Thanks to MH96, sarahb2007, red2013, AllieDJ and Gues for reviewing. I apologize for the lack of Hotch and Prentiss in the last chapter; hopefully this little snippet here can make up for that. Read and review, they make my day. ;)

Hotch stood next to Sam as the boy signed the documents pending his release. He sighed and ran a hand over his tired face; the third day and still they had nothing. Patricia Morton was running short of time and God knows what the mayor would do if her daughter turned up dead. From what Reid told him, Keith Barnes was in no way capable of abducting and murdering those girls, but he definitely wasn't innocent. He had to know something about the murders.

Reid took over Keith's interrogation from Morgan and he sat before the teenage boy, "Keith, you said you didn't know Selina but you've been stalking her. Why did you lie to us?" Keith shrugged, his eyes strangely vacant as he stared at Reid, "Selina's pretty. Sam really liked her but she got tired of him."

The genius frowned and spread a few of Selina's pictures before him, "How long were you following Selina, Keith? After or before she broke up with Sam?" Keith leaned forward and admired a close up shot of Selina, smirking as she and her friends hung out at a café. "Before. Sam never let me talk with her, said she wasn't very nice."

"How was she not very nice, Keith?" Reid was intrigued, several of the girls were described as having a mean personality; maybe there was a connection there somewhere. The boy shrugged again and traced Selina's face, "I dunno, he said she'd yell and scream at people she didn't like, or didn't think they were good enough for her." "You're saying Selina thought she was better than a lot of people, Keith?"

The boy nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. But she's pretty; I liked taking pictures of her."

Reid just sighed and stood; they needed to work a new angle.

Hank grinned at Jude as he jogged to the field where everyone, save Sam, were already gathered and warming up. "Hey, ready?" Jude smiled and shook his head, "Not just yet, man. Coach wants to speak to Captain, something about the upcoming match this weekend." Hank nodded but as he opened his mouth to reply Jude, another player yelled out to them. "Hey guys! Get over here!"

The two shrugged and went over to where Allan, a red head stood with the other crowded around them. "Take a look; the mayor's daughter's been abducted!" The boys murmured and Jude turned towards Hank, who was sporting a mild frown. "Hank, wasn't this the girl you and Sam talked to that last match at the private school?" Hank tilted his head, looking expressionlessly at Patricia Morton's smiling picture. "I think so, yeah." Jude harrumphed, "Can't believe someone took her. Did you see anyone that night?"

Hank shrugged, "Don't think so man. The girl was wasted; she must've gone off with some other guy after we left." They fell silent as Allan played the clip of Yvette Morton's press conference. "…good, kind and innocent girl, who has done nothing wrong, and I can promise you this:…"

Jude whistled, "Dude, this is big. Wonder what the mayor's going to do once they catch the guy." Coach Stanton blew his whistle, waving at the boys, "All right, tea time's over kids! If we're going to be champions at regionals you need to move your asses now!"

Emily and Dave walked back into the precinct when JJ came out towards them, clearly in a tizzy. "Guys, conference room now." Dave shot a look at Emily as she shrugged and led the way to the conference room where Hotch and Morgan were talking to Garcia. Emily moved to stand next to Hotch as she touched his arm, "Hey, what's going on?" He smiled grimly and gestured towards the computer. "Someone leaked the mayor's press conference and it's gone viral." Morgan leaned down on the table, "Hit it baby girl."

Garcia tapped furiously and the team gathered around the computer. JJ and Reid entered just in time to hear Yvette Morton's distraught voice challenging the UnSub. JJ shook her head as she took a seat next to Dave. "This is bad; Garcia, can you tell me who leaked the video?"

The blonde tech nodded, "You betcha, chica. My superpowers have informed me that a certain online news portal called 'Newsboard Hot' leaked the video and the perp is a Janine Clare. I've sent her details over to your PDAs." Dave sighed and steepled his fingers together. "Garcia, is there any way to block or remove the video from the internet?"

"I can't remove it, but I can overload the page so that no one else can access it." Hotch nodded, "Get it done Garcia. Good work." She grinned and saluted, "Anything for you, Captain, my Captain. PG out." As the screen winked black, Morgan grunted and straightened his posture, "Is it too good to hope that the UnSub hasn't gotten access to the video?" Emily shook her head, "I sure hope so; otherwise there's going to be another body."

Hotch was frustrated; the UnSub was a teenager and yet they couldn't get to him. "Reid, did you find anything new?" The younger man tilted his head a little, "Honestly, it wasn't anything new. But, he did tell us that Sam told him that Selina thought she was better than most people and was mean to those who didn't warrant her attention; basically, anybody who wasn't in her social radar."

Dave spoke up then, "I know we're running out of time, but everyone needs some rest." He looked towards Hotch who nodded, "Dave's right. I want you guys to go home and have a shower, get something to eat; we'll reconvene in 2 hours." The others murmured their thanks and stretched as they stood and filed out of the room. JJ shot a grin at Emily, winking at her to which the brunette rolled her eyes and made a shooing motion at the blonde. Dave chuckled and ambled out of the room, "Behave, children."

Hotch snorted and smiled towards Emily, "Have you eaten?" She shook her head and stepped a little closer to him, "Just a sandwich at noon." He nodded and placed his hand at the small of her back as he guided her out, "I was thinking, maybe you'd like to try out the new pizzeria near your place? I heard they're quite good." She laughed and bumped her shoulder against his, "Did Jack tell you that?"

He had the decency to blush as they entered his car, "Haley brought him over last week, and he couldn't stop talking about it. I figured as far as good food goes, Jack has an all right taste." Emily's face softened at the mention of the little boy and she squeezed Hotch's hand, "I'd love to. Maybe we could take Jack there when you have him over this weekend?" He shot a small grin at her, tugging her hand to place it on his leg, "I'd like that, and I'm sure Jack will be looking forward to it." Emily giggled a little and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning the radio on, switching it to their favourite channel.

The telephone rang and Carson Bors absentmindedly picked it up as he signed a delivery form. "Hello?" Heavy breathing could be heard from the other end and the officer frowned as he straightened, "Who is this?"

There was a pause before the person continued, "The girl is nothing but innocent." Bors's eyes widened and he motioned for the technician to track the call. "Who is this? What girl?" A bitter chuckle floated over the line, "You know who, officer. After all, didn't her mother just declare grandly that her daughter was a saint?"

Bors glanced at the tech who shook his head, mouthing '1 minute'. "You're talking about Patricia Morton? Where is she?" The person ignored his question, "Those girls, they're all worthless vermin who thought they were better than the rest of the world," his voice escalated, though it was muffled enough that Bors was sure they couldn't make out an identification. "They thought they could make fun of those less whole than they were!" His voice hitched and Bors gestured at the tech again, who was typing furiously, "I made the world a better place for her to live in and those filth won't ever bother her again!"

The call ended abruptly and Bors snarled as he slammed the receiver back down. "Dillon! I want a recording of the conversation now! Andrew," he turned towards the tech, "Did you get an approximate location?" He nodded, "I didn't manage to get a full address but I managed to triangulate the area the call came from." He tapped the computer screen and Bors leaned over, "And Wilson High is right in the middle of it."