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Emily squinted up at the townhouse, wincing as the sun glared off the glasses of the windows. They were standing outside the final victim's home and she was starting to see a recurring pattern here. "Whose home is this Aaron?" Hotch led the way to the doorstep, "According to Garcia, this was where Mary Mitchell, the fourth victim lived with her parents." Emily's eyebrows rose when she caught sight of a Bentley making its way into the garage. "Could money have been a motive here?"

Hotch rang the doorbell, shrugging. "I'm not sure, though it could be one of the ways this unsub is targeting the girls. Garcia's still completing the background checks, she'll be calling soon."

A Latino woman opened the door, a wary expression on her face. "Yes?" Hotch and Emily flashed their badges, "FBI, we're here to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell."

A weary voice sounded from within, "Let them in Martha." Martha opened the door wider, allowing the agents access into a richly furnished home. Hotch took in the expensive art lining the walls of the Mitchell home as the Mitchells stood upon seeing the agents.

Emily moved forward to shake Hannah Mitchell's hand, "We're very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Mitchell." The woman, whose red rimmed eyes and dark circles spoke of countless sleepless night, nodded stiffly. "Thank you. I understand that you have some questions for us?" Her voice, though trembled a little, showed poise and grace that made Emily sure this woman was born and trained to be the perfect trophy wife with quiet dignity.

Hotch took over as he gestured for the grieving parents to sit, "Yes, if you don't mind, we'd like you to tell us about your daughter. Her habits, who her friends were, her involvement in school; anything that can help us figure out why your daughter was targeted."

Terrence Mitchell cleared his throat, "Yes, ah well, Mary is- was the head cheerleader at Archbishop Carroll High School- she went to a private school. She was very popular, always heading out to some party or other with her friends. She's done all right in school, but she never was the straight As type. She had a boyfriend, hangs out with a few best friends but other than that," he shook his head, "I couldn't tell you why she was" His voice broke and he struggled to find the words.

Hotch gently interrupted the man, "Mr. Mitchell, I need the names of Mary's best friends and her boyfriend. Can you provide me with them?" Terrence nodded bewilderedly, "Ye-yes, I'll get them for you. Just hold on a second."

Emily turned her focus towards the silent woman next to her. "Mrs. Mitchell, can you tell me if Mary had been acting strange the last few days? Maybe did she say that someone was following her, threatening her or anything else?" Her mother thought for a moment before definitively shaking her head. "No, Mary's behavior was nothing out of the ordinary. There weren't any complaints about school friends or anyone, I'm sorry."

The dark haired agent nodded, "All right. Can you describe how Mary behaves? Either at home or at school? How did her friends interact with her?"

Hannah smiled a little, "Mary was outgoing, bubbly. I guess I'd attribute that to the fact that she was popular. She always loved being centre stage and she thrived when the spotlight was on her. She's athletic, and as you know, head cheerleader. She usually goes," she shuddered, "she went for practices on Wednesdays and Fridays." The woman's face suddenly crumbled, "She's not coming home to me is she? My baby girl's gone." Tears spilled through her blue eyes and she buried her face in her hands, the reality of losing her daughter finally catching up with her.

Terrence returned with the list and he sighed, moving closer to his wife. Rubbing her back, he turned to the agents. "Is there anything else? I think my wife has had enough."

Taking the list, Hotch nodded before handing Terrence his card, "That will be all, Mr. Mitchell. Please call me if there is anything important that you may have forgotten to mention." Emily touched Hannah's shoulders sympathetically, "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let us know." The woman smiled somberly, "I doubt you can bring my daughter back to me, Agent, but thank you. Martha will show you out."

Emily exhaled, annoyed. "Well that was helpful. There's nothing the parents told us about the girls that are useful. They're all outgoing and popular, but that's it."

Hotch shook his head and motioned for her to enter the car, "The parents aren't going to be much help. We need to talk to the friends. Emily, call JJ to see if she can get the schools to arrange an interview session with them. Call Morgan and Rossi and tell them to meet us back at the station. We'll need their help on the interviews."

She nodded, brown hair bobbing on her shoulders as she fished out her phone. The tight line on Hotch's mouth softened and he reached out to brush her hair back, "Any word on Leigh?"

Emily was startled, but pleasantly so. She smiled and kissed his cheek, "Aunt Grace called this morning to say that she's going under the knife this Friday. There was an earlier spot than Saturday and they took it." Her lover looked at her, understanding in his eyes. "I'd understand if you want to be there." She stroked his face, sighing as he leant into her touch. "I'll go after we wrap up this case. Don't worry Aaron, Leigh and Aunt Grace will understand."

He nodded and started the car as he squeezed her hand. "All right, let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Emily rubbed his hand with her slim fingers, "Believe me Aaron, you being here is more than enough. I love you." She grinned when his hand tightened around hers as his slightly abashed reply came through, "I love you too."

Emily threw her lover another smile as she dialed JJ's number, "Jayje, hey, Hotch wants you to contact the victims' schools to arrange a meeting with her friends, I'm sending you the list now. Ok, thanks."

Derek was in the middle of the interview with Miranda Simmons and Ted Clave -who went over to his girlfriend's house the minute he knew she was being questioned- when Derek's phone rang. The dark skinned man excused himself before answering, "Morgan."

"Hotch says you and Dave are to meet us back at the station; we're going to need some help interviewing the victims' friends. Where are you?" Emily questioned.

"I'm at Miranda Simmons's house, she's the one who found the latest body. I'm just wrapping up interviewing her and the boyfriend. Dave and I split a while ago, if he's not at the disposal site he's probably on his way back to the station. I'll catch up with you guys in 20 minutes."

Getting out of the car in the station parking lot, Emily nodded, "Ok, I'll let Hotch know, call me as soon as you're done." She turned towards Hotch, whose brow was raised in a question. "Derek's with the couple who found Mary's body, he'll be done in 20 minutes. Dave's not with him, probably on his way back." The unit chief nodded, "We should head back in, see what JJ and Reid have for us."

They entered to the office to see the youngest team member contemplating the map before him. "You know, I'm almost certain that our unsub is a student himself. I mean," he turned towards Hotch and Emily, "he's abducted these girls from places where students frequent, and the dump site is a popular place for high school couples to hang out."

Emily frowned, tilting her head to the side. "Couldn't he have already graduated? I mean, he'd still have been a student once to know that the places he chose were where students frequented."

Reid shrugged, "Yeah, he could be but think about it. The unsub took the latest girl from a party at school. I mean it is possible for outsiders to enter the school premises but students will probably take note of someone not within their age range. It'll draw attention to it, and it should have, if the unsub were an older male. But no one reported seeing Patricia Morton with anyone suspicious; I guess it's safe to say the unsub was most likely a student himself."

Hotch nodded, "It's still too early to rule out males who have graduated, but it may help narrow down our suspect pool. Have you talked to Garcia?"

"I hear someone calling out for the all-seeing oracle of the BAU, how may I be of assistance?" As if on cue, the laptop before Reid flared to life with the image of the technical analyst. "Garcia, did you find anything?"

The blonde shook her head, "Nada, except for Angeline Gothman and Carrie White, the others were squeaky clean. No juvie records, no complaints; nothing."

Emily shook her head, "Garcia, please tell me there's a 'but' in there." The bubbly blonde chuckled sultrily, twirling a strand of pink tipped hair around her sparkly pen, "Anything for you sweetcheeks. But, there is one similarity."

JJ joined them just then, motioning to Hotch that she'd talk to him after Garcia was done. Garcia continued, "So all girls were cheerleaders, right? Get this; during the night the girls were abducted, they were at some sporting event held by their schools with another school in the area."

Emily frowned, "Wait, all girls?"

Garcia nodded, popping a bright pink bubblegum, "Yup. But, that's not all. Thanks to the amazing powers of Penelope Garcia, I discovered that in all sporting events, the name of one school consistently showed up; Wilson High School, which, as it so happens, is within the area of every one of the high schools these girls went too. And Wilson High coincidentally, is the school your first victim, Selina Camden went to."

Hotch's mouth tightened, "So Reid's right, our unsub's a student. Thanks Garcia, we'll call back later when we get enough information to give you a specific profile." The blonde saluted cheekily, "For you sir, anything. PG out."

JJ cut in then, a frown marring her brow. "Hotch, I've cleared it with the schools, the authorities have rounded up the students from the list you gave me and they're ready for you guys to interview them." The unit chief nodded, "Thanks JJ. Reid, I need you and JJ to cover Selina Camden and Angelina Gothman's schools. Get as much information from those students as soon as possible." He turned to Emily, "Prentiss, you and I will head over to Carrie White and Mary Mitchell's schools. Call Morgan, I want him and Dave at Patricia Morton's school."

Reid hesitated just as he exited the room with JJ, "Hotch, you realize that we'll probably run into the unsub at Wilson High?" Hotch nodded, "Which is why I want you to interview the Wilson High football team. Garcia said that the girls were abducted during after parties for sporting events, specifically football. See if anyone fits the profile; he's going to be attractive, confident and popular. Those girls wouldn't have left with him if he were below their social radar."

The younger man nodded, "Got it."

Emily snapped her phone off and followed Hotch out, "Derek's got a hold of Dave, they're going to meet up and head over to Patricia's school right now." "We'd better get going then." She smiled a little when he sneaked her hand into his strong grip. "What time will you be picking Jack up?" He shrugged, "Jessica's picking him up later, just in case we need to stay in late. I'll go get him after we're done, do you want to stay the night?"

She grinned and sneaked in a kiss when she was sure they were in the car and no one was spying on them. "I'd love to; it'll be great to see Jack again." He smiled, "I'm sure he'll be happy to see you too. Want me to pick you up later, or will you just head over?" She shook her head, dark curls flying about her face, "I'll drive over, now let's just get this over with. I can't wait to spend some quality time with my two boys."