"Ma'am," I sighed again into the phone, hoping the woman on the other line would stop talking for just a second. "Ma'am I understand your frustrations but this tip line was not set up for us to track down your ex-husband and force him to pay child support. Now, if you don't mind getting off the line so if someone with information regarding the case I'm working is trying to phone in I can take their call."

I knew that if anyone on the team, especially Aaron, had heard me talk to the woman as I did I would have been removed from the case, probably even suspended for a couple days.

The woman on the other line said a few strongly chosen words before hanging up on me.

"Got another one?" a young, eager officer asked since both of us had been fielding similar calls all day.

"Yeah," I said, stretching my arms back behind my head. "Some people just can't take accept we're not here to fix every problem though I swore I talked to that same woman yesterday."

It had been nearly a week since the last body was found, and my being taken out of the field, and there had not been another victim causing everyone in town to think the UNSUB had stopped killing. Those thoughts were put to rest this morning when someone called claiming to have seen one of our victim's cars at an empty ranch just outside town.

I won't lie in saying that I wasn't bitter about not being able to go with the team to check it out, considering it was our only lead and I was still dealing with people who wanted their child support. Hopefully they would find something though; I don't think any of us could take anymore dead ends.

"Looks like they're back," the officer said looking over me towards the front door, surely when I looked over my shoulder my team came in with several local police officers.

Not one of them looked happy as they trickled in. "Shit," I mumbled under my breath.

"What's going on?" I asked Emily, jumping away from my now silent phone. "I wasn't expecting you guys to be back so soon, did something happen out at the ranch?"

Aaron and the local sheriff continued on so they were far enough away from the group of officers who had just come back from the ranch, they were still however close enough for us to hear but I was more focused on what everyone else on the team had to say.

"You could say that," Rossi snapped throwing his bulletproof vest down on the desk I was using. "There was nothing there, I mean nothing. It looked like no one had been on the property in well over a year."

"Are you kidding me?" I spat.

"Now the sheriff is going to tell Hotch that they're closing the case," Reid said from behind me, I glanced back at Spencer who returned a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't do more to help find him," I heard Hotch say, extending his hand to the lead detective. "If anything new comes up please contact us."

From across the station Aaron and I locked eyes, he seemed to press his lips together in a hard line before I turned on my heels and stormed out of the building. As I jumped in the SUV I'd been using for the past couple of days and headed back to the hotel I clenched the wheel even tighter to keep my emotions in check.

/0/0/0/

Following me being taken off the case I switched hotel rooms and started sharing a room with Spencer, who somehow managed to be the only one in his room. The driving force behind me wanting to switch rooms was the fact I was terrified that if I woke screaming around Aaron I would most likely be sent for a psychiatric evaluation.

Now with the sheriff deciding to close the case I was fighting to keep my temper under control, which had been hard since the team had gotten back from the ranch but now that I was in the safety of the hotel I couldn't take it anymore.

"God damn it," I yelled throwing my heels into my suitcase.

"So that's the famous Davidson temper?"

Nearly jumping out of my skin I whipped around and came face to face with Derek, who was watching my actions closely, with a smirk on his face. Morgan was fiddling with a plastic room key in his hands, I had a strong suspicion he didn't get that key from Reid.

"Morgan." I clutched my chest, gasping for air. "What the hell?"

"Hotch wanted me to let you know that it's wheels up in two hours."

"Oh alright, I'm almost done." Since Morgan wasn't turning to leave I figured there had to be more to why he had gotten a key card. "And?"

Taking a seat on the corner of the desk which would have driven Reid nuts because of his stacks of papers Derek gave me his trademark grin. "Spill because I know there is a lot going swimming around in that pretty little head of yours."

"That obvious, huh?"

Apparently I wasn't fooling anyone, and why should I try to even lie to my family.

"Did you really think you could hide the fact you've been pissed off at Hotch from a group of FBI profilers?"

"Sorry." I flopped backwards on my bed, covering my face with my hands. "I shouldn't let this get to me the way I am, but I can't help that maybe I could have done something to catch this guy. As for being pissed at Hotch, I'm not. I'm more angry with myself."

I felt the mattress shift as Morgan took a seat and grabbed my hands so they were no longer covering my face. "Don't worry Sam, I'd be furious if I'd been taken off a case and know that now the UNSUB is in the wind but you have to understand there will always be that one that got away."

"Morgan." I sat up pushing the lose strands of hair that had fallen from my ponytail out of my face. "What would I ever do without you?"

Derek wrapped his tightly around my body, pulling me into his massive chest. "You are never going to have to worry about that, we're always going to be there for you."

/0/0/

The flight back from Texas, as well as the drive to Quantico, was fairly quiet. Everyone still fuming over the fact that this UNSUB now sat on our lists of 'ones that got away'. There was not a member of the FBI, maybe even every member of local law enforcement, that didn't have such a list.

As soon as we reached the BAU and the elevator's doors slid open everyone's somber mood was quickly replaced by the ever upbeat Penelope.

"Sam." Garcia came running up to me as I got off the elevator with the rest of the team. "Sam, you have someone waiting here to see you and after that I want to talk to you about him."

"What's going on?" Emily asked moving closer to Pen and I, the rest of the team just standing around in silence. "Who's here?"

"Sam has a friend of hers waiting for her in the conference room," Garcia responded before turning back to me. "Which brings me back to my original problem…where have you been hiding this guy for the past four months?"

"You've got a guy waiting for you?" JJ grinned, trying to look past Garcia to see if she could catch a glimpse of my visitor.

Through the glass doors to the bullpen I saw a familiar person pass the windows of the conference room.

"Excuse me guys," I said, quickly making my way through the bullpen and taking the steps up to the conference room a couple at a time.

"Mike!" I screeched, flinging my arms around one of my best friends. Completely forgetting I was still inside the BAU, I let my professional wall fall as I felt Mike lift me almost effortlessly off the ground.

I'm sorry...so, so sorry! I know this chapter took forever but it literally was driving me up a wall! Seriously I have re-written this chapter like five times LOL Not sure I'm still that happy with it but it is important to the future of Hotch and Sam!

So who else loves big brother Morgan...or just Morgan in any role that he plays? Should Derek have made that promise? Is it one he's going to be able to keep?

Oh, right...I forgot about Mike coming back into the picture O.o