to be angels. They were chosen. God told me they were chosen. He wanted his children back. Their talents were being wasted here, on this plane."

Morgan and Hotch yanked the man up forcing him out the door into the outside light.

Emily turned to Gideon. "But where are the girls."

Gideon looked at Reid. "You know."

Reid's eyes scanned the church. He flew to the back running up the back stairs, closely followed by the others. Beneath a rusted organ, two girls were tied together. On was dressed in a rich purple robe, while the other held struggled in blue cloth wrapped light a straight jacket. J.J. and Emily quickly bent down untying them as the girl's gages were taken out. They cried holding on tightly to the two female agents.

The team stayed an extra week holding a short workshop for the Milford police. They were there when the other bodies were uncovered and watched at they were finally properly laid to rest. It was one of the first times in a while they could stay around and watch the aftermath of what they had helped solve.

Friday came along and Morgan, Reid, and J.J. drove to a football game in the next town. They would be leaving in the morning but had a few goodbyes to make. The game had just ended as they spotted Christine leaning by the fence with Marena and a boy they did not recognize. The boy saw the agents gave Marena a quick kiss saying something about starting the car. Luci was a short distance away giving a kiss to football player that seemed to tower over her. They exchanged a few words and a hug as he headed over with the rest of the team celebrating on the field.

Morgan smiled as she walked over. "Captain of the football team?"

Luci smiled. "Hey even a geek can be happy." She winked at Reid.

Christine opened her bag taking out small boxes. "We have some presents for you."

J.J. smiled. "Oh you don't have to. We wanted to thank you for helping us."

Marena handed out the boxes. "And we wanted to thank you for including us and not overlooking us just because we're teenagers. We figured it would be appropriate to give you our kind of gifts."

Christine nodded. "There's a gift for everyone, Ms. Garcia too."

They girls gave each of the agents a hug.

Luci smiled. "We are symbols, and inhabit symbols."

"Emerson." Reid responded before he could stop himself.

J.J. smiled at him. "You know now I see what Morgan's been talking about."

Marena stepped back smiling at the agents. "If you're every around, just for pleasure, stop by."

Christine nodded smiling. "You know where to find us."

On the plane back to Quantico, the agents opened their small presents smiling. All had been given a little talisman on a key ring accompanied by a thank you note and quote.

Reid had gone around reading all the quotes and committed them to memory. He smiled. "They gave us profiler quotes. I have this one on my desk back at the office. 'Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact.' It's by Emerson."

Morgan gave a laugh. "'Common sense is not so common.'"

Reid nodded. "Voltaire."

The younger agents went back and forth talking about the quotes and the descriptions of the presents the girls had given them.

Hotch sat down across from Gideon trying to get a look into his box. "You're smiling."

Gideon turned from the window, holding up his key chain. From the tip, the Eye of Providence glinted in the early morning light. "For keeping watch over mankind and keeping them safe. Even from themselves."

Hotch smiled holding up his own key chain. On the loop, the Om symbol swung gently. "It seems they thought I needed to relax." He looked at one of the notes from his small box reading from it. "'What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult. Sigmund Freud.'

He looked back at Gideon. "You know, if they turn their minds to evil we'll be in a lot of trouble."

Gideon smiled looking back out the window at the clouds passing by thinking of the note the girls have given him.

'All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth comes only from the senses.'

-Friedrich Nietzsche

A/N:

Fully aware this while fan fic was short but I hope whoever read it enjoyed it.

Thanks to:

Mabelreid

And

Mystic01