A/n here's the next chapter faithful readers. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the cat and the original human characters.

"Agent Prentiss…" A very short red haired police woman called out to Emily. "I've got someone on the phone that wants to talk to the beautiful, dark haired, agent that stood up during the press conference. I think it's our guy.

"It's show time." Emily said cheerily.

"This isn't a game Emily." JJ hissed as she motioned the guys over to her desk, while picking up the same line as Emily.

"This is Agent Prentiss. To whom am I speaking?"

A very high and feminine sounding male voice came over the line. "Agent Prentiss… I am the Archangel Michael. I saw you standing with the agents of Satan on the television. The blond whore claimed that your agents were closing in on me, and that it's only a matter of time before you catch me."

"You sent the letter to us. You must want to talk with us, or you would have remained hiding behind the Bible."

"I don't hide behind anyone or anything. I am the strong right arm of God!"

"Strong men don't go around killing innocent women and blaming it on God." Emily was maintaining an even tone, but the un-sub was getting more agitated with every response. His breath was starting to come in heavy gasps.

"You presume to lecture me about God! You are as godless as the heathen that you work with. Those women weren't innocent. They were all sinners, just like you!"

He was shouting and Emily was holding the phone away from her ear. The guys were all crowded around her, and the entire precinct had gone silent.

"Sir… I don't know what happened to you to make you hate women so much. I would like to talk to you and hear your side of the story."

"I don't have to explain myself to the FBI or the paid whores that work for them. You have no authority over me. The laws of man must give way to the laws of God and -"

"This is getting very tedious." Emily drawled in a very bored voice. "Why don't you tell me about the sister that abused you?"

Only the man's ragged breathing was heard by the group. It echoed out of the speaker phone like a noxious fog. Emily waited patiently for the man to continue. Hotch snapped a look at her before putting his eyes back on the phone as though they were drawn there by an invisible string.

"You don't know anything about me… bitches. You will pay for your assumptions and your haughtiness in taking the job a more competent man -"

"Sir… you're boring me again. I don't need a lecture on staying home barefoot and pregnant. If we can't have productive conversation then -"

The man shouted her down, his voice ringing through the precinct like the snap of a bull whip. "Don't you speak to me like that you fucking whore. I'll gut you, and rip your still beating heart out of your chest. You won't stop me. You can't stop the will of God!"

Hotch punched the phone and snapped the conversation off in the middle of the man's tirade. He looked over at Emily again and she tried to smile, but her face was white.

"Prentiss… Why don't you go sit -?"

"No… We got this guy didn't we," She turned to JJ who was red faced with anger at the way this man had spoken to her friend.

"Yes… we got him. I just got the name and address from Garcia but -"

"I'm fine you guys… Let's go get this son of a bitch." Emily turned on her heel and strode out of the bull pen.

--

The man that ran the animal shelter was not amused at getting up at three in the morning to open up for Reid to get his cat. Reid had had to pull rank as it were, with his FBI credentials to get the job done. He told the man that Leia was a witness in a crime and he needed her to identify a suspect. The manager basically told him that cats couldn't be witnesses to a crime. Reid didn't argue with the man except to use the "it's a matter of national security" line. The man backed off, but grudgingly. He seemed to think it was terribly funny when Leia refused to get into the cat kennel again. Reid had to coax, and beg, and bribe with many treats to get her in the carrier. She tried to resist again when he picked her up, but Reid was eventually able to get her in the kennel. He was dripping with sweat and the shelter manger was laughing fit to kill by the time Reid the door on the carrier.

"She's a feisty one, ain't she?" The short, blond haired man said. He looked like he belonged on a ranch instead of in an animal shelter and he sounded like it too, with a heavy Texas drawl.

"Yes…" Reid said evenly. Well… it wasn't her fault. The poor animal had been through a lot in the last forty-eight hours. "Thank you Mr. Granger. I appreciate you getting out of bed for this."

The man couldn't stay mad when this young man seemed to adore his cat and he obviously needed her for something. He doubted that it was to use the cat as a witness as the young man claimed. Young people did strange things these days.

Reid took the sulking cat to his car. He put her in the back seat and she ignored his attempts to make nice. She growled at him once, and then was very silent till he started the car, then she began to hiss and growl again.

Reid had just turned out of the parking lot at the animal shelter when Garcia called him. "Hey baby boy… I got some hot information for you."

"Let me have it," Reid answered while maneuvering into traffic.

"Hotch called me just a minute ago. They have the address for the un-sub in Portland and they're going after him. Apparently he called and wanted to talk to Emily."

Reid felt a smile cross his face at the thought of the man tangling with the profiler. "Yeah… I'll bet that wasn't a very smart move for him."

"No… but Hotch sort of indicated that the man said some pretty horrible things to Emily. I'm going to take her out and get drunk when they get back." Garcia declared.

"I'll join you… I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

"Reid… why is there so much noise in your car. Its sounds like a bad opera."

"That's Leia… she's pissed at me."

"Oh well… I'm sure she'll forgive you."

Reid turned onto another street. He saw that the back up he had requested was coming up in the back. The agents had good timing. They all kept there lights and sirens off. The DC police and SWAT would meet them at Sleeping Pines.

"Garcia… I know you didn't call to chat just before we kick in the doors at the nursing home. Tell me what you found."

"It's big news baby boy. I think you're going to love it!"

--

Dr. Stevens pushed and pulled Esther Warburton back into the small room where Sondra lay dazed. Esther almost fell when he shoved her back at the gurney she'd been tied to.

"I don't know how you got out of those restraints. You must be Houdini. With your case of arthritis it must have hurt like a son of a bitch."

"Like you would care young man," She shot back.

He waved the gun at her. "I would shut up if I were you. You're only alive because I need you as leverage for the good Dr. Reid."

"He won't give in to you because of me. He knows I would rather die." Esther said holding her head high in spite of the pain in her knees and fingers. "I've lived a full life. Dying doesn't scare me son… I'll see my friends again. I'll see Stella again.

The doctor's eyes narrowed at the mention of Stella name, but he didn't say anything about the other woman. Instead he motioned for her to get back on the gurney. Esther did as she was told, but he didn't strap her in again. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. The trick Spencer had once taught her wouldn't work again.

"Now…" He went over to Sondra, and made sure she was awake and breathing by slapping her hard across the face.

"Leave her be…" Esther demanded. "Don't think I won't hurt you because you're a decrepit old bitch." He taunted her. His eyes were wild in the half light of the room.

"I believe you're quite insane and that Dr. Reid will put you where you can't hurt anyone else. "

The doctor began to laugh. "You say that as though it is a threat. I want the young doctor to find us. You're going to be my ticket out of here.

The door opened again and Wendell came in with another gurney. Tommy was strapped to it and he appeared to be unconscious.

"Well… it would appear that we're all here except for our guest agent. He's very late. I guess we'll just have to wait!"