thank-you all for reading.I am so sorry it has taken so long, its a mixture of injury (fell down the stairs dramatically) and college work. I hope to update more often now i am on top of things, I cant thankyou enough for the reviews and for reading! Becki xox

Stepping off the plane as a unit they came face to face with the unbearably hot, dry air, the kind that burns your lungs and irritates your eyes. The weather was fitting for the situation, it matched the uncomfortable case. The BAU walked across the airfield towards the selection of Nevada PD, who were waiting to collect them.

'Thank-you for coming out here, we didn't want to wait any longer, I'm Detective Carlson, these men are Sergeant Phillips and Sergeant Wilson'

Handshakes and other introductions aside they all herded into 3 jeeps and began the drive towards the station. Morgan and Garcia took one jeep alone, on Hotch's orders, Garcia was still unstable and she needed the room for her ''babies''. The others stayed with the detective and the sergeants and discussed the case.

Morgan drove carefully, he was aware that Penelope was still fragile.

'Baby?' Morgan didn't have anything in particular to talk about, he just wanted to hear her voice.

'Mmhmm' Penelope made a small conformation.

'We'll catch him' It was less for Penelope and more for himself. Those three words provided the comfort they both needed.

Garcia cleared her throat and breathed deeply, she began gathering herself, she brushed her hair through with then ends of her fingers and fixed her make up.

'Of course we will hot stuff' She smiled slightly, Penelope realised that she was needed, not just by the poor girls but by her team and she would put up a fight before the SOB took away her light.

At the station the team set up multiple boards around the room. On one were the faces of the victims, the second had a map, on the map were colourful pins and pen marks, drawn on by Reid to start the geographical profile. Another board held a spider diagram labelled; UNSUB, surrounding the word were the factors they had deducted such as; Caucasian, Mid 30's etc. The final board held lists of paper on which were the groups, hobbies, schools/workplaces and social networking sites of the girls. On that board one thing was circled, each girl enjoyed dancing, not professional or training but each one visited dance clubs on their days off. It wasn't a huge lead but it was all they had.

While the rest of the team was breaking down the profile ad trying to find new factors that would help them to identify him, Penelope was calling the other state's PDs to gain their information;

'Thank-you sir, that is most helpful, I will fax over our profile and I shall wait for your leads to come through'

Hanging up she sighed, crossing Idaho off of her list. Each department had sent over a list of suspects, leads, evidence and ortopsy results. Taking off her glasses she rubbed her temples, the mixture of the heat and the case created a horrible migraine, sighing softly she returned her glasses to her face ad gathered up her results.

'Hotch?'

'What have you got Garcia?'

'The other five states have sent over their information' Penelope handed over the pile of papers and began to turn around to return to her temporary office.

'Great work Garcia' Hotch held her wrist and turned her round to smile at her. He knew that at that moment she needed to hear that more than ever.

The team had worked tirelessly all day and still only had one lead.

'Time to get some rest guys' Hotch smiled slightly as they all headed to their rooms.

Morgan and Garcia walked together, teir rooms were interconnecting but everyone knew that Garcia would be with Morgan all night. They strolled in uncomfortable silence, both aching with the pain of the day, Morgan's arm was wrapped around Penelope's waist and Penelope was clutching to his hand for dear life, it was unnoticeable but for Penelope it was the support she needed.

'234, this is us mama' Morgan didn't even bother with checking Garcia's room they both knew they would share one tonight.

The electric key clicked and the door buzzed lightly, Morgan pushed it open without letting go of Penelope. He turned around to shut it behind them and suddenly felt a shock of cold air hit him, Penelope has left his side, he instantly turned around and what he saw broke his heart; Penelope had dropped to the floor and was sobbing slowly.

'Baby, come here' Morgan swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, she was clutching his shirt as her sobs became more and more violent. 'Shh, breathe angel, breath'

Morgan continued to soothe her and rocked her backwards and forwards to calm her tears. After what seemed like hours Penelope lifted her head up ad looked him in the eye, her usually twinkling hazel eyes were glassy and emotionless, her face was pale and her lips were swollen from where she had bitten them. She seemed to look right through him, Morgan's heart felt like it was ripping in his chest, he knew that his angel was empathetic and was not able to deal with the harshness of most cases but he never imagined that it would break her.

'Morgan?' Penelope seemed timid and suddenly unsure of everything.

'Baby what is it?'

'Everything.'

'How do you mean sweetheart?'

'He took everything from these girls and their families.'

'What happened mumma?'

'A mother called me to thank me for finally looking into their daughters death, her voice was uneven and broken, it was like I could actually hear the hole in her heart.'

Silence encompassed the room, Morgan had no reply for this, he could see how much it was forcing Pen to suffer and he wished with all his heart he could take it away. He placed a soft kiss to her head and wrapped her tightly in his arms, this woman was the love of his life and he was going to mend her broken heart and then tell her that she was his one and only. That day would come when the sic SOB was in jail, before then he would be her best friend ad try to take away her hurt as much as he could.